How do we remember? The differences between explicit, implicit and procedural memory, and their relationship to working with trauma in therapy.
How memory is stored in the body. Working with trama. Implicit and procedural memory.
Coming home to the body: The healing power of Embodied Inquiry
The nervous system holds the stories that words alone cannot reach. Trauma, fear, and even the subtle undercurrents of everyday stress live not just in our thoughts but in the tissues of our body, in the rhythms of our breath, in the tension we unconsciously hold. And yet, we’ve been conditioned to bypass this, to analyse instead of feel, intellectualise instead of inhabit.
Presence is the absence of trauma.
The body is our vessel; for our life on earth as a human, and also the carrier of our spirit. When the body is encumbered by densities and blockages related to unresolved material from the past, the light that we actually are within, simply cannot shine, and instead we carry heaviness, burdens and weight on our shoulders.
Presence is in fact, the absence of trauma.
Soul Loss and the Path to Reclaiming Our True Selves
This morning I woke and my heart was trembling.
Palpatations are something I have become accustomed to this last year. One of the consequences of the mold poisoning I experienced now more than 6 years ago is a heartbeat that often shows some irregularity, or so I have been told. Maybe heartache was the culprit. Maybe both.
A First-Hand Experience of Why Speaking Up feels Equal to the Fear of Death.
There is a beautiful saying I hear many years ago that I have held onto as a guidepost for my life when I meet challenges that are difficult to confront.
The Art of Presence: Loving Fully in Times of Pain
I met with a friend today who is navigating a very difficult time in his life. He is having to confront many of his inner demons, behaviour and choices made over the years that have led to outcomes that are proving challenging in numerous ways.
Cultivating Resilience: The Art of Taking in the Good.
This morning I was on my regular early morning walk ruminating over the frustration I felt at my youngest for 'not listening' to me and swimming in a freezing cold pool a couple of nights ago, then eating 3 pieces of cheesecake - despite the fact that he had a sore throat the day before.