I am currently reading Maps to Ecstasy by Gabrielle Roth who is the founder of the 5 Rhythms – a practice of ecstatic dance and a profound movement meditation meant to bring us into deep intimacy with ourselves. I am completely spellbound by her words. She is a healer, an “urban shaman” as she calls herself, and a woman interested in an immanent relationship with living. No transcendence, no stoic unemotive state of enlightenment to chase – her work is dedicated to being in the world in the most whole way we can as thinking, feeling, emobodied beings. I just finished a portion of her book on nurturing instincts. She.
In two weeks I will be starting my Master's degree in Counselling Psychology. For years I have considered many avenues for graduate study, more often than not I have been tyrannized by the thought of making the wrong decision. I've stewed about what the outcome might be – would I be employable? Would I ultimately enjoy the work? If I open this door what about all the others that would shut? Most of all, I've worried about the time and energy it would require from me. But, despite the confusion and fear I am continually haunted by academics and have an undeniably, seemingly DNA based penchant for learning. So, this.
From www.michaelguth.com A few weeks ago I had a session with my long time therapist and mentor. At one point during our conversation he relayed the story in the Bible of Jesus’ transfiguration (Mark 9:2-8). The story, in brief, describes how Jesus journeyed to the top of Mount Tabor with disciples John, James and Peter. Here, these discples, and holy witnesses Elijah and Moses, witnessed the transformation of Jesus into a physical expression of his Divinity. His face shone like the sun, his clothes glowed whiter than anything they had ever seen. The voice of God echoed from the sky “this is my Beloved son. Hear Him!”. Peter, James and.
Thich Nhat Hanh I take my daughter for a walk every morning. Sometimes I listen to audiobooks on my IPod in one ear while I walk. Recently I have been listening to Thich Nhat Hanh’s Mindfulness and Psychotherapy which is actually a recording of lectures this Buddhist monk gave years back to a group of psychotherapists. At one point he was talking about the anger he felt during the Vietnam war when a village he had helped rebuild four times was bombed again. He said he wrote a poem about his experience. I became immediately more engaged as some part of me figured that monk’s never actually feel anger – I was eager.