Moving through discomfort.

October 2, 2016

This morning I went totally out of my comfort zone and attended a creative movement workshop. When ever movement has come up in my training or teaching it usually goes a little something like this… my mind goes blank, I freeze like a deer in the headlights and I am stuck, can’t move, can’t speak and my mind is going a million miles an hour of how stupid I feel – even though I have every intention of being involved.
It makes no sense to go and do a workshop that will challenge me in such a way but boy I am so glad I did. I spend so much of my time holding space for others it was just fabulous to step in and allow the process unfold no matter what was going to be revealed. A safe space was created and it was refreshing to be a participant, emerse myself in the comfort, discomfort, challenge, reflection, witnessing and breakthrough.

So many wonderful things happened this morning and I am so glad I took the chance to be involved. I loved the space to breathe, to connect to myself, to be in creative process, to witness and learn from others and be witnessed but most of all stepping through the discomfort, letting the barriers down and moving beyond words into something else – time will tell how this plays out but I know it was a valuable time to express through breath, movement, connection, ritual, art and poetry. The world didn’t come crashing in, rather an expansion into the future, I can’t believe I am saying this but I can’t wait til the next one.