The purpose of this blog is to provide a holding, attuned, and provocative space for the mysteries of your heart to unfold. All of you is welcome here, in all of your glory - the painful, the joyous, the heartbroken, and the weary. The invitation is to see your entire life as an expression of high-voltage, creative guidance, and for you to offer yourself to the endless and infinite dimension of love that is emerging within and around you right now.
There’s a lot of talk about “integrating” or “healing”
traumatic experience which I believe has led to a lot of confusion.
It's important to re-envision words like “integration” and
“healing," as they have lost their relevance, aliveness, and magic.
Additionally, for many they have become further tools of shame, blame, and
self-attack, re-enactments of an early environment lacking in empathic
attunement. We must breathe life back into these ideas in an imaginative,
grounded, and creative way.
Often what is meant by “integrating” or “healing” trauma
(loosely defined here as experience characterized by unbearable or overwhelming
affect) is that one day we will “get over it,” “transcend” it, meditate or
"manifest" it away, or otherwise purge it from our
In my clinical experience (in sitting in the fire with many
courageous men and women with the most heartbreaking histories), this view of
trauma is in large part inaccurate, aggressive, misguided, and at times even
dangerous and violent. There are some things that happen to us that we will
never “get over” nor would this even be an appropriate goal or lens to use in
approaching the sacredness of the human temple.
Let us set aside any spirituality or “healing” which is
(unconsciously or subtly) rooted in self-abandonment, self-attack, and
self-hatred and replace it with slowness, empathy, and a grounded, relentless
compassion. We must re-enchant this entire area of inquiry with love.
But if what we mean by “integration” is discovering a place
inside us where we can hold and contain our experience, make sense of what
happened in new ways, and discover deeper meaning, then these concepts can come
alive again. Slowly, over time, guided by new levels of kindness, clear-seeing,
and multileveled awareness, we can begin to bear that which has been
unbearable, providing sanctuary and safe passage for the pieces of the broken
world to re-organize.
As we train ourselves to re-inhabit our bodies even in the
face of profoundly disturbing cognitions, feelings, and sensations, we can
begin to weave a more "integrated" narrative of our lives,
re-authoring the sacred story of who we are, our purpose here, and what is most
important to us. We can gather the pieces into a coherent whole and begin to
trust in the validity of our experience again.
The goal then is not some fixed state where we have
successfully purged an aspect of our self-experience from what we are, as if it
were some wretched foreign substance, but rather to find a larger home for it
within us. Slowly, we can allow what has become frozen and solidified to thaw
and become flexible. Ultimately, it is love that will soften the wounds of the
body and the heart, for they will never unwind in an environment of
self-aggression. It's just not safe or majestic enough there.
Over time, beyond merely holding and containing the sacred
wound, we are invited to practice intimacy with it, to come even closer than we
imagined possible to the lost children of the psyche and soma … discovering
that they have not come to harm, but only to return home, to resume their
instinctive place in the inner family.
In this way, perhaps we can salvage these concepts such as
"integration" and "healing," at least for today,
re-envisioning and re-enchanting them with the force of an uncompromising and
unapologetic compassion, soaked in the wisdom-essence of our true nature, as we
open into the mystery together.
Use your breath to direct attention into the center of
whatever feeling is arising. Send awareness inside your emotions and saturate
them with light. Surround whatever appears with your presence, as a parent
would cradle their shivering little one with a warm blanket.
For you are the parent to the orphans of the somatic world,
as they emerge out of the unseen requesting safe passage in the vastness, one
of love’s children on the journey of sacred return. Though their appearance can
be disturbing and intense, they come not to harm … but to know themselves in
form, as consciousness seeds matter with its qualities.
As you practice intimacy with the display of the embodied
world, naturally attune to the breath as it passes in and out of your lungs.
Take a moment to behold the miracle this truly is, to be given even one more
breath on this new day. The implications of this alone are enough to take you
to the ground and cut through the trance that something is missing.
As holy as the breath is, there is another substance
passing through you. It is ﬂowing in and out of the center of your heart, is
subtle, and is apprehended only through one of your nonordinary senses. It is
untamed, creative, and out of control, and keeps the stars from falling out of
the sky. It is the substance pure love.
Oxygenate your entire being with this sacred material, and
allow it to wash and nourish you. Breathe it into your cells and allow it to
recycle in the four directions. Be a vessel in which this substance can pour
into a world that has forgotten.
Please do whatever you can to help others, and never forget
that even one moment of empathic, attuned presence can change someone’s life
forever. Listen to them. Really, listen to them. Slow way way down and look
into their eyes. Hold them. Share your calm, regulated nervous system with
them. Dare to allow them to matter. Care for them and how they are making
meaning of their experience.
Never forget that they are an erupting miracle of presence.
Don’t forget. For we never know if we will have another chance.
To whatever degree we have not provided sanctuary for unmet
feelings of abandonment, loneliness, shame, and rage, we can count on our
partners, children, and close friends to continue to offer this opportunity to
us in a seemingly endless number of ways.
How painful. How excruciating. What grace.
It is outrageous what love will do to reach us… the
relentlessness of the symbols, signs, and guidance, shapeshifting and taking
unexpected forms in order to open a portal into wholeness.
A sunrise, a tree, an unknown longing that appears early in
the morning. The moon, a deer, the water, the clouds… the flow of emotion
within you. While these ones may appear as ordinary visitors on an ordinary day
on an ordinary star… look again. Listen. Feel. Taste. Touch. As they dance
their way into being, they pull back the veil so you can peer into the
infinite, astonished by what is happening behind the scenes. It is anything but
ordinary inside the crucible of your heart.
As we descend into the muddy earth and ascend into the
heavens, we reclaim our birthright as embodied, tender, vulnerable human
beings. Willing to fall apart, to be a mess, to not know how it will all turn
out, to forget and remember, and to return over and over again into the mind of
the beginner. Willing to participate fully in the chaotic glory and rare
opportunity that has been provided here, to bear witness to the activity of
love as it makes its way into form.
There are no experts and no masters on the path of love,
only her humble servants. Ever at the feet of the beloved as she pours her body
into the world of time and space… standing in awe at the miracle, at the
luminous play of dark and light, and the unfolding union of spirit and matter.
May we hold all mothers in our hearts today, beholding the
infinite forms that Mother will take in her journey to seed matter with her
darkness and her light. Though it may appear otherwise, she has never given up
on you, and never will. In this way, Mother is not only a person, but is the
activity of love itself.
Through the offering of her essence and womb, she becomes a
vessel through which life is made possible. By way of her form, the most
outrageous opportunity is given to make the embodied human journey in a world
where love is alive.
Whether or not you are able to thank mother for this
offering, you can thank life everywhere by no longer postponing your
participation here. By not waiting for another moment to remember what is most
important or to give yourself to a world that needs you now more than ever.
The great Mother is alive within you, weaving a field of
containment and holding for beings everywhere… as you slow down in the presence
of another, stay close to their heartbreak, take the risk of allowing them to
matter, and honor the way they are making meaning of their experience, even if
it does not conform to your beliefs and ways of perception…
… as you listen carefully to their stories and their joy
and their pain, speak kind words to them, and mirror back their wholeness and
majesty even when they have forgotten… and as you provide a sanctuary of
presence where they can come to rest from a long journey of becoming.
No matter your relationship with mom in the physical world,
you can connect with Mother now through an umbilical cord of pure light, for
the bond with her transcends time and space. Just beyond the veil, the heart of
the Mother and your little heart are one.
As the Tibetans believe, every being has at one time been
our Mother, and has shown us the most profound kindness, care, and compassion,
willing to give her life so that we may come into being. Let us remember this
kindness and return it to others in infinite ways.
May all Mother-beings everywhere receive an outpouring of
blessings on this day. May their hearts and their bodies be washed in grace,
and may they come to know directly, even for a moment, how loved they truly
Falling apart, holding it all together. Then falling apart,
then coming back together again. Cycles of clarity and confusion. Hopelessness
and hope. Heartbreak and bliss. As the seasons of the natural world unfold, so
do the creative and destructive aspects of love as it makes its way into
Inside the opposites it is relentlessly creative, but there
is no solid ground from which to orient. Some sort of death has occurred, and
we know that things cannot stay the same. Something is calling, reaching
back into the present from a future that is marinating in the womb of Now. But
what will be reborn from the ashes is not yet known.
Rather than scramble out of death and into rebirth
prematurely, stay in the fire. It is unknown here, naked and fresh, and
pregnant with essence. See that death does not need to be “healed” or
“transformed,” for it is outrageous, wild, and utterly pure on its own. Enter
inside the broken and discover the raw life that is found only here.
If you remain too identified with “falling apart,” you lose
contact with innate radiance, and become misattuned to the flow of embodied
experience as it is. You disconnect with the magic of presence, with the wisdom
of the earth, and the realization that nothing is wrong with you. You forget
that the darkness, when provided sanctuary, is brighter than a thousand suns.
But if you remain too identified with “holding it all
together,” you disconnect from natural vulnerability and the spontaneous
mystery as it appears, turning from the surging reality that things could fall
apart and reorganize at any moment. It is true that raw, tender heartbreak
could approach at any time, requesting safe passage inside you. But it is
through this broken aliveness that the poetry of your life will flow.
Right in the middle of “falling apart” and “holding it
together” is the secret place. Stay there. It is here where you will find the
rest you are longing for, the remedy to the exhaustion of becoming. It is here
where the light and the dark are in union, where integration and disintegration
emerge as one in love, and where lunar and solar weave together particles of
the sacred world.
When sitting with a friend in pain, it may not be the
moment to provide answers, but to hold them as you confront the vastness of the
question together. They are not a project to be solved, but a mystery of love
unfolding into form. At times, there is no apparent solution, but only raw,
naked life, as it erupts in a sensitive nervous system. Care for them, hold
their hand, make them some tea… walk with them into the fire of their immediate
experience, trusting in its validity and intelligence. They are vast and
The invitation is to stay in the complexity, the
contradictions, and the energy of the opposites, for it is alive here and
overflowing with a nonordinary wisdom. Dare to affirm with the earth as your
witness: Pain is not pathology. Confusion is not pathology. Heartbreak is not
pathology. Only path, this time appearing in a fierce and wrathful form. In
ways the mind may always struggle to understand, at times grace will appear as
darkness… but it is still grace nonetheless, come to re-order and seed meaning.
At these times, it is not usually answers that are most
helpful, or strategies, techniques, and teachings. Give them the gift of a
regulated, soothed nervous system, one that is not urgently scrambling for a
cure. For it is your presence that will relieve them of the burden that they
must transform, “get over it,” or “heal” in order for you to stay close.
Yes, something is attempting to break through, but just
what that is cannot be known in a field of urgency, which is very unsafe, for
it is not able to circle and provide sanctuary for the sensitivity, the
vulnerability, and the tender unfolding of a heart in pain.
Slowly accompany them as they return into their window of
tolerance. Contain the fire with the cooling rain of nonjudgmental, empathic
attunement. Once some calm has returned, listen carefully as they attempt to
make meaning of their experience, explore together the purpose of their
symptoms, and stay close as they attempt to make sense of their life. Construct
a crucible together in which the feelings, thoughts, and sensations can be held
and integrated, weaved into a larger vision of who they are and honoring what
is most important to them.
Within this sanctuary, which is alchemical by its nature,
even pain, hopelessness, and confusion are revealed to be harbingers of
integration, disguised messengers of soma and psyche who have come to herald
new life. As your perception is cleansed, the purity of these ones will
clarify, and their purpose will become known.
It is so alive in the forest today, the light losing and
finding itself: the yin, the moist, and the receptive, overflowing with Shakti
and the golden wet essence. It is ripe and the moon is here… the unseen ones
have gathered for an extraordinary meeting.
The honored guests are hidden members of the inner family:
the achy, confused, and vulnerable ones, and the one who is uncertain about
what is coming next. The one who has lost hope, unsure about why she is here,
unable to fit into a world that has become lost in the trance of becoming.
It is pregnant here and so open, but too wild and
imaginative to conform to your hopes, fears, and the way you thought it was all
going to turn out. Here the grand project of self-improvement has no meaning,
for the crucible is enchanted with love, no longer any possibility for the
perception of an “incomplete moment.”
Yes, it can seem the guests are obstacles along the way,
clouding your path and interfering with your longing for intimacy and
aliveness. But in one moment of embodiment and clear seeing, it is revealed
that the path is everywhere, and that the nature of any obstacle, when
metabolized in luminous awareness, is pure wisdom, none other than the direct
Something is being reorganized, but it’s not possible to
know who you will be on the other side. It’s just too unprecedented. The
activity of love is relentless, sending its high-voltage emissaries of
deflation, shakiness, and melancholy to reveal wholeness and the unfolding
reality of the natural great perfection.
Drop into the muddy earth by way of the descendent current
and into the sacredness and purity of matter. Here, the seemingly solid
dividing line between awareness and the forms which arise within it falls away
and dissolves into the holding of the stars.
Love will continue to appear in new and ever-creative
configurations, so that it may seed new forms in the majesty of the here and
now. And in the union of inner and outer nature, form and formless are revealed
to be one, of the same substance.
What you are is magic. Your heart is magic. Please don’t
forget what you are.
Photo: deep in the light-forest of Karnaistenkorpi, Finland
On the path of the heart you will never be asked to “get
rid of your story,” as if it were some defilement to cleansed perception. At
times you will wear it as an ornament and at other times you can set it down,
allowing it to rest from a long journey, picking it up again and playing with
its textures, colors, and fragrances, dancing in the contradictions as you open
into the mystery.
We human beings are storytellers. Go ahead, tell one. Then
listen carefully as the characters, plots, and settings share their wish to be
authored in more integrated forms. Practice intimacy with your story, touching
the beauty, the pain, the joy, and the heartbreak of your life as it has
unfolded over the months and years. Hold it close, but not so close that you
become engulfed and lose perspective. What you are is pure imagination, as the
great tantric master Willy Wonka reminds us.
What story are you telling? It is a kind one? Does it
represent the deepest truths you have discovered about your experience? It is
alive? Is it whole? Does it embrace you as you fall into the mystery? Is it
rooted in the actuality and raging creativity of the here and now, or is it a
remnant of an outdated there and then?
Hold your stories close and allow them to breathe and share
their soul. There’s no need to be afraid. You will not be tainted, or lose your
way, or fall from grace, or lose your “powerful” nondual realization. Come into
the playground of the relative world, with all its richness and color. You need
not fuse with it or become lost, but enter inside as a courageous archeologist
of the heart. Because you care about this place, about how you and your sisters
and brothers are making meaning of a crazy world, a world that has forgotten,
and fallen into trance.
Go ahead, get messy, get gooey, send your awareness into
the untidy, the chaotic, and into the muddy earth that is your glorious body
and imagination, for there is no greater temple. End the spirituality of
disembodiment and aggression, and dare to care for form as much as formlessness.
For it is equally sacred. Cradle the form in your arms as you would a newborn
baby, as it aches to come alive here and share its essence.
We’re all storytellers. This seems to be a unique
expression of being human, of interacting with our world and exploring its
meaning, its purpose, and its contours. We don’t know if a rose tells a story
about itself, or a deer, or the moon, or an owl. In any event, it’s nothing to
be embarrassed about or to think of as lesser than other modes of being and
Even your story is pure when met with eyes wide open, a
luminous and irreplaceable expression of the mystery that you are. What you are
is pure imagination.
When our embodied, subjective experience is empathically
held by another, our nervous systems down-regulate, our minds soften, our
hearts open, and we come into a primordial sort of rest.
While our true nature as open, luminous awareness is the
ultimate holding environment, as relational beings we are wired to rest within
a relational matrix. To enter into this field with another, woven and
constructed by the alchemical substances of presence and of space, is one of
the great mysteries of the play of formlessness and form.
As we dance in the contradictions of self- and other-
holding, we become a vessel through which the opposites of separation and union
can unfold here. While the mind will spin to resolve the mystery, it was placed
inside you by love itself, which by its nature is unresolvable, untamable,
outrageous, and wild.
Never forget the transformative power of just one moment of
pure kindness and what it can do in a person’s life … that person including
yourself. It is wide awake, in perfect balance, and is the activity of
It is so natural to long for deep relationship with
another, a fellow traveler with whom to explore the mysteries of intimacy.
Someone with whom you can walk into the uncharted lands of the heart, unsure
where the journey will lead but pulled by the call to union.
“I want to share the burning,” you cry out! The tenderness,
the joy, and the aliveness of what it means to enter into partnership with the
holy other. To no longer hold back, to give everything to remove the remaining
shreds of separation, and no longer postpone what you know is possible. This
yearning is pure and can be honored for its authenticity and power.
In response to this primordial call, the “other” appears.
Sadness rushes onto the scene: “But when will you practice intimacy with me?”
Loneliness is next, pleading for a moment of your undistracted attention.
Anger, despair, grief, self-loathing, jealousy, fear, and shame: “Us too!
Please do not abandon us, and turn away for some projected lover! We are here
and long to share our essence. Your prayer for true intimacy has been
Um … okay, but this is not what you expected. This response
simply does not conform to your fantasies of the way you thought it would be.
Where is the soul mate? The twin flame? The “good other” come to remove the
existential flatness, the unbearable loneliness, the penetrating emptiness, and
to confirm who it is you think you are.
Out of your genuine yearning, the ancient companions will always respond, as an embodied confrontation with the unconscious is required
in order to realize intimate union. The lost soul pieces come not as enemies
but as true, faithful lovers, seeking just one moment of your presence,
attunement, and the light of your holding. While they remember being rejected
in the past, they come nonetheless, never losing faith in the undivided
condition of your true nature.
As you go deeper, you will encounter a profound truth along
the way: you will never be able to be more intimate with another than you are
with the unwanted lovers within. If you have not provided shelter for the unmet
within you, how will you ever contain the wholeness that is the beloved?
Dear friends, thank you for your notes regarding my 2017
schedule. At this time, the only public event this year will be a five-day
retreat in July with my friend Jeff Foster at Sunrise Ranch in Loveland, Colorado.
We do expect the retreat to sell out (it's about 75% full
currently) and will take reservations in the order they are received. Learn more about the retreat here.
We look forward to spending this time with everyone in the
mountains in July!
While the work of integration and encoding new circuitry is
not easy, and requires just about everything we have, there is hope. While it
can seem like moving a mountain, the pathways are open, translucent, and not as
solid as they appear. In their own way, they long to be reorganized into more
integrated and cohesive forms. They are hopeful that they will be restructured.
I do not speak all that often about hope, as I am a great
fan of hopelessness as a wrathful and transformative companion on the path. There
is magic inside hopelessness but the art of mining that gold has been lost in
our modern world. You can still find it, it is buried inside your heart.
It is not some disembodied, theoretical, philosophical hope
that is offered here. It is embodied, untamed, creative, and alive. It is not a
hope that things will always turn out the way we want them to, or that love
will always conform to our hopes and fears, or some surety that our most
cherished dreams will not be shattered. It is much more radical than that.
It is a hope that is a wild sort of confidence in your true
nature, which has never been unhealed. It is the kind of hope that you stand on
the rooftop, shout out in the four directions, and embody with the sun, the
moon, and the stars as your witness.
It is the hope of wholeness, and the utter workability and
sacredness of your emotions, your feelings, and the temple that is your own
body. It is the hope that your vulnerability, your tender heart, and your ripe
being is a gift here, without which the planets may fall out of orbit.
It is the kind of hope that is not passive, but is the
material of revolution.
It is inevitable at times that the rug will be pulled out
from underneath us, and we will come face to face with the naked, tender,
glory, and mess of what it means to be an alive, sensitive human being. Things
will fall apart, old dreams will die, relationships will end, and the allies of
deflation and disappointment will dance in our hearts. Before we spin into the
trance of shame, blame, unworthiness, and defeat, let us turn into the
brokenness where the particles of aliveness await.
It is tempting to become convinced that something has gone
wrong, that we have failed, this time as a good spiritual person. “Spiritual”
people don’t experience anxiety, depression, rage, jealousy, fear, and
hopelessness … right? What about staying the now? Stuffing the rage and
forgiving everyone before you’ve digested the deep pain that was caused?
Accepting and loving everything that appears without first confronting the
heartbreak? Repressing the grief and replacing it with a consistent flowing
gratitude for all that is. Clearly something has gone wrong … hasn't it?
Inside the deflation is a hidden truth that the path of the
heart is not oriented in how we can manufacture a life where this does not
happen, where we can remain safe and untouchable on the sidelines, in some transcended
(dissociated?) state … for periodic eruptions of the beloved and her unknown
emissaries is wired into this particular star. The rippling encounter with the
tender and the groundlessness is not an indication that something is wrong with
you, but is high-voltage evidence that you are alive. For this disenchantment
is the prima materia that he or she has to reach you. These are no ordinary
moments. This world needs alive women and men, now more than ever. Please stay
Rather, the question during these times is: are you going
to use these reorganizing and shattering experiences as vehicles though which
to befriend yourself, to attune to the unprecedented flow of feeling with you,
and to weave a sanctuary for the wisdom-pieces of the broken world to be held
and illuminated? Or, will you fall back into your habitual, conditioned
history, attack yourself, your tenderness, and your sacred vulnerability,
spinning into the habitual fight-flight urgency of shame, blame, resentment,
It is not pleasant when the rug is pulled out and old
dreams collapse, as this activity seeds the experiential field with the
radical, fierce envoys of deflation and disappointment, who are here to
reorganize, not to maintain the status quo. But it was never the status quo
that you were after any way. You’re just too wild for all that.
Seen with an open heart and perception that is cleansed,
you will apprehend this reorganization as a wrathful form of grace, filled with
a light that is only found in the core of the dark—preparing, marinating, and
opening you into something beyond what you’re currently able to imagine …
arranging the particles so that the mystery of what you are may fully come
Co-emerging with a disturbing emotion or feeling-state is
an invitation into the center, into the alchemical middle territory between the
opposites of repression and fusion.
While the ways of self-abandonment are infinite, the most
reliable is to disembody and begin thinking, to shift our awareness out of the
surging, pregnant aliveness in the belly and the heart, and back into the
numbing flatness of the conditioned storyline. It is believed to be safer here,
more sure, and more certain, but there is nothing safe about
Yes, the voices can be relentless - sticky, loud,
seductive, and claustrophobic. "Something is wrong." "You are
not enough." "You have failed." "You must escape."
"There is a horrible problem here that must urgently be handled."
"You must improve yourself... and quickly."
These are the voices of the orphaned one who is longing to
finally be seen, to be met, to be heard, to be felt. Spinning and scrambling to
make sense of a misattuned world, she will do what she must to reach you. She
wants you out of the fire and back into safety for this is all she knows, an
earlier version of you without the capacity to turn into the somatic aliveness
and offer the healing rains of loving presence. She is trying to care for you
in the only ways she knows... but a new level of care is erupting underneath
When you find yourself pulled into the extremes of denying
or repressing what has come, on the one hand, or fusing with it on the other,
fueling the ancient story that something is wrong with you... the invitation is
into slowness, into rest, into a primordial sort of opening into the middle.
Nothing need be understood, shifted, transformed, or healed... for now.
The invitation is into holding, not healing.... for it is
from the ground of this embodied, intimate, naked embrace with what you are
that all healing will organically emerge.
I am often asked about this or that technique, powerful new
method, or approach: does it work, should I try it, will it help to transform
limited beliefs, deeply embedded trauma, unbearable emotions? Will it eliminate
my vulnerability, increase my sense of self-worth, relieve the despair, soothe
In my experience, techniques do not heal. Relationship
As nearly all of our somatic and emotional wounding arose
in interpersonal contexts, it is best unwound, untangled, and metabolized
within an attuned, empathic, relational container. This container is
nonordinary, alchemical, and sacred, and weaved of strands of the heart.
The “technique” that the therapist, coach, practitioner, or
counselor employs is much less important. There is nothing wrong of course with
learning new techniques, but there is no activity that is more creative, wild,
and revolutionary than attunement, presence, and love. These are not
techniques, but are aspects of your true nature, luminous and longing to erupt
and come alive here. They are already wired into the fabric and substance of
what you are, uncaused and unproduced, and await recognition.
What you are is infinitely more powerful than any
technique. You are the technique … each time you listen deeply, look at another
with love in your eyes, speak words of kindness, allow them to matter to you,
nourish and hold their experience, and attune to their inner world as it is …
… allow yourself to care about how they are making meaning
of their lives, making sense of a crazy world; as you dare to see them not as
an “object” arising in your experience—who might or might not be able to meet
your needs or confirm your hopes and fears—but as an outrageously unique
“subject” in their own right. And as you mirror back essence, offering cosmic
permission for the ultimate discovery that who and what they are was never
Based on their theoretical lens, different approaches will
look to intervene at different levels of the spectrum, i.e. cognitive,
affective, somatic, and behavioral. Each practitioner is going to have their
bias. But when it’s all said and done, developmental trauma and other wounding
arising out of an environment lacking in holding, mirroring, and empathic
attunement is reorganized within an intersubjective field. Research in
interpersonal neurobiology* has consistently shown us that neural circuitry is
re-encoded within the context of such relational attunement.
While it is natural to become enamored with the latest
“powerful” method, technique, and newly discovered strategy to catalyze
healing, we can easily lose the forest for the trees, and forget that it is
love that heals. Love is not a technique. What this “love” is must be uncovered
within your own embodied field of presence, and inside the cells of your heart.
It is unprecedented, unique, and relentlessly creative … just like you.
Your heart is not a technique. And love is the ultimate
*see the work of Schore, Siegel, Badenoch, Porges,
Cozolino, van der Kolk and others in the Norton Series.