Between one course and the next, just before the heat became unbearable, I took a short trip to the desert. It was a trail I had wanted to walk for a long time - a path leading to a hidden spring in the heart of the desert. Early in the morning, while the wind was still cool, we set out. After only a few steps, the car had already disappeared, and with it, humanity. High mountains. Endless stone surfaces. Rocks, cliffs, blocks of stone on which time seemed to have stopped. The first thing...

“You’re crossing the line.” “I’m at the limit of my ability.” “All boundaries have been crossed.” When was the last time you heard, or said, one of these phrases? In this piece, I would like to think about boundaries, and about the different ways they appear in our lives: concrete and symbolic, personal and collective, visible and invisible. I will also touch on the boundaries created within psychotherapy itself. This reflection began during a short winter visit to Berlin, while walking...

On the Unique Process That Takes Place in the Encounter with Literature There are moments in therapy, in classrooms, and in bibliotherapy groups, when two people read the same text and seem to encounter two entirely different stories. One reader focuses on abandonment, another on freedom.One is touched by the mother in the story, another can hardly tolerate her presence.Someone remembers a sentence for years, while another forgets it immediately. At first glance, this may seem obvious. After...