The Feeling Station

Colin*, as expressed through his overly formal elocution and furrowed brow, was as serious as a nine-year-old dressed as an orphan from the 1930s could be, "Excuse me, Ms. Renée Audubon, but Shannon keeps bothering me and I have had quite enough. QUITE enough. I think it's clearly time for her to go to The Feeling Station!"

Before I could follow up with a dozen questions—"Is The Feeling Station free?! How long can I stay?!"—Colin was swept onstage. I was volunteering backstage at my daughter's dress rehearsal of Annie, you see, where kids say the darndest things, even if their sage therapists provide the prompts.

The Feeling Station sounded like a GREAT place to me. Hell, sign up all the occluded adults too, Colin, not just fidgeting children! Imagine the upsides of settling in at The Station to talk about feelings without fear of fallout. Unloading to connect, heal, move on. Perhaps even HUG.

What Colin didn't know was that just moments before our fleeting exchange, I was reading Dr. Fred Luskin's book, Forgive, For Good. He's a Stanford Prof., renowned for starting the Stanford Forgiveness Project. ... Forgive/ness is a loaded feeling/verb/noun in my world.

... more on grievance narratives and the like tk. Event for a friend in the Presidio. Not sure the venue has a Feeling Station, but I will search after this very long day of litigation. #thedayjob


*No real names here.