It is not the content but the context of our life that matters.
I work as a practitioner in a similar way I intend to as a human being, as a friend and toward myself. My approach is one of subtle rebellion against a capitalistic culture in which I deconstruct beliefs that we need to change, to strive and be better and to fix.
I am not a place to change anyone, foremost, because I cannot, and also because the first step in change is accepting what is. I don’t wish to force or approach transformation from a place of judgment nor deficiency.
I recognize that changing patterns is difficult. That often patterns know more about their reasons for being there than we may know ourselves. I create a space to encounter, to be curious and to see what is ready to be revealed.
Can we expand our capacities for change to emerge naturally? Can we partner with our own growth process?
Truth is, our lives may still appear the same on the outside while our internal perspective may differ. I am interested in that perspective. In our choice points. In that places where we can begin to say and live new stories. Where we can expand and meet the unfolding of our growth.
Whether it being with yoga postures, making art, being in body, washing the dishes, you name it – it is not about the end result. Healing is not a finished product that can be neatly packaged and checked off the list.
It is a process where every step matters.
How do we relate to of getting in and out of posture? That is the teacher. Are we overly ambitious? Are we fearful, holding back? How do we relate to our art making? That is the teacher. Are we critical? Thinking or wishing we could do otherwise? Are we rushing through it? How do we relate to our body? That is the teacher. Are we resistant to ailments or pain? Do we strive to be different?
Learning about our tendencies is learning about ourselves. Tendencies aren’t bad or something we have to get rid of. And yes, we can expand our repertoire so we have other options.
If you would grow to your best self
Be patient, not demanding
Accepting, not condemning
Nurturing, not withholding
Self-marveling, not belittling
Gently guiding, not pushing and punishing
For you are more sensitive than you know
Mankind is as tough as war yet delicate as flowers
We can endure agonies but we open fully only to warmth and light
And our need to grow is as fragile as a fragrance dispersed by storms of will
To return only when those storm are still
So, accept, respect, and attend your sensitivity
A flower cannot be opened with a hammer.
-Daniel F. Mead