Parenthood Grief
I've been feeling a lot of fear, sadness, stress, and grief over the last few weeks. Another quite raw layer of my heart is being alchemized.
After over a year in Switzerland, I've been grieving a lost sense of purpose that came from being physically close and immediately available to my children as their dad. On the one hand, the grief is simple. My body is confused that they're no longer in the next room. How can I protect or listen or bring attention or hug or provide? I didn't know this part of my identity went so deep. I feel the loss in my bones.
Holiday Memory Sharing/Reflecting
Bring this practice to your family or friend gatherings over the holidays as a way to get closer and drop into a deeper level of conversation and sharing.
Big dreams and visions
I’m sharing some big dreams and visions below.
Read on if you want to know more of my heart and soul purpose and inspirations.
Presence Touch is a devotional practice and path of resting ever more fully into the sacred pulse of Love and coming into bodily communion with the perfect holding of Life, through non-doing, compassionate touch with another human being.
Earthborn Heart
When I rest back into the deepest core of my earthborn heart,
Allowing my body to be held in the spacious arms of Life,
A transmission of water and ancestors meets me,
Singing remembrance through my cells,
Inviting me to be with you in touch,
Rooted and still, our souls saturated
By the sacred pulse of Love.
Exploring Space Together: Relational Presencing Practices
The following practices can help you cultivate more spatial and relational awareness and presence with others.
Time Required: 20 minutes
Step 1: Explore your sense of outer and inner space by sharing back and forth using the following sentence stems.
Looking around the room, I notice… (Share back and forth for 3 minutes)
Looking inside myself, I notice/feel… (Focus on physical sensations and emotions, sharing back and forth for 3 minutes)
A Community Healer Without a Community
Last week, my hours were cut in half at the job I’ve been working for the last 14 years as my primary source of income. I knew this change could come. It felt jarring and disorienting nonetheless.
I touched old fears of scarcity and uncertainty, welcomed the raw sounds of my anger to connect my belly, heart, and throat, felt waves of shame related to providing, shed tears honoring the loss, and went to sleep feeling a little clearer and more hopeful, though still a bit anxious.
“I can figure things out.”
The next morning, I woke feeling quite tender. Something deeper was being touched, and I opened into a powerful flow of sorrow that emerged from my ancestral nervous system, accompanied by these words:
“I am a community healer without a community.”