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Finding my way back
It’s now ten years since I woke up to the reality that the life I was living wasn’t mine.
At that time I was married, with two small kids, pushing hard and moving through life in a tempo that was never meant for me. I burned out regularly, pulled myself together again, and kept going, but I didn’t yet have the awareness to stay with what was leading me there, over and over again.
Along the way into adult life, I had lost contact with my own essence, piece by piece. My attention had slowly been shaped around other people’s needs and expectations, without me noticing. In order to live this life, I had left my body and was navigating my days from a state of survival.
It felt like I was walking someone else’s path, far away from home.
Around the same time, a memory began returning to me. Waking up early in my childhood home in the deep forest in Dalarna, six years old, with the sun hitting my face through the window.
I remember waking with an unwavering excitement for being alive and a complete openness to whatever the day would bring.
I realized that somewhere along the way, I had forgotten the excitment for life and I started to wonder where it had gone.
That memory became the catalyst for the long and humblying process of finding the way back home to myself.
Since then, I´ve moved through many cycles of change, shedding what isn´t me and reconnected with the innate wisdom that I had learned to forget.
Over time my journey of remembrance became the ground I now stand on in my work.
Today I hold spaces for remembering, where people can slow down enough to come home to themselves.
Through deep presence, somatic awareness and reflection, we meet each other honestly and realign with our truth.
With Love,
Cecilia
