As the late Whitney Houston said, “Will you stay, or will you run away?”

Pasting the stories from social media as a blog post to remind me of these wonderful realisations. I am eternally grateful.

#1

One of the biggest learnings from this week’s craniosacral therapy workshop is when we were reminded: “As healing practitioners, the tendency might be to focus on sickness. It is easy to pinpoint sickness on the body, what is ‘wrong’ with someone.

Seldom people recognise health. There is a lot of ‘right’ in the body.

That is what we need to do as cst practitioners: To recognise health and provide space for its fuller expression.”

Same goes with beauty.

And I fell in Love with it all over again.

#2

Another major learning for me during this week’s craniosacral therapy workshop is about staying, about presence, about trust, about being with both our feminine and masculine sides.

Things come up during sessions. Some are traumatic, strong, and unsettling, especially for the clients.

As practitioner, there is a good chance that you would feel/see/know it, too; sending a shiver down the spine and all over, often triggering your own unresolved issues.

How are you in the face of such intense adversities? Can you allow whatever it is that wants to be expressed, or would you be caught up in your own stories? Can you trust, not knowing what the next moment would bring?

Can you stay present and be at peace with it, or would you step back out of fear of such intensity? Can you remain committed to the intention to provide a proper space, not too close and not too wide?

Gentle and, at the same time, firm, or even bold; totally grounded to the earth below you, and one with the (long) tide. All the time, loving. A truthful witness to the health that is unfolding before you.

Can you, in these magical moments, simply stay, with what is?

#3

Do you remember how it feels to be home?

I thought I did. Then I received a craniosacral therapy (CST) treatment from my teacher Leonid Soboleff. It reminded me of home and even reinforced my understanding of it.

Learned CST practitioners such as Leonid can take what seems to be a regular CST session to another level. They provide a perfect space and witness what is happening in details; allowing whatever needs to happen happens. The client feel heard, free to process whatever is needed.

The first word that came up for me during the session was home. I am home. The space was vast and potent. I felt heard, held, resourced, and relaxed.

The relaxation that happens when you bury yourself in the couch at home; when you give yourself fully to leaning; when you surrender to the arms of the beloved.

I had forgotten about this expansive, compassionate, neutral, potent space, and I was reminded then. It is home. There is no better word for it.

From then on, healing happened: the lingering discomfort in my knees and hips; the strong recent and not-so-recent experiences; and the willing bonds with loved ones and how they affect me physically and as a person.

All being processed during the session. All happening within that expansive, compassionate space. I laid there witnessing, much like being curiously engrossed while watching a wonderful, exciting film.

And more. To me, mindful sessions such as those of CST serve as reminders of how I can be in everyday life, who I truly am.

The vast space is interior. I can be that vast and relaxed inside, whenever, wherever, and however. i can be witness to myself and others, again, whenever, wherever, and however.

I can potentially, as human being, be that compassionate, present, and attentive at each moment. When we are that, imagine the possibilities. Imagine how it feels to be with that person and to be that person.

There are several things that I intentionally immerse myself into. Craniosacral therapy is but one. Each of these activities is a school for me. Or rather, different subjects of the same school. That is, the school on how to be human. To be at home in my own body in whichever condition we may find ourselves during this lifetime.

Last picture: Desa Bali Aga, Pegringsingan. Living home to a pre-hindu Bali culture.

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