A woman moved passed me in the movie row to get to her seat. I probably said 1 word or at a stretch a sentence. It's the voice that gets me every time. She looked back and said :"You're Dr. Oz!!" It took a half a heartbeat to get where she was at. I told her gender was wrong but she was on the right track: actually I am DR. EVE heartbeat specialist of a different kind to Dr. Oz.
A privilege to live in a country and be recognised by one's voice- a controversial voice I believe.What, you mean not every one checks in with their kids every few months about the state and grace of their relationships?? Not every household can discuss influence of religion on people's behavior, including their sexual behavior, as we skinner about the last religious wedding I went to?
My day of privilege, and most days fall into this category, begins with my own health, pay-my-health-first : a session with Bridget, my personal trainer at Virgin Active. A session with this fab woman never feels like a drudge gym session. We talk, skinner, and I dance as she gets me to balance, do impossible yoga postures with me in fits of concentration and laughter as I watch my ageing body attempt to recapture youthfulness. Actually I much more prefer my ageing body than my self conscious younger- never-thin-enough body.
After hours consulting couples bravely struggling with "issues" - as in why did you have to fuck so many men during our marriage or as Leonard Cohen wrote, something like "there were so many you just had to see without your clothes on" I rush off to my students at SACAP (South African College of Applied Psychology).Our session today is on "LOVE, INFIDELITY - therapeutic management"- and their stories of love, hurt, betrayal overwhelm them as they share and ponder "morality" and definitions of "cheating" , "love" . Can these concepts, these emotions, these experiences be "treated" "managed" to satisfaction. It is my privilege to witness and facilitate a group of students questioning all they held true , now not looking as clear as glass anymore. Everyone who has ever been in love and /or cheated knows how black/white becomes grey and many shades thereof.
Back to my rooms where a group of fresh faced terrified women await their fist session of a new PILLOWBOOK WOMAN'S GROUP. My cup runneth over.. what a privilege to lead these women through a process of questioning, learning, healing, growing and becoming- becoming all they wish to become.
How was your day? I bring mine to a close with the privilege of writing a blog that people may read, it matters not. I enjoy the process. My son remarked recently that he can't keep up with my "life-is-wonderful- happy-happy-me" persona. Like "get real Mom"! I was taken aback - and told him how much work goes into creating a life in which one feels privileged. I do the work- religiously, very focused on this creation of privilege and pleasure. I couldn't imagine waking up to a day that held no promise nor possibility- that i consciously create. It is so easy to fall down the rabbit hole and surrender to despair, anxiety and another difficult day in Africa. I choose to wake up and make Africa hotter and hornier!
Good night x
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