Once Upon A Time

Hello Audience, it's Cloon's Human here...In addition to Clooney being my muse, he also purr-formed a very important role in the past year and a half when we were MIA on our blog.  Sit back, relax, have some popcorn and enjoy the poem below which tells the tail tale of what he and I were up to:

Once Upon A Time

in walked a client of mine.

A distinguished grey gent

mandatorily sent

to acquire some therapy.

It started out slow

he did say he would give it a go.

A fellow of few words

anxious around birds

awake and also in sleep.

In the spirit of Jung

did come

the exploration of dreams

of avian and movie star themes.

My client believed

he was famous indeed

an “A-lister” celebrity.

His freedom was hindered

he said he was hiding

from the public and paparazzi.

Adler’s assessment did show

as far as early recollections do go

abandonment memories.

But where we come from

is not as important

as where we are striving to be.

Understanding his subjective reality

was more than mere formality

for me.

I “spit in his soup”

throwing him for a loop

all in the name of

technique.

I decided then

to abandon

methods

and focus

on listening instead.

He then shared his story

with much greater glory

empathy really did

go a long way.

He managed to state

he couldn’t wait

for the birds to fly south

for the winter.

I fleshed out a flash

and thought perhaps

we could experiment

with an encounter.

In the safety of the session

I got him to listen

to an idea of an imagined meeting

of him and a bird

noisily tweeting.

My client did say

he couldn’t keep his thoughts at bay

so the experiment did end. 

I then had an idea

of mindfulness being the way.

I suggested to him

what he could do

to deal with the stress of birds.

With acceptance and commitment

he did his homework

of distancing himself

from his thoughts.

He paid attention to breathing

and in time

leaving

behind self-defeating beliefs.

He carried out an assignment

of being in the limelight

and facing fans and paparazzi.

Well mindful practice makes perfect

the distortions

they really did go.

My client was stoked

no longer provoked

by cameras, chirping and caws.

He re-wrote his story

was no longer elusory

realizing birds and fans had their place.

A postmodern approach

really did give him hope

his narrative drastically

changed.

I then put pen to paper

and wrote him a letter

focusing on his strengths.

It really did show

how far he did go

in benefiting from therapy.

With that being said

he decided to end

his sessions and

called it a day.

Oh, did I fail to say

that I practiced my way

through Corey’s Psychotherapy book?

And the distinguished grey gent

my patient client

was my very own

“celebricat”

the “A-lister”

George Clooney!

 Now, I'll hand over the blog to my special Mancat who is blowing a raspberry in response to all the time he put into volunteering as my client as I purr-sued education in the counselling field...

Cloon here...hey folks, guess what?  It's my 11th Birthday today!  Neytiri started the day out with some special early morning kisses for me...

And then, I couldn't believe my ears...Someone was serenading me in the distance...

One of Clooney Claus's deers had shown up at Headquarters to wish me a Happy Birthday!  As it turns out, he was camped  under our rose bush eating all our roses outside Headquarters since the wee hours of the morn waiting for me to wake up so he could deliver a singing telegram...

Unfortunately Mini-Cloon's videographer skills are not quite up-to-snuff and we were unable to capture the special moment...

Anyhoo, a special thank you to everyone in our blogging community for your friendship throughout our years of blogging and for coming by with your sweet comments over this past few years when we have been posting less and were visiting less frequently...we appreciate you all!