Listening Space Counselling

    • A Warm Welcome

    • The Gardens We Carry

      What the Body Remembers Walking in the park the other day, I noticed an elderly man whose posture and way of walking were almost identical to my grandfather’s. Something about the slight forward lean, the rhythm of his steps, brought back a wave of memory so strong it stopped me for a moment. I found…

    • A good day: 6 am, trees, and a ripe evening

      I had an amazing morning before work last Friday. Early wake-up, while being hard, waking up at 6 am gave me time to relax into my day. This meant being present for my morning routine, being with my thoughts, and with the emotional expectations for the day. My friend arranged that we all meditate at…

    • Exploring Your Inner Child Through Hands Juxtaposition

      Hands juxtaposition This technique can feel as if anything is possible, even if it lives first in imagination. One hand holds the road taken. The other holds the road not taken. In the middle the hands meet, and for a short while two stories share the present. A “what if” can be felt in the…

    • The Quiet Resources We Carry from Childhood

      Two Kinds of Experience Many of us grow up with two overlapping strands of experience. One is shaped by difficulty, criticism or fear. The other is quieter — made of ordinary moments of kindness, safety and connection that somehow remain with us. Both leave their mark, yet the caring experiences can become a lasting inner…

    • Family

    • Torment

      I walk down the street,my head in the clouds.Suddenly I know that high abovea distant bird is watching me. I walk faster, harder,like prey taking flightfrom every predator.I rise above seas and lands. In the silence, beauty touches me—the beauty of this single momentthat I live and that will never come again.The instant quickens, I…

    • Reflections

      In the midst of chaos, I tend to forget.When my presence nears the size of a fly,When only my selfishness prevails,When I am a shadow sitting on the couch,I forget the wind blowing over trees. When I forget there is also tomorrow,When my heart freezes in pain and sorrow,When I am only the prey of…

    • We Sit Still in Silence

      This evening the air flows between usDusts off the stone walls in the process.Some things can only be said by silence.Some things can only be fathomed in the night. Now we stand tall side by sideComfortably warm in the open air.We gaze at the starry nightThe sparkling stars look back at us.Our inner lives are…