I’m here,to give you massage and help you make it through the world/day.

I have been thinking a lot about what it means to heal. This thought is an almost daily occurrence for me, but I am still left searching for the how to. I don’t think it is a one time thing to heal, but rather an over and over, again and again.

What does it look like to heal in community? How can I heal myself? How do I show up in my work to help others heal?

Spoiler, I have no answers. I just have reflections for myself. I do think we can share our stories and struggles with people we trust, people we love, people who care about us, and people who love us.

I consistently have to remind myself to listen when someone is sharing, even if it is hard to hear or I am anxious, or I am trying to craft a response where none is really needed. I have to remind myself often, because I often will default to something else before I am even aware.

I also have to keep coming back to the practice of listening as I tend to jump in or speed ahead with questions. What does it feel like to be still in my body, and mind, and listen to the story being told? The good news is I have the opportunity to sit down and practice multiple times a day. I also keep coming back to practice.

Perhaps we can explore our own stories as a way to heal. Maybe it is writing, singing,, movement, quiet reflection, tears, music, really loud music, creating, breaking stuff, or a combo. Whatever works.

To be continued…

xo catie

This is where I sit when I am writing to you. Why are there two mouse pads? I wish I could tell you. The breeze is nice while I type,

I can also yell out the window at cars to slow down, because this is a neighborhood with cats and kids, but I DO NOT do that.