Treatment is a Yellow Rose

My psych basically just keeps an eye on me. I'm going to call tomorrow and see if I can get some ongoing treatment. I'm very happy with how my life is progressing, though. I'm running through some fields of asphodel with new sandals.

My father always loved the color yellow and yellow roses in particular. I've read that they mean jealousy and that "don't trust a yellow rose". I'd never heard that before and used it myself to mean friendship or love. I hope it wasn't misunderstood. Perhaps pink would be better, which apparently means friendship or appreciation. I do appreciate all that has been done for me.

I have an idea from someone else's blog. I'm going to start taking photographs and posting them with little vignettes about them underneath. This blog started out as a means to promote mental health but there doesn't seem to be a lot of response. Perhaps I should do something different as well as promoting mental health. Well, beautiful images promote mental health. Are there any others out there who want to make beautiful photographs and post them? I must learn how and would appreciate more tips. HP offers courses on-line and I downloaded some digital photography tips, including something I didn't know that the "landscape" setting on my camera means the background and foreground are given equal emphasis, and the "portrait" means the background is muted. Also, in this blog I'm speaking of the photographer suggests taking a picture of the same object day after day, in different lights and from different angles, to learn something of the art. And I suppose it's a science, too. I've included a link under the blogs I follow.

Back to treatment, I must arrange to treat myself as who knows me better than myself? Well, many others, perhaps. I read that somewhere. Others often know one better. This rose I have, this real rose, this tall and grey bearded rose, may be a yellow rose, but he is handsome and I will dally awhile in his garden.

The treatment reminds me of a garden from which I may pluck what pleases me and what is best for me, also it is compulsory but I was looking for guidance. And that's very true. I was asking in my way for help and I was aware I needed guidance. I don't think I'll take photographs of flowers. I'll take photographs of dry twigs against a blue sky. Of snow melting into brown earth. Spring in Edmonton.

I'm home.