Walking with Eggshells I am consistently struck by the leap of faith—the courage—it takes to be a client working on healing from trauma. My clients reveal things to me that are precious, raw, sometimes spoken in my office for the first time after a lifetime of silence. That part of working with clients feels…Read more »
Author: Meredith Broome
Listening
I am in the process of spewing a torrent of navel-gazing thoughts when I feel a calm, still space in front of me. It is similar to sensing a pair of eyes on you and turning to see a bird watching, calmly perched, unruffled and uninterested in whether or not you see it. I slow…Read more »
It takes a village to harm a child
My mother is sitting across from me warming her hands with a cup of tea when she blurts out, “why do you think it is that my mother and I both married child molesters?” She searches my face as though she is searching for the right wire to clip before another bomb goes off in…Read more »
i am undergrounded
It came to me last week, lying on the table during a cranio-sacral session, a feeling kept locked in my chest for years by a constant contraction in my body. All of my muscles have been complicit in holding this belief in its hiding place. When I finally relaxed to let it surface, this is…Read more »