TRE Portugal

10/05/2025

Your nervous system doesn’t heal just because time has passed…
We’re told that “time heals all wounds”, but for the nervous system, that’s not true.

The body doesn’t operate on a calendar.
It heals when it feels safe enough - again and again - until it finally trusts and believes: the danger is properly gone

It takes repeated moments of safety, kindness, attunement, regulation and groundedness, for the body to stop bracing for impact.

And when it does, the shift is subtle but sacred.

The breath softens.

The shoulders drop.

The world becomes a little less threatening.

Healing is not linear. It’s not about forgetting the past.
It's about finally knowing - deep in the body
that it is the past.

This is why trauma healing isn’t about pushing through.

It’s about inviting in softness and safety, softness and safety.
Over and over.
Until the system exhales: It’s over now.

Be gentle. Be safe.



www.fionasoma.com

11/09/2024

Olá 🌞
O Verão já mostra sinais de estar a findar e a trazer a energia vital, o Qi , lentamente de volta à Terra e ao Corpo.

A transição de estação pode ser desafiante para o corpo , que sendo a âncora da nossa mente, das emoções e do espírito, precisa de atenção, cuidado e Amor.

Sentes ansiedade? Tensão física e emocional? Sono perturbado? Opressão? Dores crónicas? Estás na defensiva ou agressiv@ com os outros? Ou sentes que te queres isolar?...

Na verdade o que precisamos , todos, é de Conexão.
E podemos começar por reconectar, comunicando com o nosso Corpo.
E como? A linguagem do corpo não utiliza conceitos nem ideias, não julga nem analisa. Apenas dá e recebe "clues" de segurança e expansão versus insegurança e contração.

E como podemos, enquanto seres conscientes, transmitir-lhe códigos de segurança e expansão?

Sessões de regulação do sistema nervoso com o método TRE® (Tension and Trauma Releasing Exercises), na qual iremos descobrir que o nosso corpo , enquanto for corpo vivo, tem a capacidade de se regular, renovar e resignificar a experiência vivida, para um estado mais leve , calmo e alegre.

Para receberes mais informações e saberes mais sobre como o TRE® te pode ajudar escreve "TRE" nos comentários.

Facilitadora certificada : Virginie Freire (
4as feiras
19:30
Casa Brahma , Porto
Contacta-me para reservar o teu lugar
+351919612481 (Whatsapp)

Até já 🌈

www.traumaprevention.com

09/09/2024

Tune In
Be Moved
Return Home
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09/07/2024

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31/03/2024

Virginie Freire
Certified TRE® Provider

(Somatic Trauma Work)

BOOK NOW (private message)

🏹 and embark on a wonderful journey towards stress and trauma release! 💝

TRE® or Trauma and Tension Release Exercises, is a somatic body-based practice for individuals experiencing stress, anxiety, sleep issues, trauma, or PTSD. It's not necessary to talk about an event, feeling, or problem, which allows overcoming communication barriers and reliving memories that may bring additional stress.

The TRE® program consists of a series of gentle stretches engaging the muscles of the lower body, resulting in a gentle trembling of the legs. Once the body shakes, you lie on the floor and encourage these natural vibrations to move through the body, without trying to control them. Most people find the shaking sensation enjoyable; some report physical or emotional release without being overwhelmed by the process.

If you suffer from chronic pain, TMJ issues (bruxism), tension headaches, recovering from a sports injury, or physical trauma, TRE can also help.

TRE® will help your nervous system self-regulate, and you will experience a state of calm and balance to better overcome everyday challenges and traumatic situations in your life.

I offer individual and group sessions.

Book your session to try out this new method.

+351 919612481
virginiefreire@gmail.com

I speak Portuguese, French, English, Spanish, and German!

www.traumaprevention.com

31/03/2024

19/02/2024

Happy Monday ❤️

May we raise children to love the unloved things...
The dandelion, the worm and the spiderlings
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn
and run into rainswept days the same way we turn toward the sun

And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice
May they draw upon that wilder bond...
Those days of tending tender things
AND BE THE ONES

Nicolette Sowder

28/01/2024

Beginner’s ❤️

“To achieve “beginner’s mind,” we dispense with our preconceptions and enter each situation as if seeing it for the first time. “In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities,” wrote Zen teacher Shunryu Suzuki, “but in the expert’s there are few.”

“As much as I love beginner’s mind, I suggest we also practice beginner’s heart. That means approaching every encounter with a fresh wave of innocent, tender, generous curiosity. It’s as pure a feeling as if we are invoking it for the first time.

“When we cultivate beginner’s heart, we do so to enhance our ability to understand reality. It doesn’t mean we indiscriminately make ourselves vulnerable to people and situations that might exploit or hurt us.”
~ Rob Breszny

Art by Elin Manon

10/01/2024

🌠💙🧿🩻🦄

30/12/2023

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy,’ she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.’

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice.. ‘The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.

They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said.
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~ THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
At the bottom of this great story was a request to forward this - I deleted that request because if you have read to this point, you won't have to be asked to pass it along you just will...

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance

Happy 2024 ya all - may you be blessed and moved towards and 💙💛🧡💜💚❤️

01/12/2023

There are many things in life that we are not meant to get over, move on or completely heal from.

Even the idea itself of being completely "healed" is derived from a colonial, patriarchal psychology that is rooted so deeply in individuality while being divorced from any proper, nourishing root system of its own.

If we need to be "healed' we risk repressing so much of our grief that it transforms into shame and narcissism that has us unconsciously repeating the losses that we could not name, grieve or allow to truly shape us in more meaningful, generative ways.

This conditioning is rooted in how we approach death, how long our culture allows us to grieve before we must "get over it" and move on with our lives.

But, in our heart of hearts, we know it does not work like that.

♡

We might grieve the loss of a loved one who passed away for the rest of our lives.

We might long for and miss people we continue to love, even when they cannot be a part of our lives.

To be human is to be a constellation of every experience we have ever had in our lives.

Everyone we have ever loved.
Those who have loved us.
All we have survived.
All that we have created.
Everything we have learned, witnessed, felt, grown from and opened into.

It's all within us, in our cells, pulsing in our bones, woven into the tapestry of story that beats our hearts.

It's not something we can clear away or "get over."

♡

Self is a constellation of ancestors, stories carried in the bones of the earth, roots that drink from the darkness of the mystery and psyche expressing itself as the seasons.

Nothing is the same within us from day to day when we allow what we have lived to shape and change us over time, the way a river carves out ancient stone in the deep forest waterways.

Every storm leaves its mark in the forest that later twists the trunks in a particular way, informs where seeds will take root, what will feed new life and what will not.

The nature of the ecosystem is to thrive.

This is our nature to.

We spiral through the seasons, each time being shaped closer and closer to our true form as an expression of love and honoring of all that came before.

♡

We are part star, part earth, part raging river, part crackling fire, part Winter storm, part Spring blossoming, part Summer passion, part Fall's letting go, part wild instinct, part divine tuning fork...

All of us is woven from the web of the great creation and to allow ourselves to be shaped by all that we have loved before, to ebb and flow through the evolution of the Spiral of creation, is a great, deep healing at the hands of something far greater than us.

Far more beautiful than the isolation of a psyche trying to force itself to get rid of something that gives its genius more character.

Far more interesting than trying to mold ourselves into being okay in an unwell, disconnected world.

♡

There is something within us that has not been broken, can never be harmed within us; something that has continued to carry us, hold us, love us and shape us through it all.

We move forward, into the future that is shaped by the great Dreaming that is shaping us and dreaming us as much as we, it.

We move forward.
We spiral.
We integrate.
We move forward again.

♡

What are we bringing with us from the past that will support us in thriving now?

What gifts, qualities and lessons will we take with us into the next dreaming that life presents us with?

How can we transform the pain of our heartbreak into something beautiful that can feed and nourish the present?

What greater capacity have we now for trusting the Dreaming to deliver us greater love that we must now learn how to receive?

More love.
Not less.

Art by Mia Ohki
Words Dr. Mia Hetényi ❤️🙏