Hakomi Level II

Fern Fiddlehead

I went to Hawaii for my fortieth birthday. I wanted to be somewhere beautiful, and warm, with my family, but able to be on my own part of the time, too. I was seeing beach. I was seeing myself meditating.

I found it all — we went to Hawaii and I spent time on the beach, my sandy kids crawling all over me, and I drove into the lush mountains and spent the day with two dear dharma teachers, sitting, walking, eating, listening. Looking to the far sea below.

That was the trip when I realized that I wanted to be a Hakomi therapist. I just knew it — I don’t remember what prefaced it, what ruminations or events precipitated that exact moment of decision. I just remember sitting on the big floral bedspread in the one bedroom in our little condo while the idea shot through me.

I want to be a Hakomi therapist.

I immediately went into some sort of super student mode and began Googling like mad. What universities could I attend? What programs did they have? What was required by Washington state in order to practice? I actually sat in a room in Hawaii and called universities in Seattle to ask about their programs. I came home. I received packets. I filled things out. I went to orientations.

And then I remembered that I wanted to be a Hakomi therapist.

I am sure that my therapist had mentioned the Personhood Series to me before, but that information came crashing back into my consciousness, and I thought, “Okay, I will start taking Hakomi workshops in the fall.” I had been a client of hers for about two years — experiencing how Hakomi worked, intuiting it — but I hadn’t wanted to look behind the scenes. Yet.

But then I did. So, I planned to take the classes in the fall and then maybe start school and pursue my licensed mental health counseling (LMHC) degree but how would I do both? And what about the kids? And homeschooling? And money? And?

And then I remembered that I wanted to be a Hakomi therapist.

So I started taking the Personhood workshops in March 2010. One month after my birthday. And I visited schools, and I filled out forms, and I kept taking the Personhood workshops, and eventually I realized that what I would do right now would be Hakomi. And that I would know when the time came whether I wanted to also become a LMHC.

{I don’t need a LMHC degree to legally practice as a Hakomi therapist so pursuing it would be a question of my own interest and whatever vision of my practice I have.}

It was very Hakomi of me, I realize now, to choose something simple, to follow the original spark, what was most alive, and to trust where it might lead and that the next steps would become clear in time.

I finished the Personhood series one year, almost to the day, after my fortieth birthday.

Along with the Personhood series, I took Deepening Skills workshops — two days in which graduates of Level II, along with practicing Hakomi therapists, are able to do sessions with volunteer clients in the presence of a coach. Four sessions a day, two days in a row. That’s a lot of Hakomi.

Osmosis.

I also joined two practice groups this summer.

I had became part of a community — our teachers, teachers-in-training, therapists, therapists-in-training, clients. People practicing.

And I cajoled and reminded and asked, “Will there be Level II offered this year?” {It has historically not been offered every year.}

And there was. There was a Level II.

There is.

I am in it.

Level II is five four-day modules over the course of nine months, plus twice-monthly practice groups. Plus lots of reading.

Our first module was last month. Finally, the day it seems like I’ve been waiting for… planning for… the day that led me to it, that I pursued. No grand plan but a limitless longing.

I want Hakomi. I want Hakomi in my life, and I may become a Hakomi therapist. Sometimes I think I’m going to work with new mothers, new families, as a doula or in group settings. I may or may not have a private practice.

And in the meantime, I already have a practice: my life.

I remember a day not so long ago I could not even imagine being in the therapist role. Not at all. I was in awe of people who did it, of how it was such a beautiful process, of how magic seemed to happen. I could not see me in the flow of that magic at all.

And I realized, just the other day, that I can see it now. Just an inkling… I will be able to give to people. I will be able to be with people, completely and fully. That I myself am the magic of healing and humanity.

I am becoming a Hakomi therapist. Right now, right here. From the inside out.

 

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Clearing
by Morgan Farley

I am clearing a space
here, where the trees stand back
I am making a circle so open
the moon will fall in love
and stroke these grasses with her silver
I am setting stones in the four directions
stones that have called my name
from mountaintops and river beds,
canyons and mesas
Here I will stand with my hands empty
mind empty under the moon
And if something
takes my life, if a sudden wind
sweeps through me, changing everything
I will not resist
I am ready for whatever comes
But I think it will be
something small, an animal
padding out from the shadows
on delicate paws, or a word
spoken so softly I hear it inside
There is a way to live
that makes the angels cry out in rapture.
There is
a way to live that makes each cell a star.
Come stand with me here, it is
cold, I know, and silent,
nothing is happening
the next breath, and the next,
is the new life

 

 

September Goodies

The Goodies…

Anything from Rachel, but this for sure: kin

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A new-to-me blog, enjoying each moment of it:

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Capturing the everyday:

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        Top referring sites

        Taking Time
        gentle mothering, gentle living

        Plot 55
        My friend Debbie’s site — full of love, art, and thoughtfulness!

        6512 and Growing
        Growing children, chickens, bees and a large garden at 6512 feet

        Bohemian Twilight
        art, astrology, authentic living; written by Mon from Holistic Mama

        And more from Fearless Saoirse, Twig and Toadstool, and natural parenting center.

        Thank you!

        Biography

        I grew up in a town.

        On an island, in Alaska.

        The town was all there was, beside mountain and stream, beach and bear.

        There were people, eight thousand of them, so no, I didn’t know everyone.

        But standing on the spine of the world, where land and water meet, my back the mountain, my face the sea, what else could I do — but burrow into forest? What else but to face the scattered reflection of myself across the glitter sea?

        What else, but to be small? And big.

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