“…I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should…Read more »
Author: Meredith Broome
Walking with Eggshells
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 »
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 »