I’m hanging out on Renee’s squishy brown couch, in between sessions, leaning to the left so I have better access to the butter crackers she ‘s offering. I’m nodding, as I reach, agreeing with her, trying to remain focused as I incline toward the food, I tilt precariously to the side, close to capsizing. Renee grabs me, hands me the cracker and laughs. I laugh back and realize this life that I am living may never ever get any better than this funny moment. I ask her to pass me another cracker.
Renee and I do some tricky work together. We meet with quite a few people who are significantly suffering in mind body and spirit. Some of them have been stuck in such serious behavioral holding patterns that they are completely lost. Like Hansel and Gretel, their paths have led them into deep dark forests where the mind whirls, the body aches and their true selves appear to be non-existent.
Renee and I bear witness to that pain, and gently invite a change in direction, a way to manage the seemingly impassable resistance, and begin the process of healing by connecting to the disconnected and cultivating an inner awareness of Self. We call it Yoga Psychotherapeutics and it is humbling to facilitate such awesome transformation. Slowly, surely and without ego, customers humbly surrender to the vast unknown as a path to unsurpassed happiness; that tender, soft, succulent place, at the center of the heart where divine essence bridges and freedom, over time, can be attained.
Darkness to light, the journey of a lifetime. Renee passes me one more cracker and smiles.