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.

November 21, 2015

Living With Insecurity

Last Friday night in Paris, many people who left home for a fun night out on the town did not return home alive. What happened in Paris on Friday night is not only a horrific reminder of the horror of terrorism, but a ghastly introduction to a new reality stripped of the illusion of safety. … + read more

September 1, 2015

Longing, Art and the Problem of Nearly

The scent of Autumn begins to find us this time of year in Oregon. Last night’s storm, the gusting winds, big rolling thunder and oh so sweet rain brought that Autumn feel all the closer. Growing up in New England when October was nothing less than enchanting has left me with a fondness and longing … + read more

August 2, 2015

My son is leaving home

My belly often fills with that sick feeling of regret for the many lessons too late for learning and certainly too late to use. At the top of a lengthy list is a span of time in my twenties and thirties when I treated my parents with terrible neglect and often outright hostility. It took … + read more

July 13, 2015

Time, Creativity and Grief

When my youngest son was in elementary school, we had some rousing conversations walking the dog after dinner. Many of those talks featured mind-boggling exchanges on the strange world of quantum physics and most ended with him calmly explaining to me that time does not exist. Something about the nature of those encounters convinced me … + read more

June 20, 2015

Phil’s Blog Special Edition: Charleston, South Carolina

I cannot fathom how Black people are able to cry. How their hearts can still beat with emotion and love. Were it me who had suffered a quarter of what has been perpetrated on our African American sisters and brothers I’m sure my heart would be numb and deadened as the sidewalk outside my house. … + read more

May 27, 2015

The Self Project and Creativity

Creativity is not the sole province of the artist. Work, relationships and making our way through the challenges and opportunities life presents, requires of us all a creative approach to living that recognizes the uniqueness of every situation, no matter how repetitive it may appear. Even as the routines of the day and the necessary … + read more

April 19, 2015

Does The Human Race Suffer From Post Traumatic Stress?

John Lennon probably wouldn’t read the news these days. If he were alive today, like a lot of people, he might not pick up the paper — the news is that dreadful. In fact, it is so bad in nearly every corner of the world that it seems reasonable to me to pose the question: … + read more

January 29, 2015

Why Football?

Football. The American passion. Love it or hate it, the game defines our national psyche in some mighty big ways, and this time of year is punctuated by the high ritual of Super Bowl Sunday. I grew up in Ohio in the 50’s completely in love with football and the thrill of watching the great … + read more

January 11, 2015

The Evolution of the Thumb

Something strange is going on with the thumb. If you have kids, or are around them at all, you have no doubt seen their thumbs tap dancing over the smallish smart phone keyboards like Fred Astaire on steroids — man they are flying! Look at how ambidextrous they are, how synchronized! While I peck away … + read more

August 26, 2013

The Sky Is Falling

Look out! The sky is falling! Chicken Little was right, truly! I was out walking the dog this morning and I saw and heard it with my own eyes and ears. The sky fell and struck me right on the top of my head! Kerplunk. Look out, Henny Penny, the sky is falling! But Henny … + read more



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