Suburban Panda

My diamond, My Star

As a dark blanket casts over the bright blue sky; small diamonds slowy shine through the velvet black sky.

These diamonds hold worth greater than those set on a ring or a stone.

A worth that is not defined, but imagined.

A purpose with infinite possibilities;

a wish, a name, a compass, or a simple game of connect the dots to name a few.

A meaning to that of the audience entranced in a gaze, searching for their answer.

To this audience enticed in awe, a meaning as been found.

A simple star, but my star, my Nahtahlia.

Altruism

This is a really cool story that is in my group therapy textbook, The Theory and Practice of Group Psychotherapy by Yalom and Leszczand I thought I would share.

“There is an old Hasidic story of a rabbi who had a conversation with the Lord about Heaven and Hell. “I will show you Hell,” said the Lord, and led the rabbi into a room containing a group of famished, desperate people sitting around a large, circular table. In the center of the table rested a enormous pot of stew, more than enough for everyone. The smell of the stew was delicious and made the rabbi’s mouth water. Yet no one ate. Each diner at the table held a very long-handled spoon-long enough to reach the pot and scoop up a spoonful of stew, but too long to get the food into one’s mouth.  The rabbi saw that their suffering was indeed terrible and bowed his head in compassion. “Now I will show you Heaven,” said the Lord, and they entered another room, identical to the first-same large, round table, same enormous pot of stew, same long-handled spoons, Yet there was gaiety in the air:everyone appeared well nourished, plump, and exuberant. The rabbi could not understand and looked to the Lord. “It is simple,” said the Lord, “but it requires a certain skill. You see, the people in this room have learned to feed each other!”