“You look upset!” she observed as I trudged into her office.
Fidgety and on the verge of tears, I slumped, exasperated, onto my spiritual director’s couch. “Yet again, I feel like I’m sputtering with everything– building my counseling practice, my daily meditation…” I paused and grabbed a tissue. “Even hospice volunteering is losing its luster…”
This was not the first time Karen had listened to my lament. However, as always, she patiently listened to my rant and after a few moments, leaned forward, curled her hand under her chin and asked: