Monday, March 23, 2009

Play Time

Today the class was able to conduct a session using Sand Tray Therapy. Basically, a tray of sand (hence Sand Tray) is placed in the middle of the table and the therapists instructs the client to grab an assortment of toys ranging from animals, vehicles and humans. Once the toys are selected, the individual is instructed to position the figures in the sand to create a specific scene. The client is then asked to describe their scene while the therapists makes interpretive/inferences about size, shape, position, appearance of each figure.


I actually enjoyed this model and it helped me process my current state. I picked the following figures: fences, a boy, a girl, an army man, a triceratops, a backpack, sleeping bag, and globe. Without going into where I placed each object I realized that each figure held a significant place in my new found life. I discovered that despite being out of work, I still felt trapped by school, responsibilities, and future plans. I used the fences to surround me, the boy, as I sat in the back farthest away from the opening in front of me. The globe was placed in front of the fences opening with me staring at it. I realized that despite being free from the shackles of work, I was still cautious of exploring the world. I described the scene as, 

"Even as I make my way to the opening where the opportunity to travel awaits, my peripheral still catch glimpses of the fences which keep me from wandering off".

I realized that what holds me back is responsibility to myself. As long as I have school and bills to pay I don't know if I will ever feel free. I ask myself if it is ever possible to live so freely? That is something I cannot answer yet. At a young age the desire to be someplace new & unknown has remained in me. I am not sure when I will be able to pack up and go. Maybe old age will serve as a cure...

"I know that starting over is not what life's about. But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't here my mouth".



-FB


1 comment:

Laura said...

I agree and it's a sad bind. Society locks us in its ways and here we are pursuing the American Dream. I wish I could move to Europe and forget about the life I've started creating for myself... come away with me...