I always find it amazing how walking can be quite meditative and mindful (there's some buzz words). I was out at dawn this morning and I was thinking about my sessions with the psychologist and how I've used her to offload more than anything . It came to me that my thoughts have been much like a load of soggy washing a dryer - spinning around, tangling up but going nowhere fast. Seeing the psych is like having to take that heavy load of washing outside, shake things out and hang them on the line in the sunlight. Hopefully, I will get to the stage where I can take them off, fold them and put them away - use some of them and maybe throw some things away that are worn out or no longer fit.