Working with the recovery community
In conversation we find communion and reunion. This is where true healing happens. When we gather.
As we sit together and share our stories - and the stories within our stories and those of our ancestors, we can, when the time is right, start to understand and make meaning of our life experiences and our childhood. We need to feel safely held and heard so that we can process the stuff that is life. To start to make meaning from our lives and our chattering minds.
I am enjoying working with people in recovery. Actually that is an understatement. It transcends enjoyment. Something that feels really important. Intensely visceral. Very, very beautiful. My heart is filled up. Broken open. Emptied. Jumping out of its own safe, holding space and reaching out to another. To sit with another's pain is humbling. To be open to walking with each other is a gift.
It is about having sacred conversations. Being met. Being heard. In our shared humanity. Embracing and saying yes to it all. The whole spectrum.
The people I am meeting are authentic, weathered, inspiring, talented and full of empathy and the wisdom that comes from the raw and often brutal lived experience of being in a world that is not working on so many levels. We need to hear each other's voices and just stop, for a while, and be fully present with whatever is arising. Active and embodied listening without too many time constraints so that we can commune together and simply be.
Humanity is in need of this kind of reunion right now. This beingness. Up close. Personal. One to one or one to few. Intimate, raw conversations with any judgements politely bracketed or ignored. Deep bow.