Sunday, March 19, 2017

Witness to our Suffering ...

I am thinking ... she is so much like me, I am on the other side of the table, being the therapist, and still see my reflection in her. She is grieving about roads not travelled, and the thorns in the current one, she rages against the cards given to her by life and hurts herself in the process...

But then I met 4 of them yesterday, and by the end of it all, they merged into a common subjectivity of suffering and their desire to end it all with death. Sometimes our stacked up grief from ages gone by, overflows, a little nudge, a little push and the glass walls holding it together, cracks ...

What I offered them was attention and a witness to their suffering. Something about having this witness is so healing... behind all this relaxing of body, harmonising breath, calming emotions, restructuring thoughts, finding support and discovering meaning... there is presence of a witness consciousness.

I often wish such a luxury for myself too :D




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