07/31/2025
YOU CAN HEAL YOUR LIFE
The goal is not to “not have a story,” but to become the poet of a new world - to weave an updated narrative that is wild, ta***ic, and untamed, that interrupts the psychic status quo, and cuts through the trance of the collective.
One that incarnates through soma and nervous system, through the feeling body and the imaginal landscape, and out into the trembling heart of this planet.
To become a transparent vessel for the quantum, creative, pregnant unknown to emerge, a devoted vehicle through which the Beloved is able to unfold her body and myth into this place, incarnated into the world of form, with the signature of luminosity.
Not only a verbal story, one in words, but also by way of a more nuanced somatic, autonomic, and soul- narrative: the story of the feeling body, the imaginal body, and their subtle communication from the secret places.
The poetic mercy and grace which arises out of the relational field when we bracket our own opinions, ideas, suggestions, and advice – for just a moment – and truly listen to the other, offer the gift of our empathic presence, so that they feel felt and understood, safe enough to be themselves, a field of permission in which all that has been unlived can return Home into a sanctuary of holding and repair.
And to know that even in the eruption of their (our) deepest sensitivities and historic core vulnerabilities that we will stay near, that we don’t need them (ourselves) to become someone different, to have some other experience, or even to heal in order for us to stay close.
That together, mirror neuron to mirror neuron, strands of light filled resonance circuitries, we bear witness as a new story emerges, one that is imbued with magic, mystery, and meaning, writing over the older adaptive story, honoring it for the role it once played.
A new story that honors the outrageous capacity of the human body, soul, and Spirit to reorganize, even in the face of the unthinkable, trauma and relational wounding of all kinds.
While the old stories once served an adaptive function, they too long to be revised, to dissolve into the ocean of the Beloved, where they can be marinated and cooked in the alembic of love, revisioned, re-crafted, and woven together once again.
