When I began training in Core Process Psychotherapy, I felt I had led a happy life and just wanted to help others be happy too. Little did I understand the psychotherapeutic process! Little did I know that the spotlight would first be shone on me. Little did I realise I had as many issues as the next person. By the end of the training I felt as if I had been turned upside down, inside out, and back to front. Crucifixion was written at the end of the main training as a celebration of the psychotherapeutic journey but equally applies to all who choose to live this life with an open heart.
Crucifixion
Who would have the courage
Allow themselves to be stripped bare
Nailed to the cross of another’s projection
Still painfully aware
Hanging in that hopeless place
Trusting the Unknown
Serving all humanity
Yet seeming so alone
Who would dare reveal themselves
In such a tortuous place
Gaping wounds for all to see
Blood smeared upon a weary face
I feel the question must arise
What is the point of this?
Not only driven to the edge
But stepping into the abyss
Falling, spinning, ground all gone
No sense of time or space
Feeling damned, forsaken
In this deepest, darkest place
Heart ripped, breath snatched
Sensing ones demise
Yet here, the courage to relax
Heralds the call to rise
How brave the choice to incarnate
And enter the illusion
And through ones own awakening
Cut through the mass confusion
With heart wide open, shine a light
So others may be free
And from a place of Oneness
Delighting in the right to be
To show up time and time again
Ones own wounds not yet healed
Allowing luminosity
Within, to be revealed
Who in the midst of all of this
Would consciously persist
Upon the Bodhisattva path
…the heart-led psychotherapist
Marie Scott
Who would have the courage
Allow themselves to be stripped bare
Nailed to the cross of another’s projection
Still painfully aware
Hanging in that hopeless place
Trusting the Unknown
Serving all humanity
Yet seeming so alone
Who would dare reveal themselves
In such a tortuous place
Gaping wounds for all to see
Blood smeared upon a weary face
I feel the question must arise
What is the point of this?
Not only driven to the edge
But stepping into the abyss
Falling, spinning, ground all gone
No sense of time or space
Feeling damned, forsaken
In this deepest, darkest place
Heart ripped, breath snatched
Sensing ones demise
Yet here, the courage to relax
Heralds the call to rise
How brave the choice to incarnate
And enter the illusion
And through ones own awakening
Cut through the mass confusion
With heart wide open, shine a light
So others may be free
And from a place of Oneness
Delighting in the right to be
To show up time and time again
Ones own wounds not yet healed
Allowing luminosity
Within, to be revealed
Who in the midst of all of this
Would consciously persist
Upon the Bodhisattva path
…the heart-led psychotherapist
Marie Scott
Searching, Searching
Searching, searching, all my life
To find a place to rest
The nature of impermanence
Revealed the futile quest
Then one day laid still enough
I noticed every death
Just like the softest pillow
At the end of each out breath
Marie Scott
Searching, searching, all my life
To find a place to rest
The nature of impermanence
Revealed the futile quest
Then one day laid still enough
I noticed every death
Just like the softest pillow
At the end of each out breath
Marie Scott
OK, I'm Going To Meditate!
OK, I'm going to do my best
I'm going to meditate
Cushion plumped, back straight
Here I go...but wait!
I'm sure I'm slightly leaning
I'd better readjust
I'm feeling kind of awkward
With my sagging gut and bust
OK, that's it. I've loosened up
I'm ready to relax
Oh dear, that draught is quite a thing
I wish I'd fed the cats
So here I go, I'm on my way
It's inner peace for me
I think I'll do a casserole
With vegetables, for tea
Oh, there's the gong. Can that be it?
I didn't even flinch
Oh, good for me. I must declare
This mindful lark's a cinch!
Marie Scott
OK, I'm going to do my best
I'm going to meditate
Cushion plumped, back straight
Here I go...but wait!
I'm sure I'm slightly leaning
I'd better readjust
I'm feeling kind of awkward
With my sagging gut and bust
OK, that's it. I've loosened up
I'm ready to relax
Oh dear, that draught is quite a thing
I wish I'd fed the cats
So here I go, I'm on my way
It's inner peace for me
I think I'll do a casserole
With vegetables, for tea
Oh, there's the gong. Can that be it?
I didn't even flinch
Oh, good for me. I must declare
This mindful lark's a cinch!
Marie Scott
I wrote this in the midst of a personal "dark night of the soul" - a two-month period of darkness, shakiness and hopelessness.
I had very little energy for conversation or thinking but tried to capture what I was feeling in any way I could.
I had very little energy for conversation or thinking but tried to capture what I was feeling in any way I could.
I AM DRAWN
I am drawn
I am played with
Danced with, stirred
Not what I expected
Wispier
Blurred
Something is moving
Orchestrating Me
But as a dancing puppet
I cannot see
What now?
Where now?
Far too tired to think
I am but a flashlight
A moment
A blink
Marie Scott
I am drawn
I am played with
Danced with, stirred
Not what I expected
Wispier
Blurred
Something is moving
Orchestrating Me
But as a dancing puppet
I cannot see
What now?
Where now?
Far too tired to think
I am but a flashlight
A moment
A blink
Marie Scott
Karuna is the name of the institute at which I studied Core Process Psychotherapy. It also means compassion in Sanskrit.
Set in the middle of the moors, the extremely narrow and winding country road to the institute was, literally, a challenge.
By the end of the first year, I noticed the road mirrored my experience of the training. Life, too!
Ode to The Road
The Road to Karuna is challenging and tough
And can leave one exclaiming ‘enough is enough’
With potential for impact at each unseen turn
Awareness is vital as emotions churn
Seemingly endless, with no end in sight
The edges often feel incredibly tight
But, The Road to Karuna isn’t all full of gloom
When you remember to notice each flower in bloom
Breathing their essence opens the heart
And allows a change in perception to start
Then every encounter is a chance for connection
Each appreciative smile bringing peaceful reflection
The Road to Karuna has immeasurable worth
Each mindful moment allowing rebirth
The adverse camber and potholes galore
Are all part of the Process, of that I am sure
So, with practice, navigation and calming of pace
The Road becomes a journey and no longer a race
Marie Scott
Set in the middle of the moors, the extremely narrow and winding country road to the institute was, literally, a challenge.
By the end of the first year, I noticed the road mirrored my experience of the training. Life, too!
Ode to The Road
The Road to Karuna is challenging and tough
And can leave one exclaiming ‘enough is enough’
With potential for impact at each unseen turn
Awareness is vital as emotions churn
Seemingly endless, with no end in sight
The edges often feel incredibly tight
But, The Road to Karuna isn’t all full of gloom
When you remember to notice each flower in bloom
Breathing their essence opens the heart
And allows a change in perception to start
Then every encounter is a chance for connection
Each appreciative smile bringing peaceful reflection
The Road to Karuna has immeasurable worth
Each mindful moment allowing rebirth
The adverse camber and potholes galore
Are all part of the Process, of that I am sure
So, with practice, navigation and calming of pace
The Road becomes a journey and no longer a race
Marie Scott
