In the south, there is a church on every corner. There are more denominations of Baptist that you could ever imagine. Here, there is a yoga/medition center/homepathic medicine/naturopathic medicine/massage therapy type place on every corner. Everyone is very touchy feely. You can find any kind of therapist you ever imagined...what exactly is a astrological therapist anyway????
I went to a therapist near my house. I thought it would help with the transition of the new move, new job, leaving my kids, my nephew getting killed in Iraq etc. At first I really liked her, although her office was in a house and it was decorated with Victorian furniture and she offered me tea at each session. I felt a little like Alice in Wonderland...with the Mad Hatter offering her tea. I was determined to keep an open mind. I told her about kayaking and mountain biking, etc. I told her how much I missed my kids. She seemed to relate to that, she had grown children who lived away also. Then she asked me if I had tried to connect to them through the earth...I told her I couldn't even get them connect with me through Facebook, so I doubted I could connect to them through the earth. I was just joking...I have an overdeveloped sense of humor. She was NOT amused. End of therapy...
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Humor is more fun than therapy anyways. You don't have to work on yourself that way, you get to pick on others instead.
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