David Dybdal, MD, PhD - Compassionate, Effective Psychotherapy and Medication Management
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Nothing Day


It feels like a nothing day,
Nothing new, nothing to do,
The same actors, the same movies and the same stupid shows...

The same reality that everyone knows,
The same 3 notes, in the same 3 songs,
The same 5 stories about who's right and who's wrong...

Icebergs enmasse crash into the sea,
While a homeless man holds a sign with an earnest plea.....

Maybe i'm just a little bit sad,
To see people on the road get mad,
To see kids fighting to be next on a swing,
One teen, bossy, controlling, and cruel, like an evil king.

Oh God!

Please, don't ask me why,
Sometimes I know a white bearded man in the sky,

Maybe one, maybe two
One for me, One for you,

Sometimes I know a Divine Great Spirit,
Even if there are those who choose not to hear it (and a few poor souls who actively fear It).

Sometimes I know that it's really all Me,
That there's nowhere to go and nothing to see.

Sometimes I wish I had been born a tree,
In fact, it's quite possible that that was what happened to me.

The Play

Write me a script for a play that describes all that is.
Then you will play the main character.
You must use method acting, become that character....so if you die or bad things happen to you in the play, you actually  believe that that is what is happenning to you...

Smoke in Trees



















SMOKE IN TREES

Roots entwined
To make one mind.
Once an old wise soul,
Now a dark and gaping hole.
Relentless flame, so hot and bright,
Burning through both day and night.
Now gasp and choke,
With ash and smoke.

Her roots reach deeply whisper "Why?"
While branches stretch with love to sky.
Gently, softly, touch her skin, 
Shocking, sadness flowing in.
Still, does she softly say "Let go?"
Can it be? I don't know, I don' t know.

I've always sought relief in trees,
Perhaps now this they need from me.

Heart full of lonely and greedy demands

 I am a man with a heart that offends with its lonely and greedy demands.  In a manner of speaking, I'm already dead.

-Sufjan Stevens


Humans on Earth?

I think we may have moved past a critical point in regards to the sustainability of human life on Earth beyond the next 100 years. I hope that this is not true. In any case, I live my life today, accepting the possibility that it might be true, and letting the associated feelings come and pass through. Then, I go on living, and if I happen to find an opportunity to be kind or gentle to myself, to others, to nature, or to the earth itself, I try to take advantage of it…

MAGIC


Walking along in the forest, I felt a cool breeze on my face and arms, as beams of sunlight pierced through tree branches and reached down to gently touch the pine needle covered path below. As I walked on, slowly, I became aware of a faint, low humming sound that seemed to eminate from the shadows of trees and shrubs off to the side of the trail. Quietly, I stopped to listen and the sound stopped. Slowly, I started walking again, and the sound soon resumed.  

I walked around along the path as it turned around a corner, and I continued hearing the sound, yet still there was nothing that I could see, and the low frequency of the sound made it difficult to pinpoint location.

Wabi-Sabi

Wabi-Sabi (Japanese)
a way of seeing the beauty in
imperfection, of knowing that everything (even you) is perfectly imperfect,
of feeling a sense of acceptance
and appreciation of everything, just as it is.

The Game

Breathe free
To See
Power in Love
Brilliant light above

Growing
Flowing
Time stops going
All is glowing

Slow, then Fast
No Past
No End
Still, let's pretend

Breathe Free  Dr David Dybdal, MD, PhD, Boston Psychiatrist & Psychotherapist

9 Lives

If it's curiosity that killed the cat....

Then it's acceptance of death that brought him back!
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