Lavinia Grace Psychotherapy

This morning I dreamt
of the yellow hem of my
Mother’s dress. The longing for
... her arms, and her heart, which were always open,
pierced me with exquisite longing
The way she
Fiercely loved her garden,
And animals and nature and stem ginger, dipped in chocolate.
And me.
And the way she smiled when Rossano Brazzi graced her television screen.
Her Bette Davies eyes, which had seen too much, yet remained open.
Her love of birdsong she gifted me. And of animals and nature and homemade rice pudding, with nutmeg sprinkled on the top.
And the way she taught me to love and never to hate.
No matter what.
And the colour of calamine lotion, she spread on my wounds as a child, is now the colour I am painting a Feelings Room for my clients to draw, or paint, or write their wounds on the walls. For honour. For love. To be witnessed. To be seen. To be heard and held.
For everything my mother taught me with heart, I offer my clients,
With an unflinching heart,
I will stand in the fire alongside you.
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Go and love someone exactly as they are. And then watch how quickly they transform into the greatest, truest version of themselves.
When one feels seen and appreciated in their own essence, one is instantly empowered
~ Wes Angelozzi

We all shine on...like the moon and the stars and the sun...we all shine on...come on and on and on... ~ John Lennon
Not all therapy rooms are beige. Not all therapists work in the same way. #Individuality #Hilda #Love

to live in this world
you must be able to do three things
... to love what is mortal;
to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes
to let it go,
to let it go ― Mary Oliver
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Listen--
are you breathing
just a little,
... and
calling it a life?
~ Mary Oliver
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She decided after waking from what felt like years of sleep, that nature was responsible for loving her awake. She decided the earth breathed its grace up from the roots of her feet. The trees gathered together to give her grounded strength. She decided the wind carried loving whispers from the divine to her slumbering ears. She decided the sky showered her with wisdom and mirrored the boundless nature of every soul walking this earth.
When her eyes opened she saw before her ...a playground of light, each beam reaching toward her. She understood for the first time it seemed that the life resting in the spaces between her bones was meant to be lived with every fiber. Was meant to be fiercely loved and honored and savored.
She decided after waking from what felt like years of sleep, that she would live forevermore wide open to all that came to be in front of her. She decided that living awake was a choice, and in that moment she became free. And in that moment she chose to be the beam of light that reaches toward all other life, to be the beam that assists the earth in breathing and loving others awake.
~ Sarah Blondin
Art ~ Brooke Shaden
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You not wanting me Was the beginning of me Wanting myself. Thank you ...
... https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JATlgyBKvGA &autoplay=1
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You wander from room to room Hunting for the diamond necklace That is already around your neck! ~ Rumi
... #Lightworker
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She speaks slowly
with a voice like moss,
soft, deep and damp.
... If you’re not listening carefully
you might just miss it, rising out from the earth like vapour, gently tugging at your ankles. “Rest” she says, “Deeper. Rest as deep as I am. You are moving too fast. Become soil, become the slow-growing tree. Send your roots deep into the rich darkness where they can truly be nourished. Winter is sanctuary and you are weary. Come drink of my stillness and dream in the dark earth.”
~ Emily Pearce
Art ~ J E H
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https://youtu.be/cN_VPtGfsw0
Soul Walking

And I’ll look back at him because I shan’t be able to help it, remembering about being young, and about being made love to and making love, about pain and dancing and not being afraid of death, about all the music I’ve ever loved, and every time I’ve been happy. ~ Jean Rhys
Art ~ Frida Kahlo

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. ~ Sylvia Plath

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the w...ay you thought of things. ~ Lemony Snicket
#GriefCounselling
Art: Olga Shvartsur
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We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them. ~ Anais Nin

It’s exciting when children leave for university - and sometimes a lonely and worrying experience for parents too.
I work with people who experience a loss of purpose, or perhaps feel lost, when children ‘fly the nest’.
Contact me for a free, initial meeting to discuss whether therapy could support you through this transition.
... Art: Hildegard (Hilda) at home.
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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it. ~ Emily Brontë
Nature Therapist in Suffolk.