All of life can be seen in the therapy room, is the thing I think of in planning to write this post. It was not my intention and was not connected consciously with my plans when thinking about starting something new. Perhaps it is relevant. I am adding a process to my routine, my ritual of walking to the beach and looking at the sea. I usually take a photo on my phone. I usually look out for interesting things thrown out by the tide.

I want to work with salt, sea salt, so today I have collected a ‘tiny ocean’ in a glass jar. I plan to do this each time I visit. I will then wait. I will wait for the water to evaporate, to leave a trace of crystals like tea leaves at the bottom of the cup, and perhaps they will tell me something.

The ocean is our air, our atmosphere, our life. Perhaps studying tiny fragments (as is done in therapy) will throw up new things, in connecting and understanding.   Tiny ocean no. 1: 0930 Thursday 18th October 2018