A note from Dr. Hendrix
This one came out as a poem — my wife the sociologist tracing her Celtic tribe, me the psychologist chasing my soul, both of us searching once the babies had grown and the work had wound down. I wrote it because in the quiet after a busy life, the question “who are we, really?” finally has room to be asked.
My wife majored in sociology,
Me, psychology.
We had babies,
And the work world began.
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Then, the babies left,
And the work world ended.
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My wife started searching for her ancient tribe,
Me, for my soul.
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Ten years of searching passed.
Cheri found her tribe – the Celts of Ireland.
My soul is my heart and head.
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Sociology paid off for my wife. She’s a Celt
Psychology paid off for me. My heart is jazz?
My head . . . Lakers. (That’s what popped up.)
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It’s time to go forward.
It’s 1:17 a.m.
My Irish Celt is by my side.
My heart has always been right there with her.
My head, it follows my heart.