There’s a softness here in the Pacific Northwest of the US as winter gracefully yields to longer days. Waters lap beaches more gently, belying wild winter storms that have heaved piles of logs along the shores.

We are trained away from our rage and yet rage brings not only heat, but light.

Rage when exposed as the fierce love it is, illuminates all that we hold dear. To trust our body as the sacred vessel for transmitting all that makes us human and holy, we transform what’s been rejected in ourselves and in our communities.

The signal in the noise of this moment in our world comes from our undivided knowing hearts and expresses itself loudly.

Rage, grief, helplessness, exhaustion, and cynicism, when allowed their due, follow their transformative journey from the heart and back again. It is a regenerative process that allows us to engage skillfully. 

For some months now, I’ve been thinking about a woman named Elsa Gindler. She’s not a household name but she is an important person in the lineage of somatic education.

Somatic education offers self awareness practices of exploratory movement and self-observation that offers clarity, responsiveness, and authenticity to our lives.