Peggy Haymes, MDiv, MA, LPC
counseling, seminars and workshops
helping people live well
Fed up with feeling frustrated? Tired of feeling depressed and worried?
Weighed down with grief and sadness?
Ready to let go of old hurts and move ahead?
Your life is waiting...
In my experience, people come to counseling because it's time...
Time to face what isn't working in a relationship...
Time to stop being controlled by fear and anxiety...
Time to heal old hurts and wounds...
Time to have more in your life than depression...
Time to face your grief and move through it....
Time to silence the negative, critical tapes inside...
Time to dream new dreams...
Time to create the life you want...
Time to discover joy.
Is it time for you?
Time to face what isn't working in a relationship...
Time to stop being controlled by fear and anxiety...
Time to heal old hurts and wounds...
Time to have more in your life than depression...
Time to face your grief and move through it....
Time to silence the negative, critical tapes inside...
Time to dream new dreams...
Time to create the life you want...
Time to discover joy.
Is it time for you?
It is my joy to work with people whose time for healing and positive change has come.
If you're interested in making an appointment or talking with me about whether or not I'm the right person for you,
you can call or e-mail me.
Peggy Haymes
Licensed Professional Counselor
336-293-4407
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Read my Blog, Spirit Scraps
Spirit Scraps
Spirit Scraps
from my latest entry...
Throwing Away the Keys
I threw away my keys yesterday.
I’m not talking about the time where I threw away a bag of garbage and heard the unsettling clink of my office keys also hitting the dumpster. (Luckily they landed on top of a bag of trash and I was able to rescue them with a coat hanger.)
No, I’m talking about clearly and with forethought throwing a set of keys into the
trash. The thing is, I don’t know what they were keys to. I wasn’t missing keys. I have reason to believe that they belonged to the house at 2701 Ashburton Lane, my childhood home. If you go there now, you’ll need no keys for there’s only a school ball field there now. After being sold, the house was moved away. I feel certain they also changed the locks. So why was it so hard to throw those keys away?
As I’ve cleaned out family homes and even moved my self, I’ve found numerous sets of keys, most of which I have no idea as to where they belong. Even so, it’s still hard to throw them out. I always have a nagging feeling that one day I’m going to come up against that door where those keys fit and I’m going to need them. Throwing keys out seems a bit reckless to me, a little bit of living on the edge. (I know that as living on the edge goes, it’s not much. Bear with me.)
I see my clients struggling with much the same thing. Most of the time it’s not actual keys but rather old beliefs. Someone along the way told them, by word or deed, that this was a key to life.
I threw away my keys yesterday.
I’m not talking about the time where I threw away a bag of garbage and heard the unsettling clink of my office keys also hitting the dumpster. (Luckily they landed on top of a bag of trash and I was able to rescue them with a coat hanger.)
No, I’m talking about clearly and with forethought throwing a set of keys into the
trash. The thing is, I don’t know what they were keys to. I wasn’t missing keys. I have reason to believe that they belonged to the house at 2701 Ashburton Lane, my childhood home. If you go there now, you’ll need no keys for there’s only a school ball field there now. After being sold, the house was moved away. I feel certain they also changed the locks. So why was it so hard to throw those keys away?
As I’ve cleaned out family homes and even moved my self, I’ve found numerous sets of keys, most of which I have no idea as to where they belong. Even so, it’s still hard to throw them out. I always have a nagging feeling that one day I’m going to come up against that door where those keys fit and I’m going to need them. Throwing keys out seems a bit reckless to me, a little bit of living on the edge. (I know that as living on the edge goes, it’s not much. Bear with me.)
I see my clients struggling with much the same thing. Most of the time it’s not actual keys but rather old beliefs. Someone along the way told them, by word or deed, that this was a key to life.
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