In a session I held this morning, there was a familiar moment of return.
A descent.
The pelvis called us back.
That bowl of bone and breath,
that quiet cradle of knowing.
The place that says: I’m here.
And in that moment, I could so viscerally feel the deep intelligence behind the strategy of the movement of leaving this place.
Some of us learn in life that taking up less energetic space and feeling ourselves less can mean more safety, and what really helps with that is anchoring higher in the body.
We move ourselves to parts of us that are safer to feel than our knowing centres, our power centres, our ‘I exist’ centres.
We often speak about being “in our heads” with frustration or judgement.
We are told we are disconnected, dissociated, not “in our bodies.”
As if seeking safety were something shameful.
As if protecting ourselves made us any less worthy.
As if survival was not a deep intelligence of the body.
And it’s also pretty tiring to have a lot of thoughts running. To try and work it out in our minds and find ‘the solution’
(The solution to what perhaps doesn’t really matter…. This seems like a moving target, and it seems that this pressure exists in the background for so many of us —somewhere we have to get, something we have to solve.)
Maybe the invitation isn’t to shame the strategy but to thank it for how well it has worked.
And to notice—gently— when some other option becomes possible.
Today in the session there was a moment— a simple invitation to turn a rising energy gently down into the bones of the hips and the sacrum.
And so much began to shift and expand it was honestly kind of… breathtaking.
When awareness returns to the pelvis, when energy drops down in the body and roots itself again in the base, in the body’s deep yes to existence—something just shifts.
We begin to take up space not in a way of posturing, or in performance,
but in a quiet, simple knowing:
I am here.
I get to be here.
I exist.