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Imagine the following scenario:
It
is a fine sunny
day. Large white cumulus clouds drift lazily
across the sparkling, blue
sky. You are strolling through
the countryside, admiring the horizons
that unfold around
you. You pass meadows, woodland, streams, an occasional
lake. At various times the landscape gently undulates, flattens out,
rises
sharply or dips dramatically. Every now and then you
pass through a village
or find yourself wistfully admiring
an isolated cottage, with it's thatched
roof and bright
blooms. As you walk through this ever changing landscape
your mind absorbs a myriad of impressions; some of which you are
conscious,
such as the gnarled beauty of an ancient oak tree
or the glistening clarity
of a meandering stream, and others
that do not specifically attract your
attention, but make up
the kaleidoscope of colors, forms, sounds and smells
that
inform your experience. In your pocket you have a map, which you
refer to occasionally, to make sure that you know where you are.
Compare this with another possibility:
It is the
same day, the same stretch of
countryside. But instead of taking a walk,
you leave your
map folded up in your pocket and wander into a field, where
you simply sit and observe. At first you scan the landscape with no
particular
focus. The field slopes away from you down to the
edge of a wood, where
the sunlight blurs into shadow. The
grass is sprinkled with buttercups
and daisies. An unruly
hedgerow, with occasional outbursts of rose-hip
and
hawthorn, runs along the field to your right, whilst to your left
a low lying limestone wall, with an iron gate in it, marks the
boundary
of the field. You notice these things without
particularly noticing that
you notice them. Gradually, as
your awareness deepens, the field starts
to come alive
around you. You become aware of the buzzing of bees as they
zip from flower to flower and the brightness of butterflies, lifting
into
the air and settling again, as if in a perfectly
choreographed dance.
The stiller your mind becomes, as the
distractions of your everyday concerns
begin to fade, the
more you become aware of; the call and answer of birdsong,
the chirrup of a grasshopper, quite close to you, another further
away,
then suddenly they seem to be all around you. How
could you have not noticed
this before?
Without expectation you sit, allowing nature to come to
you. Something moves at the periphery of your vision. It's a
rabbit, a
hundred yards or so down the field. There are a
couple of them, silently
nibbling and sniffing the air. Then
a larger movement draws your attention.
A deer has emerged
from the wood. It grazes close to the edge of the wood,
ready to blend back into the shadows again, at the slightest hint of
danger.
It is aware of you. Every now and then it stops
grazing and stares right
at you. You feel a sense of wonder
as it's dark, soulful eyes meet yours
and you silently thank
it for allowing you into it's world, knowing that
if you had
sought it out you would never have found it. It had to come
to you. You had to merge into it's world, imposing nothing of your
own,
for it to reveal itself to you.
Consider a further possibility:
As
therapists we
can approach the landscapes of the human
body-mind in many ways. Each
therapy has it's own particular
map, with which to orient itself. Each
therapy has it's own
assortment of techniques as reference points to draw
on, and
each therapist has their own intuitive understanding which breathes
life into these techniques. Like the walker in the first scenario we
can
take a tour of the body-mind allowing its colors, forms,
sounds and smells
to inform our experience. This can be very
rewarding and of great therapeutic
value. Such an approach
should not be knocked. The only inherent flaw
in this
approach is that the map may become confused with the landscape
and techniques imposed upon the body-mind, rather than being used to
facilitate
it's capacity for health.
As Craniosacral Therapists we may apply certain techniques, with
excellent results. But, perhaps more than any other therapy, we have the
possibility to merge into the landscape of the body-mind, and, as in the
second scenario above, allow nature to come to us. When we become still,
imposing nothing of ourselves, just being there, more subtle rhythms and
deeper qualities of vibrancy and aliveness may begin to emerge, which,
had we gone looking for them, we would never have found.
Matthew Appleton.
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Working with babies
Allowing nature to come to us
Babies and children
Every body has a story to tell
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