My body is my compass, and it does not lie, writes Terry Tempest Williams in ‘When women were birds’. I agree. For me my body is my intuition. When I want to really see or feel what is going on, I go inside. Into my heart, my belly, my hips, and bones. My favourite rest place is in the back of my head about two centimetres in – an incredibly quiet place.
It took years to trust my body though. Not to start feeling, as I believe my body has always felt everything, but to start trusting what it tells me. This is probably one of the most important gifts I received practicing constellations – trust my body. This is why it is called an experiential process.
It takes time but with constellations it is easier - there are witnesses who testify the truth of what your body presents you with. What I say or do is exactly how somebody’s mother or brother would say or do. In the beginning there is a lot of doubt and self-consciousness. I don’t know what exactly I feel or why, but I have to trust my body enough to report it. Then there is a confirmation from a client and a quiet triumph inside – I told you so, you just need to trust me. Now I do.
(Art: Aleksandra Shymina and Louie Gardiner)
I am fascinated by the Systemic Family Constellations work and everything shamanic. I study it, practice it, research it. Here, I am sharing what I learn and hope it can be of use to somebody interested in healing their families, communities and lives.
In 2019 I published some of my poetry inspired by systemic work in this journal. It is available as PDF, Kindle or printed at the link above.