‘...the real relationship doesn’t depend on words…it depends on the capacity to be with.’ ~ Dr Gabor Mate.
When people find out that I offer sessions for people who are non-verbal or speak a different language to me they are often curious and have asked, ‘How does therapy work if you can’t speak the same language?
It’s such a valid question to ask and reveals so much about how we perceive communication. I think in many ways what helps the therapy to work so deeply is that we don’t need words. In fact, sometimes I find that words can get in the way of what we are trying to express.
The therapeutic relationship we build, as with many relationships, doesn’t depend on words, it depends on the capacity to really be, and be with a person.
Do you ever find yourself waking up earlier in the morning than you need to? Does it feel like a fear or some kind of anxiety about the day ahead? This happened to me the other day and instead of trying to encourage and coax myself back to sleep and even though it was freezing, I felt drawn by an inclination whisper me up and out of bed. I fumbled my way down the stairs as quietly as I could and made my way to the wood burner to start a fire. Soon I was watching the flames from the kindling lick at the unburnt logs of wood, tempting them to turn to light. Beautiful. Mesmerizing. I noticed myself anticipating that moment where the heat suddenly commits and by some kind of miracle ignites the logs as they catch fire. The room brightens and immediately I felt the warmth tangibly radiating on my face. I smiled and felt grateful.
I wondered, what if this waking was not anxiety about the day ahead at all? What if it was inspiration that was bubbling inside me that I had misinterpreted into anxiety? What if it was nature’s way of giving me more time to prepare myself for the challenges that lay ahead and to open myself up to receiving the miracles and wonder that lay before me. It reminded me of a beautiful quote by Rumi.
“THE MORNING BREEZE HAS SECRETS TO TELL YOU…
for a brief moment i took a breathe moment,stepped inside the outside,leaving humming screens and silent screams behind.the air cooled+nighttime seemed a safer place to be...
No need for understanding standing under stars, bearing wounded scars,scarring beared wounds.gentle light is the moon's.
Shedding light on a familiar sense of unknown knowing,unshown showing,ungrown growing,unsewn sewing.
I feel a smile appear on my face,at an uneasy pace, hesitating...contemplating,deliberating.
So so much beauty to explore,sometimes we find it in less when we thought we'd find it in more, perhaps thats what d'lightful mysteries are for...
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