On Devotion
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I was planning to write an analogous story about a kid who goes to summer camp but it doesn't feel right to drop breadcrumbs. Your attention is precious and I care too much about what I'm doing to be cute about it so I'm going to feed you the damn sandwich. My love of connecting with people is the seed that grew the roots of my coaching offering which sprouted Masculine Witness which has blossomed into what I am learning and practicing and offering now. I have attended two in-person trainings this year and I am in the middle of a third training that is more self-paced. I am watching myself devote more and more time and energy to it. Why? It fascinates me. It compels me. It's a blend of talk therapy and emotional release techniques and bodywork, all occurring simultaneously and interchangeably as I see fit with my clients in 1-1 sessions. It captivates me because there's so much to it: intuition and loving presence and emotion and attunement and intensity and energy work and strength and body mechanics and listening and pausing and grounding and stillness and much more. Two years ago, I cried for the first and second and third times in many years by using the emotional release tools available in this work. I felt deep reservoirs of anger and grief and compassion I didn't know I had. I have facilitated similarly powerful experiences as a practitioner. Each client brings their intention, and I guide them to access embodied truths, to surface and feel and release trapped emotions, to rewrite the patterns and stories that hold them back. Every session is so different, it's difficult to imagine myself getting tired of this. I love this work and I love the people I have met through this work and I love how I have grown and evolved over the months I've trained in this work. I am opening at the pace that feels right and safe and comfortable rather than rushing somewhere. I am four months in, there is time and time and time before me. I am grateful for the handful of excellent conversations I had about this work last month which have helped me feel resourced to potentially start hundreds more here. I am glad for you to know more about me. |
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I am an addict. At the festival a priestess asked us to write our sins on a slip of paper, fold it up and place it in a spherical glass bowl. I wrote: I habitually overeat and undersleep and overscroll. I don't want you to know these things about me for various egoic reasons, but allowing myself to be seen and known has been wonderful medicine for me lately, so now you know. An addiction means that someone knows that the thing is harmful, but they do the thing anyway. I know. I know as I do...
On a recent neighborhood walk I noticed and appreciated what I looked at as though it were an art gallery and that got me thinking about how I can appreciate the details in my awareness in all moments and that got me thinking about the importance of paying attention to what I pay attention to. I continue to pull on the red Kabbalah string and its lessons continue to be comforting and clarifying and inspiring. There is an emphasis on noticing the tendency to unconsciously react and instead...
I have been really enjoying loving presence lately. I believe it is an underutilized and underappreciated orientation towards any situation in life, but especially those where there is resistance or discomfort. But what is loving presence? It is simply to be both loving and present with whatever is in front of you. It is not partial presence, distracted by a screen or thoughts of the past or the future. It is not partial love, insisting that someone needs to be different than how they are. If...