It’s humbling when the work comes back on myself.
I’m torn in two. Perhaps torn in ten is more like it.
I’ve followed my inner promptings and during the three years I’ve been writing this blog I’ve been taking steps lower and lower into the underground of my life.
Doing this with intention over time has brought me to now. When nothing looks like I thought it did or would.
I’m in a place I couldn’t have predicted. I couldn’t have predicted the mess, the turmoil, the beauty or the sacredness.
And as I go deeper the tension between writing about therapy and where I am – in a whole unconscious murky mess with the purpose of being reborn – the tension is great.
So I am stopping writing for a period of time – until May at least.
I am stopping writing so I can stay in the place where I’m in and not have to put coherent words to something every week.
This is not easy. My connections with you enrich my life every week.
While I’m off I will do the odd Facebook live. I’ll be on email but I’ll be slower to respond. I won’t be engaging on social media though I may post the odd article. Here are some other resources:
Top 10 articles about therapy:
And scores of others here: Therapy Resources
I will end with these words from deep inside me:
There is more possible in life than any of us know.
We are held by life and if we look in life’s direction it will reach out its arms to us.
If you go all in life will meet you.
The fragile flower that is myself is growing in the small pond inside of me and I must protect its climate.
We choose every day the climate in which the lotus will grow.
Care for that lotus. Care for that beautiful flower. It may cost you things you thought were important. It will almost definitely ask you to take apart your ideas of how you are and how things should work and what you need to be safe and what it means to live and love. It will almost definitely push you past what you thought were your limits.
And the beauty of that flower dazzles and blinds.