healing

The Perfect Moment.

I was waiting for the ‘perfect moment’.
That sweet place where four children where playing happily, without conflict, without needing me for long enough that I could share with you what I was burning to share.
And that moment never came.
TBH, I wasn’t expecting it to. But I kept it in the back of my mind, waiting, JIC it did come.
Cause yesterday, I was celebrating hard.
Not because any one big thing had happened.
There was no lotto win
no house bought
no fancy new car.
I didn’t have a new outfit, a new toy, a new client.
I didn’t have a new plant.
Or an earth shattering orgasm.
I wasn’t celebrating a ‘single’ thing.
I was celebrating a cumulative effect of many many increments.
Increments so small that at times I didn’t even notice them.
Increments so big they were sometimes immediately obvious.
I was celebrating all the ways I’d shown up for myself in a container of coaching and counselling with my coach Johanna Parker.
All the ways I’d grown, shifted, changed, emerged, stabilised, solidified, clarified.
I was celebrating ALL.THE.THINGS.
Except there were too many to list in the one session.
I cannot begin to express in this moment, this one post, all that I received from this work. It was layers and layers amidst a lifetime of relinquishing layers.
One thing I know for sure, for absolute sure – and I say this as a person who has had therapy for the past 15 years and worked with a different coach each year on something or other for the past 4 years – that you are absolutely safe. Held. Met, with all that you are and all that you bring to the container of work you’ll do with Jo.
All of it.
All of you.
Held. Safe. Seen. Acknowledged.
No matter how big, how small, how joyful, how ‘ugly’.
Posted by emm.mccann in Blog