The Liminal Space

Happy harvest and merry Thanksgiving : @acupofwinterfall

Today is World Mental Health Day. I'm hoping you can find a few moments to tend to your mental wellbeing today!

September 30 is a national day set aside to honour the Indigenous lives lost in residential schools and at the hands of government sanctioned, colonial violence. It is a day to listen to survivors. I'm in collective mourning for the ongoing abuses suffered by our Indigenous communities following the latest disturbing news of the deceased teen found in his group home in Abbotsford and Joyce Echaquan who filmed herself dying in the hospital in Quebec as racist and disparaging comments were made about her by health care staff. Learning to understand my responsibility as a colonizer on unceeded Indigenous land is important to me. Listening and learning how to dismantle racist systems aimed at the continued oppression of Indigenous communities is the work of the colonizer. Artwork by Loretta Gould

It's been a month since I last posted on here. I've taken the time and space to listen, learn, and continue the deep work of integration. It feels like a good time to start posting again, so I thought I'd start with an introduction. Firstly, welcome and thank you so much for being here! It is a privilege to share this space with you. A few things about myself: my undergraduate degree was in psychology and counselling and I recently graduated with my masters of counselli...ng. I'm so thrilled to be in private practice at my dream clinic Re.Pose Therapy. In my practice I lean heavily on somatic therapy models and integrate states of nervous system responses to trauma and processing. Some of my favourite therapists to learn from include: Pat Ogden, Peter Levine, Virginia Satir, Bessel van der Kolk, and Francoise Bourzat. Feel free to pop me a line!

new threat // old threat. My nervous system was on overdrive today. Routine post-cancer follow up scans looked differently today. Marks on the ground indicating where to stand, spaced out chairs in the waiting room, and masked faces. I really noticed the impact of hidden faces had on me. No smiles or friendly faces and I too, hidden behind cloth. Old fears resurfaced but for the first time in three years I anticipated them. It's like the veil between this world and the... spirit world becomes a bit thinner and I was reminded about all the gifts that I live for and the fears of losing it all. This time when the tears came, as they always do, I didn't try to force myself to experience the moment as anything other than it was. I had my yoga teacher's voice (@reposetherapycarolyn ) saying, "..and can it be okay?" It is okay that these are hard days for me. It is okay that I carry fear with me. It is okay that I still cry about having had cancer. It is okay that I'm still learning what it means to carry that experience with me. It is all okay. See more