Life is funny. For a while now...months and months...I have felt an inner urge to write my first blog. "Where do I begin? What do I even have to say?"...were questions that would often halt any creative and authentic musings to come forward. Having an infinite amount of stubborn patience - I am a Taurus, after all - and believing that my first blog would be (mostly) effortless, I've forced no premature words, and instead tried to keep up with the jumbled words and ideas fighting for me to unscramble them and get them down on paper. ![]() Last week, another surge of blog ideas found their way to me. "YES," I felt, "my first blog is near." It also became clear on which writing would take center stage and emerge first. Still, the timing wasn't right to write. This morning while enjoying my fatty coffee and good book ritual, reading Elizabeth Gilbert's words "done is better than good" was just the motivation and nudge I needed to write. Done is better than good. Done is better than good. Letting go of any expectations for this first blog, I will simply start AND finish. Done is better than good. So, here we are... The "letter to my infant" shared below came to me on a flight home after experiencing a weekend conference in Florida learning how to facilitate Guided Breathwork. In any great training, the best way to learn the skills of facilitation is to first experience receiving the skill as a willing participant. Whoa! As a participant, my entire Being was cracked wide open...
The beautiful, loving soul of my peer holding space for me as the guided breathwork practitioner was just what I needed. Her incredibly present and gentle way of being allowed the traumatized infant within me to express itself through the quiet release of tears and a trembling body that was out of my control. I knew not to judge my experience, and instead stay with it in presence, curiosity, and breath. I knew the trembling was simply held fear and trauma being released...finally. Finally! While there wasn't enough time to continue working with my little infant during the training weekend, enough care and attention was given to her and handed off to me to continue the process of working with her more on my own. It was on the plane ride home, that the "letter to my infant" was birthed. After crafting and reading this letter, I realized it was not only a letter to my infant, but to the infant that resides within each of us...
...This is for you. Be Who You Needed When You Were Younger ~ |
Jewell Arbour, MA
Jewell is a Holistic Psychotherapist, Life + Embodiment Coach, and Spiritual Guide. She inspires individuals to embrace their Fullest Authentic Expression - honoring their Truth and Unique Essence - Archives
November 2018
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