i would do dogwalking-as-dreaming therapy. there would be a lot of quiet observation and a little talking as dreaming, talking with the rhythm of wind and water and walking. there would be pauses for warm hugs. there would be singing and crying.

 i do. i do it. but i am still sad and anxious and lonely and bereft.

 at least i'm walking, and learning as i go, and getting hugs.

 maybe i would be a therapist if i wasn't all fucked up.