THE HEALER

I think it’s true that healers have gone through, and go through excessive healing themselves. In fact have to.

The healer - one that heals. If we leave, who... up to the ether for a moment, we may find, we all are healers. We all are healing.

We're on a journey to 'become us', to continously 'become' yet more whole. We grow the capacity and space to meet ourselves where we are at. And maybe through that, offer space and guidance to someone in need.

We don't actually take or add to another. We help each other see ourselves. And we help each other understand that we are in fact already WHOLE.

Whole and heal ~ they are one and the same thing.

The word healing stems from the root, haelan - the condition or state of being hal; whole. Recognising what we are everything, everything what moves us, and everything that moves through us.

Through life we grow and learn the capacity to hold (not hold on to) what we are already... to land in our selves, and to meet ourselves. Here. In this moment. Right on the edge of our becoming, and changeability. To remain present even when it seems unbearable.

My personal lifes journey has taken me through sexual abuse, self-hatred, bulimia. Suicidal at times, depressed, but functional, removed from myself and I (likely) drank too much, I was diagnosed bipolar at some point, a diagnosis that was removed years later.

I'm a dancer at heart, an artist, one that finds peace and home in nature, dance, and with my soulfamily, I practice shiatsu, am a leader - sometimes, and so my family tells me, a healer. I want to inspire and be inspired. And I’m available to be awestruck, fascinated, loved.

I love working with my hands, my body, I love silence and I love words. I love words that come from our core, that express our experience at the truest and deepest level possible in this moment. Sometimes deepest is shallow. I’m learning this slowly. I love allowing my body to speak. It’s where I'm home. Sometimes I listen deeply, sometimes I have too much noise too hear anything other than that.

And I tell stories.

We all have stories, some to tell, some not to. All have traumas - that have interwoven our lives, and through which we must journey in order to come home to what we know in our guts to be us. What ignites our cells into a roaring Yes, and sends shivers through our bones and skin in recognition.

All of our journey, we bring to the table. No matter our beliefs - or what we think we can hide or run from, pretend to be or not to be. No matter what we do. We bring it all. For better and for worse.

I bring mine to Shiatsu,

in some way, but also silence, and space to hold it.

I bring them to my interactions, wether I know it or not, and to my DANCE. Yeees, dance. And I try my best to bring my dance to everything I do.

It gives me strength and courage, and connects me with space, with earth and heaven, and with time; with history; past, and future - my own and the collectives.

It brings me in contact with the innate movement of life and with beauty, with my body, myself, and all which is beyond my physical boundery, yet also is myself... Even when in doubt. It allows me solidity, allows for clearity. Both very important!

And than there's flight. In the boundlessness of our souls, and the connection with all things.

There's a lot we can say about ourselves. Yet we can only ever say too little and too much at once, it feels. In my favorite book there's a line about speaking the truth, is to make us real.

And real never is the sort of real that lives within the confines of right and wrong. It's the essence of our knowing us in this moment. And allowing to let that come foreward. Reality like this is a very fleeting thing... and yet very here, very present. And VERY precious.

SHIATSU IS THAT, DANCE IS THAT, LIFE IS THAT.

The greatest healers are we.

Nothing can stand in the way of the space and love we are willing to offer to ourselves. Nothing!

Maybe we'll be fortunate enough to touch the hearts of others on our ways. Or be touched by theirs.

And maybe we'll be touched by our own.

It's very true, and very simple...

...One heart at a time