It feels great
Last night I went to a workshop on conscious language. In the beginning, I wanted to attend the event, because I thought it would be a good place to network and get my name out. The teachings of conscious language are (for the most part) in line with my beliefs, so I thought I would find like-minded people. When I got there, it didn't really seem appropriate to introduce myself, much less to tell people about my practice.
The evening turned out to be informative and interesting. The last time I went to a conscious language meeting was almost two years ago, when I first started school. I could see how much I have grown, and how the ideas of universal energy, connectedness, and deliberate creation are much more present in my mind. I could also see many of the tools we learned in school through conversations with others.
Because it has been such a long time, what stood out the most was my increased ability to access and act upon my intuition. One of the participants was asking the facilitator and the group for help with a problem. I could so clearly hear where to go. It was as if I could fast forward through where he was stuck and see the resolution he was searching for. I didn't want to intrude on the facilitator, but asked if it was o.k. to respond to him.
By this time, luckily, I had all but given up on the idea of networking and was just myself--talking about books and ideas and what my intuition was telling me. I cam from a humble place and said that sometimes I just hear things. Was it o.k. to share? Yes.
It felt great to be a part of something. Honestly, I started to question myself and whether I said too much. (I guess I'm still fighting that demon).
The meeting went on and was ending more than an hour late. I finally had to excuse myself to leave when it got close to 10:30. When I did, the man I was 'helping' followed me. He said he wanted to tell me that I had wonderful, peaceful, healing energy. This was a relative stranger!
I told him about my practice and how much it meant to me that he said something. He said that he could feel it from across the room and wanted to let me know how it had affected him. That I radiated warmth, caring, and understanding. My eyes began to water at this point. I so needed to hear that. After not seeing clients for a while and worrying about the practice, it was so affirming for a stranger to be so moved simply by my presence, by me just being myself. It gave me encouragement.
Once I meet people I know the practice will take off. I don't know if this man will ever contact me himself. Maybe he will. Maybe he won't. I am positive, however, that if anyone tells him they are looking for a therapist, he will say that he knows one.
What's more important than the possibility of a referral is how wonderful it felt to be of service again. I'm still high from it. I love this work!
The evening turned out to be informative and interesting. The last time I went to a conscious language meeting was almost two years ago, when I first started school. I could see how much I have grown, and how the ideas of universal energy, connectedness, and deliberate creation are much more present in my mind. I could also see many of the tools we learned in school through conversations with others.
Because it has been such a long time, what stood out the most was my increased ability to access and act upon my intuition. One of the participants was asking the facilitator and the group for help with a problem. I could so clearly hear where to go. It was as if I could fast forward through where he was stuck and see the resolution he was searching for. I didn't want to intrude on the facilitator, but asked if it was o.k. to respond to him.
By this time, luckily, I had all but given up on the idea of networking and was just myself--talking about books and ideas and what my intuition was telling me. I cam from a humble place and said that sometimes I just hear things. Was it o.k. to share? Yes.
It felt great to be a part of something. Honestly, I started to question myself and whether I said too much. (I guess I'm still fighting that demon).
The meeting went on and was ending more than an hour late. I finally had to excuse myself to leave when it got close to 10:30. When I did, the man I was 'helping' followed me. He said he wanted to tell me that I had wonderful, peaceful, healing energy. This was a relative stranger!
I told him about my practice and how much it meant to me that he said something. He said that he could feel it from across the room and wanted to let me know how it had affected him. That I radiated warmth, caring, and understanding. My eyes began to water at this point. I so needed to hear that. After not seeing clients for a while and worrying about the practice, it was so affirming for a stranger to be so moved simply by my presence, by me just being myself. It gave me encouragement.
Once I meet people I know the practice will take off. I don't know if this man will ever contact me himself. Maybe he will. Maybe he won't. I am positive, however, that if anyone tells him they are looking for a therapist, he will say that he knows one.
What's more important than the possibility of a referral is how wonderful it felt to be of service again. I'm still high from it. I love this work!
posted by Elizabeth at 10:24 AM
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