As a result of this amazing work with Somatic Experiencing ( as well as my exceptional adventures at Haystack) I feel a new spaciousness within my own body. I've come home to my house on the Hudson River with renewed eyes. For several years now I've wanted to let go of this sanctuary for many reasons: the children have grown and moved out; their laughter and childhood still linger filling me with nostalgic longing for past times; the weeds are epic to untangle as is the poison ivy and the nests of wasp which appear in the most unlikely of places each year; its too big and even though I now have someone to help me clean it, I don't have energy for even the most basic maintenance; last but not least our taxes have gone through the roof and beyond so now we must sell. All of these amount to an inability to "be" in the place where I live - almost akin to not "being" in one's own skin.
Since Monday night when I arrived home I have begun the process of "nesting", rearranging furniture and rugs, pulling out forgotten items, potting new plants and cooking in my kitchen for old friends. I've begun to set up my dining room, which is hardly used, as a space for weaving and making. In these middays of summer a light breeze fills to rooms and pathways of energy seem to have emerged. It no longer feels like a space where memory has come to die, but a place where the present and future can occur. Everything I've touched or placed seems completely balanced and within my control - made sacred. Joan Borysenko writes of the sacred space as a place where we have relationship to things that we love and where we are in harmony: works of art, small shells and stones, plants. Nature is such a space where we can feel a greater connection to "Big Mind" and God.
I'm grateful for this new perspective which makes me feel more alive and purposeful by the day.
Since Monday night when I arrived home I have begun the process of "nesting", rearranging furniture and rugs, pulling out forgotten items, potting new plants and cooking in my kitchen for old friends. I've begun to set up my dining room, which is hardly used, as a space for weaving and making. In these middays of summer a light breeze fills to rooms and pathways of energy seem to have emerged. It no longer feels like a space where memory has come to die, but a place where the present and future can occur. Everything I've touched or placed seems completely balanced and within my control - made sacred. Joan Borysenko writes of the sacred space as a place where we have relationship to things that we love and where we are in harmony: works of art, small shells and stones, plants. Nature is such a space where we can feel a greater connection to "Big Mind" and God.
I'm grateful for this new perspective which makes me feel more alive and purposeful by the day.
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