In 2019 I wanted to quit my job as a therapist, leave my practice, and do something else. I was uninspired and depleted. I remember having coffee with a colleague and sharing my frustration and desire to change careers over a latte one Saturday afternoon in downtown Boise.
Then the very next day we went skiing up at Bogus Basin and I fell and broke my leg.
My life changed that day on the mountain. As I recover from the surgery and continue to process the experience, I realize that I learned how to be still. Very still. Well, because I had to. There's no way to move very fast in a boot. As I became more still, I found myself surrendering to the healing process. The more I relinquished control over the healing, I noticed a deep reservoir of compassion opening up in my body that I didn't know existed. I found a love for holding space with others. Perhaps I had finally started to practice and access this very same medicine for myself.