We are living myths

I’m not interested in diagnoses. I never have been. It’s not how I see the body.

I view the body as a living miracle.

I see the body as a living text, a bible with depth and history and stories to tell.

I see symptoms as those stories asking us to be seen and witnessed. The body needing something from us that we’re not able to see otherwise. An opportunity to slow down and listen.

Unlike western medicine, I don’t see anything as incurable.

And I don’t view anything as pathological.

I see the body as a spectrum of light — a musical scale with notes, which we need to learn to attune to and play.

That doesn’t mean everything is meant to be “cured” — sometimes a disease becomes a part of us; a story that desires to stay with us and to live in on our body. Like the Japanese art of Kintsuge — broken pottery is mended with gold and the fracture becomes the place where its history shines.

We are not robots, we are not mechanistic and we are far from simple. We are living myth, rich as the fertile soils that we belong to.

There is still the opportunity to join on a three part payment plan this month only — from next month that opportunity closes.