#hakomi

[tonymsela]

Ni bidii, ubunifu, kujituma waganga wataanza kusema ooo sijui ni illuminati mara uchawi. #Hakomi https://www.instagram.com/p/By-35BCJewM/?igshid=1fcxu9rbwd609

[bethlukas]

Morning Demon: Escapism. #watercolor #gold #golden #feather #blue #alcoholink #arthelps #arttherapy #hakomi #calming #artoftheday #onehundreddemons #

[bethlukas]

Morning Demon: Daydreaming. #onehundreddemons #watercolor #ink #inkdrawing #hakomi #arttherapy #arthelps

[bethlukas]

Ok, on to the "real" work of the day. This is a preliminary sketch for a digital painting. I'd love to do this big in oil at some point when I have an oil-friendly studio to work in. #dreams , right? 😄👍 #sketchbook #arttherapy #drawing #calming #nourishedlife #chill #hakomi #hygge #instaartist #instaart #preliminary (at West Seattle, Seattle)

[meaningsofhappiness]

The body, in turn, can become part of the elaborate system of defenses that the psyche raises to protect itself from the raw stuff of life. Character is armor and the body is the first line of defense.

Ron Kurtz and Hector Prestera, The body reveals (http://hakomi.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/The-Body-Reveals.pdf)

[scoutology]

Has anyone gone through hakomi therapy before? I was suggested emdr but I think that would be too much...

[fromthehealingwell]

Realising mind and body-soul split and reconnecting

2 stories of mind split and reconnecting with body-soul. Exploring ways of reconnection. What it might mean.

Dancing Deeper:

I went into the dance space as I might normally enter these things, in early days and still somewhat now.

My mind-self and thought-triggers were around the rush and stress getting here and letting that go, wondering if I will fit in and be able to join in with other’s here? Then looking around and taking in the space.  and appreciating the intention here. 

The music starts. I spend some time trying to find the dance in me. I move this way or that, maybe trying differnt things. Standard questions may arise: Do I look stupid? Do I look awesome? Am I having fun? (beleive me I laugh as i write this. it is so me, and so human).

Maybe my dance comes and flows (which really means I am  in the moment... an overused term to be sure). Or maybe I am still working at it. Maybe I am deciding to play and not care. Maybe I am wondering if I should follow my inner instinct to move in exactly my way, no matter how it looks. No matter how dramatic or revealing: To move from the inside.

Often I do do this. I am brave and determined, if fearful at first. And when that path of instinct appears no other one matters as much. I commit to opening to what I am in the momement, what arises.

And often I am very surpirsed.

When I had arrived I was noicing my driving stress and anxiety around group. Earlier that day or week I may have been thinking about work issues, friends, daydreams, past hurts, life choices, money, etc. All standard I suspect. This is who I think I am. My thoughts and dreams.

At some point though the dance becomes real., movements authentic and actual.

And what arises is truer and deeper than most of my daily life, esp in earlier days. It is my soul. Sometimes it it wounded and needs deep healing.

 I can do that in the dance.

Sometimes it is a profound place of knowing my own grace. Not aesthetic, but inner grace. 

sometimes it is my wild healthy sexulaity.

Sometimes it is encountering myself. A dance home. the most real of real. 

it is a truer place of being, and relating. Both above and below the world of thinking but not with in.

For the longest time I was surprised afterwards at how I really felt was not how I’d thought I’d felt. And how I was really feeling I was barely aware of.

This is changing over the years  of deepening into dance and movement and self.

I welcome us all to a moment of astonishment as we glimpse and experience our true selves.

Christmas Fight:

A fight, very unexpected -at Christmas. Which is still sad in itself.

After which I left and walked, which is one of my usual medicines.

 Walking and journalling. 

For stress, descisions, general well being.

I walked and was returning to the house. It was nighttime and i was chilly.

My mind cleared- somewhat. My adrenalin dropped- somewhat. I seemed to myself calm and clear, read to go in.

However as I crossed the porch towards the front door my body shook a little. 

IT needed to cry.

 still in shock. 

Tears and a little shaking. 

I allowed them. They moved through me quickly and I went in to go journal and to care for this body-soul of mine, that I don’t always recognise as me.

***

So, my current excitement is exploring these connections... in an intuitive experiential level and a neuro-psychological perspective. As a human and a massage therapist body worker.

[embodyblog]

So. Hakomi.

Was amazing.

The class was technically called "Introduction to Hakomi for Bodyworkers: Building Bridges." It was just a weekend-long CEU, but I had a pretty profound experience with it. In short, I remember thinking, "I always dreamed that bodywork could feel like this, but it never has until now."

Hakomi is actually a psychotherapy modality. You can't technically call yourself a practitioner of Hakomi Therapy unless you're a licensed psychotherapist. But the "Hakomi for Bodyworkers" training was developed by someone at the Hakomi Institute who was originally trained as a bodyworker herself, and it's designed to take some of the principles of Hakomi talk therapy and apply them in a massage context in ways that still stay within a massage therapist's scope of practice.

The most succinct way I can explain it is that it involves touching somebody's body while talking with them about what they're feeling. It sounds very simple but, in practice, it was incredibly profound. (And incredibly intimate. Moreso than I was expecting. I had to go home and do a little bit of processing afterwards because I wasn't prepared to be so moved or to feel so personally connected to the person who was working on me.) 

The combination of being witnessed and engaged with both somatically and cognitively at the same time, and of having someone help me draw connections between those two parts of myself, left me feeling more embodied than I have in a long time. You'd think six months of massage school would do that for me, and it certainly has…but still not as effectively as two days of Hakomi touch. 

In short: I'm impressed. I want to know more.