~ Living at the Edge of What We Know ~
In my work, there is a felt dimension that does not feel driven by will. I experience the work less as something I make happen and more as something I participate in. I operate in service, and it is clear to me that I am not in control.
Because what unfolds in sessions is always larger than my limited knowledge and human perspective, I am humbled. My role is to listen closely, to focus my attention, and to hold clear intention, recognizing that the work unfolds through relationship and intention rather than force.
In that sense, my attention and intention become a form of stewardship. Not stewardship as management or fixing, but as care and presence. Perhaps this is why witnessing matters so much in the work. When something is seen clearly, without judgment, and held with care, it often begins to shift.
I am frequently reminded that I am working at the edges of what I understand. This work feels like a privilege, and that very not-knowing draws out my care, my honesty, and my respect.
What else might become possible if we approached what we do not fully understand in other areas of life with that same kind of attention?