I bought this book after visiting this book store called BookStory. I read through many books, had a few options in my hand but decided on this one because of the cover design.
I applied, without much effort as I was inspired while in the middle of reading it, some of its words of wisdom, and I saw immediate results. After a few more days of reading it I saw how the gap of intentional parenting became bigger between my husband and me. I am drawn to reading such books and Conrad is egger to hear about the cliff notes, but some books are worth reading first hand. We hit a similar rockbottom when I was reading the Boundaries book. This time, after a heart to heart conversation, he bought the book in english on his phone and got started on reading it.
I believe in instinct-parenting. There are no recipes to be applied in a certain way to all children or families. The challenge is to maintain a healthy instinct, take good care of ourselves, and stay alert, live joyfully, and let the *river discover and create its path.
The thought of going back to school still tugs at my heart’s strings. I am working my brain to figure out what is my passion, what would I like to do on a regular basis. What that this world need and how can I make it better through intrinsic motivation. Master in Psychology, specialized in Psychotherapy … group sessions with professionals, kids, adopted kids, adoptive parents… As a lead, the conversations I had on an ongoing basis as bonus of my job description helped people discover their passions, get on a track, believe in themselves. Even the paid training sessions I did in Romania had to do with human behavior and interactions, wrapped up in business stories and feedback.
My latest book readings and interactions have to do with human behaviors, psychologists and applied spirituality. In the dawn of social media frenzy, I sense more and more the long term side effects on human connection, of confusion and discouragement. I see myself as a sixty year old still doing what I like: creating contexts in a pleasant environment (dwell style) for people to get back to their roots, to help them find answers by asking good questions and listening.
To this day I remember how it felt to be listened. To feel heard. To be pointed into the right direction.
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I had gone for a walk with Rufus, late in the evening. There was heavy fog covering the top of the hills across the valley, it was whiteish and frozen. It was cold. The ground was wet and dirty… but there were lights in the windows of the houses far away… the houses I could see. And I felt happy. Just the day before even the best things felt heavy and hard. Finding joy in the little things. Conrad’s broken foot has been more challenging for me than a lot of (most) things in the last two years.