There’s no doubt about it — finding the right counselor can be an incredibly tricky thing to undertake. The good news is that you’ve found Two Rivers Counseling. A trip to see Dr. Jeffrey Post-Holmberg might just be exactly what you’ve been searching for. With experience as a family therapist for a social service agency here in Portland, Dr. Post-Holmberg worked with a number of different …Read More
In this day and age, finding time to do much of anything can feel like a big challenge. With 40 (or more!) hour work weeks as the norm here in the United States, it can often feel like you’re just trying to stay afloat until the weekend rolls around. When it does, it can be hard to motivate ourselves to do anything besides just lounging on the couch and binge watching whatever is newly streaming…Read More
Although many people deal with stressful situations, they always seem to be magnified at work. This makes sense, of course, because many of us find ourselves at our desks in front of a computer screen for 40 hours or more each week. Needless to say, work is one of the most common causes of stress for people. Day in and day out, we deal with deadlines, demanding coworkers, and a never-ending stream…Read More
(Author's note: Whether it be for individual therapy, family therapy, or couple's therapy...when I meet with Clients to hear their stories, I listen carefully for their hearts. There are wounds and joy, uplift and deep descent, bouyancy and fear manifested and held by their pink, warm, amazing hearts. The story below is a small wish that each leaf of darkness that floats in the rivers of their hea…Read More
When Ghandi died, I was unborn. And my heart was unaffected. The sun passed below the horizon, red, and so tired, on the Indian subcontinent. When Kennedy died, I was a child, and my sphere was small and untouched. I remember the principal on the school intercom, the footage of the motorcade, and LBJ taking the oath...with Jacqueline standing next to him. I looked around at the adults in my world.…Read More
Once upon a time not so very long ago, in a place not so far away. In the middle of the season where the days are short, the sun is weak, and water drops from every leaf on every tree...there lived a woman who wanted so badly to understand about the pain of others, that she might understand pain in herself. Since she was a little girl, when she saw her friends crying and being sad, she too felt a …Read More
A tear slowly rolled down my cheek as we stood in the airport, at the interface between insecurity and the security zone. The point at which goodbyes are said. The awkward transition between the known and the unknown. Hundreds of people around me were saying goodbye to family...to friends...to business colleagues. I stood awkwardly with my hands in my pockets watching my sixteen year old daughter …Read More
(Author’s note: This is part two of a two-part blog entry, that began about three weeks ago.) But the equanimity did not last. There was dissonance and pain and strange discordance between the Boy and his wife. And it would not go away. And it got worse. The boy screamed in pain and sorrow. The life he had known for twenty-five years was no more. He looked up and saw the dragon of impermanence. …Read More
(Author’s note: This story will be blogged in two separate postings, one now and the other within the next few weeks). There once was a Boy, fair of skin and blue of eyes, who was born in the middle of the U.S.A. It was a green land of oaks and sycamores, soybeans and hog farmers. There were cicadas and fireflies. The people talked slow and went to church. They were conservative, and slow to ado…Read More
It is a beautiful Spring day in Portland, Oregon. I turn in my chair to look out the big skylight in my office. A stately dark green Maple tree is perfectly framed. Honey bees are busy visiting the small cream-colored flowers. The sky is that color of blue that reminds me of the sea above a shallow coral reef. I check in with my heart. My heart checks in with me. The clear message is that I want t…Read More
