Edited Original Photo by Izzy Gibson on Unsplash
For months now I have posted regularly on Linked In and here.
This week I find myself stuck. There is so much and there is nothing. So I drop into my Focusing practice and pay attention inside. What do I notice that is here, getting in the way of the stuckness.
I alight on something but it’s not that. So what else? And what else?
The Spring brought me energy, a lift, excitement, a turning towards the sun. I joke that it’s because I am a spring baby that I feel myself uncurl and expand, shaking out the winter greyness. So it was this year. And yet I wonder, was it a fleeting moment?
These last few days my mood has shifted. Have I put on a particular kind of lens over my seeing that is colouring my perception. I’ve been reminded again why I really do the work I do, why I have spent the last few years deepening into my capacity to hold the difficulty and the pain felt by clients. When we work through the body, the body reveals.
Underneath everything is a desire that I do my bit to help heal the trauma and the pain that people experience. That if there are enough of us out there we can stop it being perpetuated. To do that, I have to be able to be with the experience of those I work with.
This then is my stuckness. I have been sitting with this. I acknowledge and share, and beautifully, it moves.
