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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