A commitment to my work is a commitment to myself - here's why...

A commitment to my work is a commitment to myself.

A devotion to this work of pelvic healing and the women I see is a devotion to my own healing.

Why?

Because we can only truly show up for a client in the ways we are showing up for ourselves. Our nervous systems register this. They register the unconscious. They register the nervous system of those in proximity- that’s their role. All outside of our conscious awareness. You can bullshit the mind, but you cannot bullshit the body.

You cannot take a client to places you have never been. You cannot truly empathise with and welcome someone's vulnerability, unless you have deeply empathised and come into relationship with your own. I’m convinced this is why so many clinicians who work with the pelvis stay at the cognitive level. So many avoid embodiment, because it requires you do your own.

And let’s be honest, I don’t think most of us are ready for it.

We’re are in the midst of this hype of nervous system tools that we use to ‘manage’ the body, rather than embody.

Control, rather than feel.

Silence a body, when these tools were designed to help the body express more openly.

We are a culture obsessed with protocols and when we fixate on protocols we stop listening. And when we stop listening, we stop hearing. When we stop hearing we just project onto the body. It’s a subtle form of objectification.

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I’m not afraid to witness and hold the pain her pelvis is holding onto because I’ve learnt to hold excruciating pain deep in the basement of my own body.

I’m not afraid of the grief that wants to unravel itself as we begin to hear the untold stories lodged deep within her pelvic fascia, because I've (slowly) learnt to bow in reverence to the healing waters of grief when she knocks on my own door.

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I never set out intentionally to do any of this. Yet the more I unraveled my own body; the armour, the walls, the patterns of avoidance masquerading as intellectualism and productivity, and re-sensitised myself to my own flesh and bone, the more I could hear. The more I could feel with my chest. The more 'online' my intuitive senses became. The more the body began to show me. Suddenly it was like feeling into a whole new world with the bodies that were in front of me, and beneath my hands.

The human body has a great ineffable language of it's own, a wisdom incomprehensible to the human mind - and I was beginning to hear it.

Science met mystery.

Knowledge met knowing.

And together they birthed a level of care that feels like alchemy.

Where Intellect softens its edges in reverence to bodily intelligence.

This is where LeavenWell was born.

Here’s to a revolution in women’s care where women’s bodies are heard and held.

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I am, by no means, claiming to be ‘healed’. (Wtf does that even mean anyway?!)

I am far from it. I fully own my holy mess. I am claiming my devotion to the path of remembering my wholeness because I believe in the wholeness of every woman who sits in front of me.

And the way her body longs to re-member.

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Katy x