As my dear husband and I are coming to understand, doing our ongoing research and homework is key to opening our minds to knowing more about the latest findings and how we can best help in the healing process.
He ventures into this morass knowing that each step he takes is open to misunderstanding and knowing that he is embroiled in paradoxes that no intelligence, even one as analytically exacting as his own, can resolve.
That and that I strangely resemble you: eyes, nose, lips that refuse to open, knowing the face is glass and that glass can make or break you.
Mum would often sit my vegetable-fearing sister with a pile of pods to open, knowing that for every pea that would make it into the bowl, one would make it into Lucy's mouth.
For a lot of people, your twenties are about either learning to not have your arms constantly open, or knowing when to fold your arms to protect yourself.
For a lot of people, your 20s are about either learning to not have your arms constantly open or knowing when to fold your arms to protect yourself.
More importantly perhaps, it is difficult to square this view of the non-analyzing practitioner, that is, one who simply knows the appropriateness of certain things, with that of the reflective practitioner who is open to alternative ways of knowing and doing.
But mostly, I started to navigate by instinct, looking for clues in conversations with people, being open to suggestions, never really knowing where I would end up each evening.
I carried it to my desk and carefully peeled it open, not knowing what to expect.
