Saturday, October 25, 2008
Love
I know what love feels like now..a real love with no expectations. It just exists and adds to the splendor of life...
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Growing UP
To let go of that person I was twenty+ some years ago is a challenge sometimes.
I got some help from an old friend who knew me when I was twenty years old. Oh, my gosh. He hadn't changed much..still nice and fun spirit..
I noticed I had changed..I did find myself more solid....I'd say to my twenty year old self "you are growing up kiddo in a good way...you are making some better choices for yourself...life hurts less than when I was twenty-twenty-one...I'm taking care of you Evie."
I got some help from an old friend who knew me when I was twenty years old. Oh, my gosh. He hadn't changed much..still nice and fun spirit..
I noticed I had changed..I did find myself more solid....I'd say to my twenty year old self "you are growing up kiddo in a good way...you are making some better choices for yourself...life hurts less than when I was twenty-twenty-one...I'm taking care of you Evie."
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Eve is on Therapy Finder
http://therapist.psychologytoday.com/59663
Check this out....on Psychology Today's Therapist Finder.com.
Eve
Check this out....on Psychology Today's Therapist Finder.com.
Eve
Sunday, October 12, 2008
A Guardian Angel
A gift from a friend from the Internet. Thanks Mary.
The Pink Dress
There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.
Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by.
She never tried to speak. She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see i the little girl would still be there.
Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes. Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place fo young children to play alone.
As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress.
It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly.
She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.
I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, 'Hello.'
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a 'Hi ' after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.
I asked the girl why she was so sad.
The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, 'Because, I'm different.'
I immediately said, 'That you are,' and smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, 'I know.'
'Little girl,' I said, 'you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent.'
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said,
'Really?'
'Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all th people walking by.'
She nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her Wings to spread, then she said 'I am.'
'I'm your Guardian Angel,' with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.
She said, 'For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done'.
I got to my feet and said, ' Wait, why did no one stop to help an Angel?'
She looked at me, smiled, and said, 'You're the only one that could see me,' and then she was gone.
And with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.
The Pink Dress
There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.
Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by.
She never tried to speak. She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see i the little girl would still be there.
Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes. Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place fo young children to play alone.
As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress.
It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly.
She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.
I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, 'Hello.'
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a 'Hi ' after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.
I asked the girl why she was so sad.
The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, 'Because, I'm different.'
I immediately said, 'That you are,' and smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, 'I know.'
'Little girl,' I said, 'you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent.'
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said,
'Really?'
'Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all th people walking by.'
She nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her Wings to spread, then she said 'I am.'
'I'm your Guardian Angel,' with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.
She said, 'For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done'.
I got to my feet and said, ' Wait, why did no one stop to help an Angel?'
She looked at me, smiled, and said, 'You're the only one that could see me,' and then she was gone.
And with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.
Friday, October 3, 2008
New Office Hours for Brownstone Therapeutics
Has the economy got you stressed out? Or the weather given you the blues?
Those Cubs urgggha? Call Eve Brownstone, MA, LCPC, CP for Individual
Therapy at 773-859-1276.
Eve Brownstone is offering Individual Therapy at Ki Essentials at 7007 N.
Sheridan Rd. on Wednesdays from 9am-11am and in Evanston on Saturdays from 1pm-3pm at the Heartwood Center 1599 Maple Ave.
Eve Brownstone is an Expressive Arts Therapist with eighteen years
experience assisting clients in developing strategies to cope with life’s
challenges.
What is Expressive Arts Therapies?
Expressive Arts Therapies move people into the world of the heart. People
get out of their heads and into their bodies. Some people can't or choose
not to speak right away about their experiences but find it easier to
paint, dance, enact or sing out their stories. Someone can find her voice
again through the arts. She can learn that she has an inner power that
won't leave her.
The feelings of grief, anger, pain, fear and joy are the tunnel through
which we must pass to get to the other side: to self-awareness,
understanding and wholeness.
For more information call 773-859-1276 or check out
www.brownstonetherapeutics.com.
Eve Brownstone,MA, LCPC, CP
Director of Brownstone Therapeutics
Expressive Arts Therapist
Oral Historian and Writer
773-859-1276
Those Cubs urgggha? Call Eve Brownstone, MA, LCPC, CP for Individual
Therapy at 773-859-1276.
Eve Brownstone is offering Individual Therapy at Ki Essentials at 7007 N.
Sheridan Rd. on Wednesdays from 9am-11am and in Evanston on Saturdays from 1pm-3pm at the Heartwood Center 1599 Maple Ave.
Eve Brownstone is an Expressive Arts Therapist with eighteen years
experience assisting clients in developing strategies to cope with life’s
challenges.
What is Expressive Arts Therapies?
Expressive Arts Therapies move people into the world of the heart. People
get out of their heads and into their bodies. Some people can't or choose
not to speak right away about their experiences but find it easier to
paint, dance, enact or sing out their stories. Someone can find her voice
again through the arts. She can learn that she has an inner power that
won't leave her.
The feelings of grief, anger, pain, fear and joy are the tunnel through
which we must pass to get to the other side: to self-awareness,
understanding and wholeness.
For more information call 773-859-1276 or check out
www.brownstonetherapeutics.com.
Eve Brownstone,MA, LCPC, CP
Director of Brownstone Therapeutics
Expressive Arts Therapist
Oral Historian and Writer
773-859-1276
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