The inner and the outer talk to each other.

The Truth of It

‘The mess out there is because of a mess in here.

Inner and outer talk to each other.

That’s the truth of things.

Let’s get to work.’

I’ve just read this powerful little poem by storyteller and mythologist Dr Martin Shaw, it’s from his book, Smokehole. The poem states plainly the way it is with us humans.

The hungry ghost

The collective mind has largely lost it’s integrity with the earth and its many beings and has cast us adrift. Using only the pain of that unholy rift to navigate by, we’ve built an outward facing culture that compulsively and unknowingly hunts the ghost of that broken love story.

We stand and blink in dismay as the deep and important things fall apart, we act like we don’t know what’s going on. But we do really. We just don’t know how to stop it.

We all feel it

Each of us carries our own share of this disconnect, we sense the echoes of the lovelorn soul in the quiet moments and the in-between times, and we quickly move on.

A world diminished of that deep soul love is so fragile. It feels tight, hard and mean. Without the glue and temper of true connection, the merest bump might shatter us, and it does.

Where has all the wisdom gone then? Well, according to Martin Shaw, and I believe him, it’s just where it always was - in the earth and deep inside ourselves, both and the same.

This is how to come back home

The work we do in craniosacral therapy is about re kindling the love story – it’s the call to action that concludes the poem. The ‘work’ is the practice of listening to and the honouring of what is. And the call is the call of love.

It’s no surprise really that the world ‘out there’ is a direct reflection of the world ‘in here’. Whatever we are missing on the inside we project onto the outside. However shitty your life is, is at least some measure of how much love you could let back in.

The wisdom we’re after, for ourselves and the earth is plied into the loving presence of attention. It’s patient capacity is to reveal the truth of things and then draw the frayed edges back into the whole.