When April with his showers sweet with fruit The drought of March has pierced unto the root And bathed each vein with liquor that has power To generate therein and sire the flower; When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath, Quickened again, in every holt and heath, The tender shoots and buds, and the [...]
Category: A Day in the Life of a Psychotherapist
Saturday 11th April The Coronet Diaries.
April is the cruellest month, breeding. Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing. Memory and desire, stirring. Dull roots with spring rain. (Eliot) My latest ostrich fashion accessory I slept very badly last night. Partly the wretchedness of the mortality statistics of the 10PM BBC News, which John is attached to. After the headlines I had [...]
Friday 10th April. The Coronet Diaries.
April is the cruellest month, breeding. Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing. Memory and desire, stirring. Dull roots with spring rain. (Eliot) I know these are not lilacs. Explanation to follow I woke up feeling well this morning inspite of getting up at 1.30 AM and making a cup of green tea. I know I [...]
Thursday 9th April The Coronet Diaries.
April is the cruellest month, breeding. Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing. Memory and desire, stirring. Dull roots with spring rain. (Eliot) Today has been a struggle, not the work, it rarely is except when I feel inadequate or ill informed in my response. No matter how tired I'm feeling after an insomniac night the [...]
The Coronet Diaries March 14th. 2020
The virus has been simmering for the last month but I determined not to become concerned. My earliest thought was what an unusually nice name Corona was and how I could not help but think of crowns, coronets and the forthcoming royal pageants in June. Albeit, in the Seventeenth century coronets were medically associated with [...]
