My personal counsellor is an eighty year old Irish Woman. She dresses in mountains of shawls, all pinned together at her shoulder by a large Scottish broach. She has dyed black hair which suits her and she uses her direct, compassionate stare to lethal effect when she needs to.
We meet regularly in a little market town in rural North Wales
For weeks she has walked beside me as I’ve analysed patterns of behaviour and emotion and has sat there all accepting and empathetic when I’ve shared things no one else will ever know, or ever know on this earth.
To me she is a kind of Yoda crossed by Guinan and Ordinary People’s Dr Berger
A quiet soul who has seen it all.
This was our last consultation until January and darkness had already fallen as we sat there .
After we ended today she held out a thin arm and we shook hands, her grip surprisingly strong
“ Happy Christmas” she said with feeling
Her spectacles shining in the lights of her period Christmas tree,
Which Sat cheerfully in the corner of her consulting room .
