"Rebellious or ready..." That made me think about the difference between falling and jumping...they are so different, I think rebellious and ready are too maybe...
But.
As I read this my mind took it in a bit of a different direction. What you wrote made me think about you and I and our journey through therapy and healing.
How you described the baby bird felt like a description of me when I first came to you. I was no longer "wet" with grief, but was "shaggy-feathered" and unsteady for sure.
Starting my process with you was maybe like the little baby Robin venturing from the nest to the tree branch. As we worked together, 90 minute sessions every week for a long time, it was like you were whispering to me "you're safe, we will do this together, I've got you." Like maybe the mama Robin whispered to her baby, "you're ok, I'll be right back..."
Each week when I would leave a session, even the hardest of the hard sessions, I knew you would be there next week and that I had what I needed to get from here to there. You would bring the sustenance for that week, that was just what I needed to grow strong enough to use my wings, just a little at first, then to really fly.
You were the mama Robin, the mama bear, the loving protective presence I needed to heal. You so carefully held a compress on the hemorrhaging wounds that needed to hemorrhage in order to heal. Those wounds are, for the most part, healed scars now.
I was able to go to every other week sessions, then once a month. Then, because of the healing that had taken place, I was able to use my wings to fly to another state and a new life. That would not have happened without you. It simply would not have.
You and I together "hosed off all the poop, cleaning the canvas" for the next chapter of my art. I will be eternally grateful for you, your expertise, your encouragement, your love and your ability to hold space for me and my very, very broken heart. Truly. You gently brought me back to life and fed me little by little, like the mama Robin, until I was able to strongly fly on my own.
Oh Carol, I didn't expect to cry today - but this sure did it! It's such a beautiful dance to be in deep soul work like this. The safe container has to be there - and stead and reliable, just like you said, and then it has to be met with bravery - again, just like you said. And the ways those two braid together is a magic I didn't expect going into this field, and especially love about our work together. To say I'm lucky to companion you on this journey is an understatement. I've loved watching your fly. And I love you so so much!
“Rebellious or ready… is there a difference?”
I love that concept!
Thanks, Markie!!! I’ve been chewing on it for myself too!
"Rebellious or ready..." That made me think about the difference between falling and jumping...they are so different, I think rebellious and ready are too maybe...
But.
As I read this my mind took it in a bit of a different direction. What you wrote made me think about you and I and our journey through therapy and healing.
How you described the baby bird felt like a description of me when I first came to you. I was no longer "wet" with grief, but was "shaggy-feathered" and unsteady for sure.
Starting my process with you was maybe like the little baby Robin venturing from the nest to the tree branch. As we worked together, 90 minute sessions every week for a long time, it was like you were whispering to me "you're safe, we will do this together, I've got you." Like maybe the mama Robin whispered to her baby, "you're ok, I'll be right back..."
Each week when I would leave a session, even the hardest of the hard sessions, I knew you would be there next week and that I had what I needed to get from here to there. You would bring the sustenance for that week, that was just what I needed to grow strong enough to use my wings, just a little at first, then to really fly.
You were the mama Robin, the mama bear, the loving protective presence I needed to heal. You so carefully held a compress on the hemorrhaging wounds that needed to hemorrhage in order to heal. Those wounds are, for the most part, healed scars now.
I was able to go to every other week sessions, then once a month. Then, because of the healing that had taken place, I was able to use my wings to fly to another state and a new life. That would not have happened without you. It simply would not have.
You and I together "hosed off all the poop, cleaning the canvas" for the next chapter of my art. I will be eternally grateful for you, your expertise, your encouragement, your love and your ability to hold space for me and my very, very broken heart. Truly. You gently brought me back to life and fed me little by little, like the mama Robin, until I was able to strongly fly on my own.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Jesie.
I love you so much.
Oh Carol, I didn't expect to cry today - but this sure did it! It's such a beautiful dance to be in deep soul work like this. The safe container has to be there - and stead and reliable, just like you said, and then it has to be met with bravery - again, just like you said. And the ways those two braid together is a magic I didn't expect going into this field, and especially love about our work together. To say I'm lucky to companion you on this journey is an understatement. I've loved watching your fly. And I love you so so much!