K and J

The miseducation of....

A Photo
K and J

A musing
Today we had a tea party in the practice in the city where I do some work,  to celebrate and honour some valued and loved colleagues.
This is the most complex, and emotionally tough work I've done in my career, but I love working here, it's me singing my song.  Each day that I turn up to ply my trade, I find both the patients and my colleagues inspire me.
It doesn't seem right to select any of them over the others, but these two gave the biggest smile to the camera.
J - on the right and I go back a long time to a galaxy practice far away in another time. Then she was the last face I saw each day as I exited the building - she was part of the cleaning team. When I arrived here 2 years ago for my first shift it was J who showed me the ropes and has kept showing me them with patience and kindness every day since, as I keep forgetting where the ropes are. This week she's moved to our sister practice as practice manager, I've been so privileged to see her gracefully make this arc in her career.
K just does such a great job, efficient, always give me a cheery hello, and gets me out of the holes I dig myself when J isn't there, also with patience. So it'll be a lot more work for her now J's moved away as as well as frequently forgetting where the ropes are, I frequently dig holes for myself.

A Tune.
Whilst in work I conducted a Balint group - a kind of reflective/psychotherapy thing - my job I'm told is to hold the space and listen for the hum of the subconscious in the group - they do the work. So whilst idly holding the space and listening for the hum this tune kept entering my head, slightly irritatingly as I was trying to hold the space and listen to the hum of the subconscious which is supposed to be easy, but I had to concentrate really hard and then I couldn't hear the hum of the subconscious....My life.....

Anyway I then listened to the tune on the way home, and it was  now I realised the hum of the subconscious in the group partly embodied in the tune, I think I should stop trying to think too hard.

True Sadness by The Avett Brothers

Is she not more than the curve of her hips?
Is she not more than the shine on her lips?
Does she not dream to sing and to live and to dance down her own path?
Without being torn apart
Does she not have a heart?