A poem that emerged in response to a question I was recently asked.
On becoming a therapist
Grateful, I was asked this profound question.
Guiding me inwards, a rich, intimate conversation.
How does one companion the bodily mystery?
Holding space and bearing witness to futility
Trusting the thresholds – towards a day of normalcy.
Unless dreams become vivid and nightmare less jumpy
Of celebrating moments of un-shallow breathing
Requires abandoning self-validation and un-saving
An inquiry into being and undoing of action
Weaving loss, pain, shame, myriad unspoken emotions
Paradigms of becoming continues – to surrender
Witnessing oneself, compassion when encountered
velveteen rabbit uttered wisely on being real.
A thing that happens over a long time, it’s alchemical.
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Musings of an expressive arts therapist, Psychodrama director and Somatic Practitioner 