The Five Therapies (Catharsis)

A quick li'l musing:
What a difference a day can make in terms of emotional status.
Yesterday, I sang at 2nd Pres. It was not a great voice day for me so I had to make some last minute decisions about my voice and what to do. Through technique and sheer force of will, it turned out beautifully.

I used all my frustration and angst and let that colour the song. I am so grateful I have enough training, talent, and ability to make something like that happen.

Singing is therapy.

Then I attended a show called "The Little Dog Laughed" and it was one of the best productions I have viewed at the Weekend Theater. Wonderful direction, sublime acting, superb set and tech, and a thoroughly well-conceived show.

Theatre is therapy.

I then rested a bit and watched "Arrested Development".

Good tv is therapy.

And I wrote a letter to the Benster and shared some thoughts with him. Sometimes I have to write things out in order to make sure I say it the way I desire and make sure all points are covered. Cathartic, really.

Writing is therapy.
Sharing is therapy.

And today is such a lovely day.
Much better me and much better times, gotta love that.
Those times that make you want to scream and hide away give rise to the beauty of the days that make you want to bask in the sunshine.

Time to go and bask,
Dustin

PSfP: It was difficult to find an adequate picture for this musing. I have included this one for it is unique and is named "Catharsis". I do hope you enjoy it. :-) I love saying that word. CATHARSIS, now that is a great word indeed.

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