JessieMay Kessler MA, LPCAuthor, Jungian Therapist, Reiki Master 
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Hey! You found your way over here! Thank you for risking it all and coming to my new website and new arena for blogging.
Let me explain the banner across the top of my blog page; once and for all. Eighty-three years ago on February 20, 1940 as a tiny baby I entered this world, between two snow storms, by coming to live in that beautiful valley you see in my blog page banner. The actual place is the Nashua River Basin known as the Nashoba Valley. The picture is taken from a hill in Harvard, Massachusetts looking west over the valley toward Shirley, Massachusetts and the Shirley Industrial School for Juvenile Delinquent Boys. Those are remaining school buildings that you can see in the middle right of the picture. The town is to the far right and well buried by the trees. (In my writings the town is called Shakerton, to give emotional protection to someone who might wind up in my writings not wanting to be there.) The industrial school has become a maximum security prison and any of you who have read Bitzy’s Story: Healing the Pain of Silence, have seen the picture of the “Older Man.” The area at the back of that picture is the house that I grew up in. To the left in the picture is the duplex house where Carole Simpson lived on the right-hand side, and the Gavens on the left. Yes, these were real people in a real place. And all that is gone due to the placement of the prison buildings. That is the fun in reading a memoir! It is usually history wrapped in a story.
Let me explain the banner across the top of my blog page; once and for all. Eighty-three years ago on February 20, 1940 as a tiny baby I entered this world, between two snow storms, by coming to live in that beautiful valley you see in my blog page banner. The actual place is the Nashua River Basin known as the Nashoba Valley. The picture is taken from a hill in Harvard, Massachusetts looking west over the valley toward Shirley, Massachusetts and the Shirley Industrial School for Juvenile Delinquent Boys. Those are remaining school buildings that you can see in the middle right of the picture. The town is to the far right and well buried by the trees. (In my writings the town is called Shakerton, to give emotional protection to someone who might wind up in my writings not wanting to be there.) The industrial school has become a maximum security prison and any of you who have read Bitzy’s Story: Healing the Pain of Silence, have seen the picture of the “Older Man.” The area at the back of that picture is the house that I grew up in. To the left in the picture is the duplex house where Carole Simpson lived on the right-hand side, and the Gavens on the left. Yes, these were real people in a real place. And all that is gone due to the placement of the prison buildings. That is the fun in reading a memoir! It is usually history wrapped in a story.
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My name is JessieMay Kessler, LPC. I'm a Licensed Professional Counselor in the State of Connecticut. The primary issues I work with include counseling after loss, depression, interpersonal relationships, blended families, personal insecurity/self-esteem, and helping to build emotionally healthy family environments.
As you can gather from the banner, my major focus both in my writing and counseling is the emotional security of the members of a family, which starts even before birth. Relational life and the individual’s emotional health go back to those first communications. I am a published author, with books for sale on Amazon.com. After raising two families and helping to raise grandchildren, I am finally making my childhood dream of being a known writer come true, like my uncle, Ralph Moody, a New York Times bestselling author of the 1950s and 60s. Click on the icons below to read more about my books. I am a Jungian Therapist and have been counseling individuals to help them find a place of internal comfort and security. I’ve done this work for over forty years, first in a Pastoral Counseling Center, and later in private practice. I am a Reiki Master, which is a type of hands on healing. I use this generally in conjunction with an ongoing therapeutic client. |
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Family
No matter how great the distance, we return;
bearing the bruises of the paths we've chosen.
We come to join in laughter,
in comfort,
and in grief.
In this house spirits soar,
souls dance,
and magically we make up for lost time.
We gather in a whirling celebration of life,
and like the rivers that run into the sea
we are once again whole.
We take comfort in knowing that through moments of great joy
and times of sobering reality,
we are surrounded by all that we will
ever need ... each other.
- by Tim Tarrant
bearing the bruises of the paths we've chosen.
We come to join in laughter,
in comfort,
and in grief.
In this house spirits soar,
souls dance,
and magically we make up for lost time.
We gather in a whirling celebration of life,
and like the rivers that run into the sea
we are once again whole.
We take comfort in knowing that through moments of great joy
and times of sobering reality,
we are surrounded by all that we will
ever need ... each other.
- by Tim Tarrant