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It’s February, and I’m thinking about Spring. I’m thinking about how the wildflowers I’ll see in a few months covering the now-barren brown are already there, buried underground. You wouldn’t know it through typical ways of seeing. It takes a kind of faith, a kind of sight that looks in a different kind of way to perceive the truth that wildflowers can’t be seen for a season, but they don’t disappear.
So too, there are truths and memories and feelings and knowings that can’t be seen for a season, but don’t disappear. Sometimes they are beyond words or even conscious thought, stored in pre-verbal memory. And for those, talking and CBT and traditional means of inner knowing and inner healing can only do so much.
These things ask us to see and hear with more than conscious thought. They ask us to see and hear with our whole body.