Allow...

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Alright. I've decided that my son will only allow me to blog via haiku.

Hmm. Now I've decided that since I am still breastfeeding him, my haiku talents are not coming to me. All that blood is still making milk.

Now here's the difference: I've decided that all of the above is ok. Before my son turned 1 year and before I started my CA practice I would have had a lot of trouble being ok with "going with the flow", and accepting myself and my reality as it is. Instead, my M.O. was giving myself the hardest time possible. I was never just o.k. somehow I was letting someone down and usually it was me in another person's clothing.

I'm learning from my patients each day. Allow whatever comes to come. And trust that it is right.

I truly adore and trust the practice of acupuncture and its philosophical roots. But not until now have I seen how simple and powerful it can be when it isn't dressed-up and talked-out and given fancy tea and a large bill.

All one needs to do is commit. That's my next topic when time allows.

That's my non-haiku for now.

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I find your gift to balance (or not) human, and ESSENTIAL to being the type of healer people need.
Thanks for your eloquent honesty - and for opening the door for others to go easy on themselves.
And, I think I set all thinking aside, actually, during the nursing days...
-Lupine.

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Hi Rebeka,
Beautiful post-made me a little misty!
Melonie

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Hey Rebeka,
Yes, I imagine having a baby and a new CA practice has given you LOTS of perspective on both commitment and going with the flow! I almost feel that having a clinic has to be a spiritual practice as much as anything else, at least for me (by that please don't think I'm good at it, or in any way holy or anything - most of the time I'm a bit of a wreck). Of course any work has that potential, but in this kind of field where we're interacting with people and their pains and unskillful habits (bumping up against my unskillful habits, ahem), it feels like a survival mechanism. And maybe even a way to evolve a little.

Looking forward to some haiku.