To Know

By Anastasia Brownell

Fold of Time

By Sharon Snir

[ Last updated, Tue, Nov 25, 2003 ]

Gestalt!
ISSN 1091-1766 

Volume 7 ; Number 1
Spring, 2003


Published by
Gestalt GlobalCorporation
Indexes for Gestalt!


Preamble & Preliminary Considerations |
Constructs from "A" through "C" | Constructs from "D" through "F" | Constructs from "G" through "P" | Constructs from "Q" through "Z" | Working Corner: "Making the Rounds" or "The Go Around" | To Know and Fold of Time | Gestalt Therapy Related Conferences to Note and Schedule on Your Calendars | Call for Proposals for AAGT's 7th International Conference for Gestalt Therapy


Gstalt-L, An email discussion group devoted to Gestalt therapy and the community of its practitioners (www.g-gej.org/gstalt-l). Gstalt-J, An email discussion group devoted to research on Gestalt therapy, theory and practice (www.g-gej.org/gstalt-j). Supported by the Gestalt Research Consortium (GRC) (www.g-gej.org/grc). Gestalt Bookmarks, a place to begin researching the field of contemporary Gestalt therapy on the world wide web (www.g-gej.org/gestaltbookmarks).

Photos and Graphics
by
Philip Brownell
To Know

To know just why it happened
see the pieces fall into place
to understand just how my destiny
is revealed upon your face

To be thankful for the pain
the trials I've overcome
to realize it was the path
I was chosen to come from

To know I wouldn't have met you
seen or felt your touch
if I hadn't truly felt the pain
from wanting it so much

To know all of this
take a glimpse at my father's plan
is to cherish the gift
the Lord has given me in this man.




Fold of Time

Time folds in rivulets down her cheeks and neck and arms,
Bubbling past tear smudged memories.
She walks past strangers who are "old, old friends"
And stops to introduce me-
as her mother.

"Daughter," I whisper.
"Daughter," she laughs, slinging the moment over her left shoulder.
"For good-luck," she would say
As the pinch of salt is sprayed into the wind.
Dried tears form small mounds of "couldhavebeens" and "shouldhavebeens."

She stares into her emptiness,
Where wild music, ball gowns, champagne and glamour
Still manage to make a ripple in her folds of Time.