New book by Philip Kenney

The Writer's Crucible Meditations on Emotion, Being and Creativity

Phil Kenney

Philip Kenney is a practicing psychotherapist in Portland, Oregon. He did his post-graduate work in British Object Relations at the Washington D.C. School of Psychiatry and has taught Self Psychology as part of his private practice. A long time meditator and poet, Mr. Kenney is the author of the novel, Radiance, and a collection of poetry, Where Roses Bloom. He strives to bring together the worlds of psychology, creativity and spirituality in his work and is the author of a new book on those subjects entitled, The Writer's Crucible: Meditations on Emotion, Being and Creativity.

August 16, 2013

The Only Thing to Fear

This morning I did twenty-three pushups. Two weeks ago I could barely do three. I’m lying. Two weeks ago I lowered my chest to the floor, strained to lift myself up and collapsed in a puddle of self-deprecating laughter. The dog lifted his head, looked me in the eye and then averted his gaze: merciful … + read more

May 13, 2013

Walking the Silly Walk

Shortly before moving to the West Coast in 1975, I discovered the Monty Python show on PBS. It was a Sunday night and I was alone in my apartment in Westport, Connecticut when I stumbled quite accidently upon the wacky crew of Brits. John Cheese, Terry Gilliam, Eric Idle, Graham Chapman, Terry Jones and Michael Palin … + read more

May 4, 2013

Enough IS Enough

My patients are better therapists than I am. Sure, I do a lot to facilitate the process of discovery, but in every case, though I may shine my flashlight into the depths of the psychic basement, it is the individual on the couch calling out, “over here, I’m over here.” In other words, it is the … + read more

April 21, 2013

Prius Power

The beauty of aging lies in acts of subtraction. Subtracting the multitude of acquisitions, both material and psychological, that have gathered and stuck like sea barnacles to our rocky egoic self. By the egoic self I mean the many ways the mind attempts to build up an identity structure that feels important and self-enhancing in … + read more

March 29, 2013

Socks, Color and the Luminous Self

I love socks. I especially love colorful, playful socks. This year Santa Claus filled my stocking with five pair of new beauties, pictured here in all their glory. Socks are fun. It is all good from the moment I open the dresser drawer in the morning and see them smiling at me like a new … + read more

February 12, 2013

Thoughts on Violence

A few years back, I took my oldest son, Joey, to his first professional basketball game. Joey was about ten at the time and really eager to see his hometown Portland Trail Blazers, live and in person. The game was unexceptional on the court but by the time we exited Joey had a splitting headache … + read more

January 29, 2013

Are We Good Enough?

Every day, in the privacy of my office, I hear the terrible truth so many people live with from the moment they wake until sleep eases the distress in their hearts. What is real for these folks, who by the way are largely smart, successful adults living what would be considered better than normal lives, … + read more

January 16, 2013

Punishment and The Baseball Hall of Fame

First of all, a disclaimer: much of what I have learned on the subject of punishment, that has changed my views, came my way through the yoga of parenting. My instructors are my two sons, Joey (16) and Georgio (14). I must credit them, and their full-bodied aliveness, coupled with patience and forgiveness, for affording … + read more

January 9, 2013

Special Edition: Dad

Tomorrow marks the 12th anniversary of my father’s passing. He left the morning of the most luminous full moon I’ve ever witnessed, one that bathed the wetlands of South Carolina in a pearl white lotion of what felt like nothing short of grace. Dad’s stubbornness was legendary in our family, and it was no surprise to … + read more

January 8, 2013

Forgetting and Remembering

Sometime in my early forties, I began to joke that my best memories never happened. Now that I’m a year from signing up for Medicare, I can say the same, but without the ironic chuckle. Some events are seemingly lost forever in the deep sea of forgetfulness. Others can be retrieved with a little help … + read more

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