Sitting besides

There are some poignant moments in the therapeutic work I do that I think about often. I reflect on them as times when my mouth feels dry and there are no words to soothe the enormity of our felt sense. I am capturing one such time when we (they & I) stumbled through it harbouring

SELF-Attunement

Most of the clients I work with experienced mis-attunement with their primary caregivers in their early years. At the beginning of therapy, we focus on developing an inner felt sense of warmth, care & safety. Eventually, this exploration settles. The internal world opens up. Positive emotions enter like a fresh breeze opening their grip on

Lost connection

Pondering on the barriers to human connection. Especially now when there are fewer incentives to cultivate new relational spaces. As I wrote this poem, I was overcome with deep sadness and grief. I hope for our outlook to change and a new wave of relatedness. How does one make a warm connection in a world

Body-Language

I have come out of a 2-day workshop. I have an yearning to deepen my connection with the body and its resourcefulness. Each day, I feel enamoured by its beauty, intelligence and wisdom. This poem comes from a well of sadness that embodied knowing does not find its rightful place in therapy & life. An

Hope

I have been reflecting on hope as a life force that keeps us going. In spite of the many times of sinking, hope allows us to try again. These past two years have created moments of many challenges. Death, loss, separation and suffering to name just a few. A fraction of hope is a precious