I want my life to be one of love. I want to love people. I want to take them outside in the garden and carry them armfuls of flowers. I want to hold their hands and tell them I think they are beautiful. I want to accept their words and recognize their hurt. I want to be with them in the midst of their pain and sorrow.
I don't want to develop group therapies and conduct MMST's. Is social work truly a means to the end that I desire?
Simplicity
Emily Dickinson
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
1 comment:
Jennie you do all these things! And you already know what I think about the whole professional thing...but I wanted to thank you for sitting with me through my hurt, and I know if we had a garden you would have picked every single flower for me...this blog post made me cry...I don't really know why. You are so amazing Jennie....more than words could ever describe. Thank you for your precious heart.
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