Someone has just realised that in psychoanalysis the way the therapist speaks and the manner it is done in are as important as the words. In other words,it’s poetry. Surely that is true in all relationships?

Ble

I was thinking about going to Confession last night but nobody talks about sin anymore

1.So I copied my sister’s photograph in a dress she made herself without asking her.
2.I forgot to put my watch on so when I visited a friend I stayed far too long but it was partly because I could feel a kind of force from her pulling me in..
3.I forgot to sweep the path after my neighbours pulled down a lot of virginia creeper from both houses so no doubt I have trodden a lot of bits of wood and things into the house.However  since it is my house is  it a sin?
4. I read the Observer online woth an adblocker on because I have got the paper one delivered so refuse their requests to turn off the blocker…I am invited to donate but  there’s no where I can say,I have paid for the paper edition.
5.I wrote a  letter pf mild complaint  to someone who  was very rude to me.But that is a good thing as I am usually too much the other way.Nevertheless is it a sin?
6.Isn’t it boring?
7.Much as I covet my neighbour’s husband I have not lured him away.Even if I tried to If feel I am too old for him.He’s only 28… so he claims.I could adopt him I suppose.
8 I have dusted my pot cat but I hope I did not worship it  when I was daydreaming.
9.I looked at some lace underwear online.So far that’s  as far as I have gone…Do men like it?
10 I fear I have not done enough to interest Father Brown.So my intention is to worship a my calf tonight and my other calf tomorrow.Then I shall  worship a china duck which is in the hall on a shelf.Then I will tell myself a lie and be unfaithful to myself   by reading a romantic novelette.Then I will tell my husband if he wants me to move to Ealing he will have to get a car.A chariot of fire is not something the neighbours will be pleased to see in this suburban desert.But it would be just typical of my husband to spend our savings on one saying,It seemed a good idea at the time.

At last I have  sinned… gossiping about my husband..That wil do for next week’s Confession

• hance
  I went to the doctor last week and he said,
  Who’re you,dear? I said
  I beg your pardon,but you know me already.
  So he said,
  Oh, my dear,I thought you were  new patient
  So I asked him if he needed glasses.He said
  Look here,I am the doctor not you.
  I apologised profusely and said it was just a way of showing  I cared.He smiled.
  Anyway I said,it’s my head doctor.It feels unstable.Is it going to drop off?
  Not literally,he replied.It’s all the upheaval  about Brexit.
  Brexit,what’s that? I asked politely.
  Why,surely you heard the News?
  No,I’ve stopped reading the paper and only get it because the newsagent is so kind.
  What about  the News,he enquired
  My TV is too small and I can’t be bothered to get a new one.
  Well,I’ve never heard of unstable heads before,he said.
  Now’s your big chance.If you study me you can write an article and be the  generator of a new disorder.Mind you,  if I recall the last 15 years of strife and war  in the Middle East  feeling the head is about to drop off is probably normal
  Well, keep it under your hat,he cried.We need patients who believe they are ill
  Maybe that’s my problem,I wear my hat under my head.
  That’s not a hat it’s a scarf, he informed me scientifically
  I’m afraid to wear it on my head in case people attack me in the street thinking I am a Muslim.
  Perhaps that explains your problems,he  chortled?
  I was born here because my mother was here
  Her folk fled from Co.Tyrone as Catholics were unpopular and had no vote etc
  To think,he said,you would not be here if Catholics had been given their rights 150 years ago, he mused.
  It’s a funny world,I said.None of us are here except by chance.
  God must love Probability.
  And so pray all of us.Ah,men!

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/thomas-traherne