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Hi B
Thank you hope you continue to find it interesting,
Jo
posted by
brisbane_artist
on December 20, 2005 at 11:13 AM
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Interesting insights on what goes on behind the help lines.
(B)
posted by
A-and-B
on December 20, 2005 at 4:58 AM
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OFFBEATS
I don't know anything about that in the 60's but thank you for dropping in
Was that all about flower power?
Jo
posted by
brisbane_artist
on December 20, 2005 at 3:47 AM
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Passionflower
Thanks I lap up encouragement!
Jo
posted by
brisbane_artist
on December 20, 2005 at 3:46 AM
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Blanche
do you mean an Experiential Creative Arts Therapist ?
Poetry of course..... http://www.artsintherapy.com/ handy link!
Jo
posted by
brisbane_artist
on December 20, 2005 at 3:45 AM
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Enjoying your story...The photos are great too.
posted by
Passionflower
on December 19, 2005 at 10:18 PM
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Brisbane
I love the pictures you have posted, especially the cave! Reminds me of Southern CA in the 60's...very thoughful post!!
posted by
Offy
on December 19, 2005 at 9:40 PM
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Good point,
more grist for the thought mill, about future activities. I may be more cut out to be a poetry counselor.
posted by
Blanche.
on December 19, 2005 at 9:40 PM
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I work in a hospital and a rehab
as a paid worker - but - much of the time I work alongside others as a volunteer so that I am not all wrapped up and tied up in red tape and strings attached and stuff like that!
hehehe 
thanks for reading.
You will find the way that is best for you.
Jo
posted by
brisbane_artist
on December 19, 2005 at 9:27 PM
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BrisbaneArtist,
I followed your link in Annie's story to the outside blog, read up on her history, and it brings me back to some hard places as well. You have so much courage. God be with you, with us all, in recovery. I am not going to become a "social worker", I went to orientation, and realized that I cannot go back into that environment, even wearing "the badge" (which I dreamt of) of authority. The badge Idreamed of replaced the cross that had fallen off my key chain. I will follow the cross, instead of the badge, to where the spirit takes me. Be strong.
posted by
Blanche.
on December 19, 2005 at 9:02 PM
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