The beginning of the year always arrives with a certain noise. Expectations, resolutions, invisible lists of what should already be happening. And here I am. In my bear mode. Not sleeping, but not ready to leave the cave either.
In recent days, through the body and through movement, I became aware of two very different ways of living freedom: angry freedom and grounded freedom.
Even in moments of despair, boredom, or anxiety, I carry within me a quiet truth -
the capacity to choose.
- What is real?, asked the Rabbit one day...
There are moments when coming to therapy feels like too much.
When you'd rather stay home and quiet everything that asks you to feel.
Those moments are familiar — and often, they are where the real work begins.
"If we opened people up, we'd find landscapes. If we opened me up, we'd find beaches…
Yesterday in dance class, we were rivers. Each with its own course, always in relation to the other.