Resources with infinite potential are difficult to foresee for the person who lets himself be carried away by the blinding cyclone of emotions without perceiving at its center the tranquility that inhabits him.
The one who broke, and I let go.
Curious at first, he asked me a lot of questions. He tells me about his theories on therapy and hypnosis. Puzzled, he listened to me. Then he adds, “It’s true that at the moment some pretty heavy things are happening to me.” Silence.
Space-time becomes cloudy—his face twists. The wave crosses it—the tsunami of too strong an unexpected emotion. He is perhaps, deemed inappropriate by his mind.
I feel this wave that surges like a vibration throughout the room. She comes crashing down like me with violence. He struggles against it, his tense body trying to contain something so powerful it could twist and crack and crack.
Cracking, that’s what he does. Quickly overtaken by modesty, he is already running away. He apologizes with his hand. I have time to say, “Take your time”.
A few sobs filter through the thick walls of her body, still trying to save the furniture. I thought I would leave him alone for a few moments. This man I met 2 minutes before between two doors.
But he never came back. He left.
The one, lifeless on the floor, who didn’t need me
She is lying against the cold floor of the dance studio, secluded in a corner. Prostrated for several minutes, I observed him from afar. The other participants live their hypnotic journey in motion, dancing in their way, which requires being transformed into my body and mind, then immersed in a light state of trance.
Obviously, for some, it is a painful, arduous journey. Especially for her, still motionless, as if trapped in the dark meanders of her unconscious.
After waiting several minutes, I walked over to just let him know I was there if needed. His hand comes to square my humane approach, visibly perceived as invasive. The message got through. She knows I’m here.
She will come to see me at the end of the session to tell me that I cut her off from what she was going through. We agreed that it was vital for me to make sure that she knew I was there and that next time, I would trust her inner resources, and she would see that she could call on me if needed.
I am a therapist. I am not a “savior.”
Finding a balance between “being there”, “helping”, “reaching out” and “letting go”, “trusting”, “letting go”. Between being there for the others and not taking charge of them. Go with him without rowing for him.
“Stay on my boat”, not to jump in his, to sink together.
To be touched by the wave which breaks in the room, this power, this emotion which sweeps everything in its path. Feel the vibration in my body and heart, and yet not let myself get carried away, remain sensitive, present and grounded.
We are an endless well of unsuspected resources. That the more significant the emotion, the more it carries the strength to live in its heart.
Resources with infinite potential are difficult to foresee for the person who lets himself be carried away by the blinding cyclone without perceiving at its center the tranquility that inhabits him.
Each time I am amazed and almost surprised at the potential for creativity possessed by each individual I have observed or accompanied.
Each in our way.
Some will need time. Others support, still, others are left alone, while some will prefer to be challenged. But ALL will take one step forward.
ALL will find the key that will open this door that presents itself to them.