31/08/2022
Dear Brave Soul. How do you charter your dark inner waters?
In this lake. That's where I spent the last three days. In this lake, by this forest. In Finland.
The lake’s water is pitch black. 2 meters from the brink, I can no longer see the bottom of it. There is only the abyss.
And yet the water is so soft to the skin. No salty waves disturbing the peace. Just. So. Much. Gentleness. And quiet.
Swimming in that water is both serene AND also profoundly troubling. But why is that?
I realize that I feel this way because of the ambiguity:
On one side are the lovely, blissful sensations of being held by the calm, soft water, watching the tree tops and the clouds pass by.
And on the other side is the disturbing quiet existence of the darkness.
One part of me wants to jump out of the water and just let the water be. The other wants to explore the darkness. To interact with it. To get in on the secrets it holds.
Then it dawns on me that this is the same thing I love about coaching my clients.
I love the bravery and grit it takes for a client to dive into the dark unknowns of the psyche and discover the patterning of her behavior.
I love the wonder and compassion in her face when she realizes her true power by diving deep and looking the “thing” hiding in the darkness straight in the eye and welcoming it into her life.
So, if you are looking for a curious supportive divemaster when you charter your dark inner waters, I’d be happy to help. Right now, I have two 1:1 sports open. DM for more info.
Also, I'd love to know how you conduct the dance between the darkness, the curiosity, and the fear? Please share in the comments or by DM.
Sending you lot’s of love
08/08/2022
The fairytale about the heart and the womb
Once upon a time a Goddess was having a hard time. She was having cold symptoms. She was tired. She was moody. Her old toxic lover was constantly on her mind - even in her dreams at night. She was struggling.
She desperately desired a healthy relationship.
Her heart longed so, so much for this. She could feel it jumping up and down in her chest whenever she thought about it.
And all she could focus on was the fact that she did not have that relationship.
We did a session and discovered that something inside of her did not align with the joyful wanting heart.
In her belly, she had a black object the weight of a bowling ball and the shape of a pear.
It had a tarry texture to it. And it was slow and sticky.
And she did not like it.
She wanted it to go away...
Read more...
https://www.annaknorborg.dk/the-fairytale-about-the-heart-and-the-womb/
03/08/2022
Ritualizing the mundane
As a single mom - or any mom for that matter - life is filled with logistics and practical stuff to get done. Day in and day out.
I used to resent it all. Finding the repetitiveness of it all exhausting.
I guess my judgment towards the tasks was a product of the disregard in society for doing chores, keeping a home, and caring for children. (At least we pay people the least for doing these tasks - if we pay them at all.)
And in the wake of that, I found myself demonstrating arrogance towards performing these tasks and resenting them - even as necessary as they are when needing to get food on the table and the kids put to bed.
I noticed my thoughts saying things like “Oh, so mundane”. “This is boring”. “Why am I doing this?”. “I could spend my time on much better things than this”. “These tasks are way sub par.”
My thoughts kept me in the suffering.
And then I remembered that if everything is an aspect of the divine, I can make every task my worship of just that. Every mundane chore is my opportunity to ritually honor the aspect of the divine of which the chore is part. I.e. Ritualizing the mundane.
https://www.annaknorborg.dk/ritualizing-the-mundane/
30/07/2022
Ode to inferiority
When I feel overwhelmed by the sheer size of the task
And I am paralyzed with fear of failure and the unknown
When I am not even able to begin
lifting my head towards the light
Then
If I remember to be kind
I let myself
fall
crumble
wither
dissolve
In feelings of inferiority and unworthiness
And after that
I wait
And I trust
And I falter
And resume my task regardless
At least till next time
Ode to inferiority
When I feel overwhelmed by the sheer size of the task
And I am paralyzed with fear of failure and the unknown
When I am not even able to begin
lifting my head towards the light
Then
If I remember to be kind
I let myself
fall
crumble
wither
dissolve
In feelings of inferiority and unworthiness
And after that
I wait
And I trust
And I falter
And resume my task regardless
At least till next time
24/04/2022
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