Thursday, April 11, 2013

As a psychotherapist I always envisioned myself with an office in my local community seeing clients of all ages and backgrounds, exploring the challenges of being a spiritual being in a human body.  My focus has always been of a holistic nature (mind, body, spirit) and of the relational/humanistic genres, mixed with a little of this and a little of that.  For several years I had that office.  It was a light filled comfortable place for clients to come explore their lives. The office took on a life of it’s own as a refuge, removed from the chaos of daily existence where they could just be with their issues outside the confines of time and space at least for a short period of time.  The full implications of their discomforts, fears, anxieties, dreams, heartaches, traumas could be released and held in the sacred space of the room without judgment or the need to be labeled within a pathological construct. I have seen over and over again that the initial spark of healing in every situation is in the empathic witnessing by another in a safe container of non-duality.  The foundation of my work with my clients as well as in my own personal work has always been the creation of a safe container where every feeling is welcomed.  The process of unraveling old paradigms that no longer work within this container is the name of the game.

And then one winter morning an opportunity came along that I could not turn away from.

I responded to a call from an organization providing mental health support to those in the military.  They were looking for therapists who were willing to travel and work for short periods of time on various bases, with people in the military, working either with adults or children/families, helping them deal with the many issues related military life. Thus, for the past three and a half years I have been traveling the globe and my office has become the suitcase that I carry with me as I move from base to base.

My focus has been on the children of the soldiers and their families and how the demands of 21st century world conflicts affect their lives.  To say that I have
personally been challenged and changed by what I have experienced is an understatement.  My world has expanded in ways I never could have imagined and I am forever humbled by their stories and in awe of their courage.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Two waves in the ocean were having a conversation as they flowed towards shore.
The larger wave was extremely depressed and the small wave was peacefully flowing along.  “If you could see what I see from up here,” said the large wave to the small wave, ”you would not be so happy.”
            “Well, what is it?, said the small wave.
            “In not too long, we will crash into the shore, and that will be the end of us,” said the large wave.
            “Oh, that”, said the large wave.
            “What, are you crazy?”
            “No.  I know a little secret that tells me it’s all okay,” said the small wave. “Would you like me to share it with you?”
At this point the large wave is both curious and suspicious.  “Will I have to pay a lot of money to learn the secret?”
“No, not at all,” said the small wave.
“Will I have to meditate for thirty years?”
“No”, said the small wave.  “Really, the whole this is only eight words.”
“Eight words?  Well, tell me, already.”
“So”, the small wave says, ever so gently.  “You are not a wave.  You are water.”
                                                                                                Zen story

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Our spirits, our souls are fed by the journeys we take and the stories we weave about these journeys.  We sing our stories. We dance our stories. We drum and rattle our way to soul.

We each have a unique set of likes and dislikes, and ways we show up in this world.  Our ways of seeing the world and the journey we are on are distinctive to each one of us. No two are the same, and yet no two are very far apart.

We are here to witness.
We are here to learn.
We are here to remember.
But mostly we are here to be open-hearted.

I am a psychotherapist, an artist, a mother and grandmother, and a wife, and a constantly curious spirit.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

It has been awhile since I posted the first image here.  And even longer since I had the idea of this blog.
The good news is that I finally feel ready to do the writing and imaging and musing of all that I want to say and be and represent in this new phase of my life. I feel as though I am building a foundation of true self that will act as the perfect layer of new soil for all that I am planting now - a home with new colors on the walls, a garden (my first), a heart that is learning how to breath, relationships that reflect open-heartedness, a deeper love of mother earth, the ability to be present to all that life has to offer, eyes that see everything a little brighter, finding safety and ease in being embodied, and a conscious cultivation of community.

The overflowing cup of reflection and letting-go has been my focus this winter. Now that spring is here it is time to set intention, cultivate the soil and plant what has been waiting so patiently in the wings and on the wind to come thru. It is time.

As Anais Nin said so beautifully, "and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."