Growing up was (for me) like riding on a merry-go-round. First of all-I was born breach. Literally I entered this world feet first. Starting when I was 3 years old, I changed families like clockwork. After my parents divorced I moved from family to family about every 2 years. I lived in orphanages, in children’s homes, as a run-away, homeless, and eventually finished high school living in a foster home.
It was a miracle that I landed in foster care. At age 14, I was hitchhiking to Corpus Christi from San Antonio in the middle of the night and a police officer picked me and my friend up. My friend spent the night in jail and I spent the night with the police officer and his family in Karnes City. He said as he put me on a Greyhound bus to Corpus Christi “If you ever need a place to stay, you can live with my family.”
Months later, homeless and lost, I hitch hiked back to Karnes City. I knocked on the front door of the Police officer’s house. His wife opened the door. I said “Hi, remember me? I want to finish high school.” That became my first foster home.
A few months later my case worker picked me up as I was walking home from school. “Get in the car. Your foster mother is driving around town with a shot gun, looking for her husband. We need to find you another home.” I moved from Karnes City to Poth-an even smaller Texas town and eventually made my way back to San Antonio and finished High School.
My mantra that I held onto was “when the world spins, hold onto what stays the same”. Intuition became my compass as my outer world spun like a top on a glass surface.
Auspiciously, I completed a Masters degree in Transpersonal Psychology. My core courses of Non-traditional Psychotherapy included Holotropic Breath work and Shamanism. This led me to Psychodrama as my internship and Ecstatic Dance as a weekly practice.
I learned about ‘containers’. In Psychodrama, the therapist literally casts a spell by setting up the stage and leading a ‘warm-up’. Through enchantment, participants drop into their bodies and new stories unfold and become animated. Later in developing Body Choir Ecstatic Dance, we integrated psychodrama fundamentals within the form of the dance.
Paradoxically the more grounded I became, the more chaos churned inside me. I groped to grasp meaning and purpose.
Between the grunt and growl I discovered a purr of contentment.
Most often what we’re searching for is right under our nose, at the tip of our tongue, at our fingertips.
I found my sharpest tool-my pencil-and started digging up words and drawing images.
I excavated my soul.
Archetypal images surfaced. Poetry flowed out of me. Compassion weaved its way around my heart.
Eventually, dance helped me stand still.
Movement calmed me. Catharsis brought contentment.
Creativity is not a solitary movement. That is its power. Whatever is touched by it, whoever hears it, sees it, senses it, knows it, is fed. That is why beholding someone else’s creative word, images, idea, fills us up, and inspires us to our own creative work. A single creative act has the potential to feed a continent. One creative act can cause a torrent to break through stone.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
I’ve become the therapist I’ve wanted as a client:
Creativity Coach for Self-Discovery
As a trained Transpersonal Therapist, I help you shed fear and resistance for rapid evolution. As an Ordained Minister, I understand that being human is a spiritual practice. As a published author, I advocate speaking your truth.
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Creativity can be tapped through many different practices including writing, movement, guided meditation, breath work and other simple practices. We work together to discover what inspires you to live your creative life.