I quit my job and we sold our apartment and all our furniture and stuff, and we packed whatever we had left into our Jeep, along with some canvasses and oil paints, and our guitars and cameras, and we hit the road on a healing adventure…
We didn’t plan any of it. We just took a step in the direction of healing and the doors opened, one serendipitous encounter after another. We decided to keep our minds and hearts wide open, trying to figure out: “What does trauma and abuse do to a child?” and “How can we heal?”
We explored the Wild Coast for six months and everywhere we went we kept meeting all these fascinating people and healers, musicians and artists, explorers and adventurers. Each one, in their own way, helped us to find answers and parts of ourselves that we had lost…
What a relief it was to discover that our daughter’s healing process didn’t require complicated theories and fancy techniques. All it took was quality time in nature, and having me there to calm her down whenever she got overwhelmed, over and over again, until her capacity for emotional self-regulation was restored…
But time was running out. Our return to the real world, with all its stresses and pressures, was looming ominously. Our child was doing much better but we still had a long way to go and if we couldn’t change our old patterns then we wouldn’t be able to sustain a calm stable home environment for her…
