The Ethics of Caring is written for all caregivers, including psychotherapists, bodyworkers, medical practitioners, clergy, hypnotherapists, and acupuncturists, who want to become more conscious in their relationships with clients. It provides unique help to volunteer and professional caregivers who want to sort out confusing ethical dilemmas in seven categories including love, truth, insight, and oneness as well as the more well-known ethical issues of money, sex, and power.
Ethical issues pertain to longings, feelings, and motivations which resonate at our very core.
Powerful, shared experiences in the context of the therapeutic relationship can bring to the surface compelling fears, needs, and longings in both the client and the caregiver. It offers a new model of self-examination which deepens the therapeutic relationship and can prevent the harmful consequences of ethical misconduct
My dear proud brother,
I know why you’ve always struggled to truly, fully love every woman you’ve ever wanted to truly, fully love.
I know why every romance you’ve ever indulged in for more than a sweet, fleeting moment soon threatened to overwhelm you.
I know why you still sometimes feel the urge to run from the burdens of relationship toward the promise of freedom in quiet, faraway hills where no woman will ever find you—and why you may be tempted to stay there forever.
I also know why you always return to her…and why you always will.
Because you’re not just merely a man; you’re a goddamn warrior for Love.
Deep in the marrow of your masculine core, you know you didn’t come here to play safe and pass time, simply scoring goals and notches on your bed post, or making money and fragile monuments to your pride.
You came here to throw down with life, to get bloody and muddy earth all over your soul, as you charge gallantly each day beyond the edges of your hard-earned comfort zone.
You are wise, ancient stardust sculpted into mighty earth come alive. You are a volcano with a hot molten heart at your core, risen to offer your authentic love even in the face of forces that would overwhelm lesser men.
I know what’s been asked of you in this lifetime isn’t easy.
But if you’re ready to claim your birth-right as a King amongst Kings, a heart-centred warrior-protector of the planet and all things true and good and beautiful, then it’s time you learn how to love a wild woman in her deliciously untameable fullness.
And you are ready to love all of her, because you’re a goddamn warrior.
I know your fathers and brothers and schoolyard playmates warned you to be wary of her. Through stern faces masking an ignorance they dare not confess, they insisted that the emotions and tears and unpredictable extremes of a feminine heart have no place in the productive, rational world of a “real man.”
Either flee or subdue the unpredictable heart of any woman in your midst, they cautioned, lest her raw power snap all your straight lines, ruin your portfolio and mercilessly break your fragile grip on sanity.
But you don’t buy that bullshit anymore.
Oh, I know you still tremble at the thought of her fiery Kali spirit unleashed like a hurricane in your world. You’ve been gutted and wrecked countless times by awful perversions of love. Too many women in their own fear and immaturity have assigned you the Mission Impossible task of making them happy and then tried to hang you when you failed.
Your psyche has been so badly burnt you can barely imagine anymore the woman who would inspire your devotion.
Fortunately, my good man, all that agony was just warrior boot camp.
Every chaotic, heart-wrenching love affair only served to bleed out the immature and wounded parts of you that would otherwise overthrow your Kingly heart.
You didn’t know it, but life has been preparing you for what’s about to happen: your unconditional surrender to a dazzling love that will sweep through you like a wildfire at dawn.
When she arrives, this love will finally teach you how to breathe through your heart down your spine and into your balls so you can stand full and courageous before the fire-breathing dragons life will never stop sending at you.
Naturally, your woman will train you with your own dragons, the ones still lurking in your shadows. She will know exactly where to find them and which spells turn them against you. She’ll delight in casting those spells, too, but only because she revels in watching you, with hungry, primal eyes, claim your mastery.
For that’s her greatest gift to you: mastery in devotion to love.
She will send those dragons after you whenever she doubts your commitment—not your commitment to her little tyrant ego’s selfish demands. No, she’s done her deep inner work enough to know we didn’t come to serve that scavenger dog.
It’s your commitment to love’s will that she wants to trust deeply. That’s the only way she’ll know you won’t abandon her and run for the hills when her own dragons get loose and try to set your hair on fire.
Oh, it’s gonna be spectacular, my brother!
For this journey of devotion is your awakening to the massive truth of who you already are: love, itself!
So give up once and for all using women’s healing energy to fill the goddess-size hole that ages of patriarchy ripped out of your heart.
Stop trying to shrink women into cute, manageable little pets who ask so little of you, and who you can easily love and accept. That just turns them into not enough for your daring soul, anyway.
You don’t need some passive sex-toy with an off-switch that you keep in the closet. You need a spirited sorceress singing shaman songs beside you as you sharpen your sword for battle, because you’re a goddamn warrior, after all.
You’re ready for the sacred quest to love all of her.
She will serve you well on this journey, for this one likes to run with the wild things. She will shine like bright starlight in your eyes and dance like fire to light your way home to your true self.
But it’s only her courage to offer you the fullness of her feminine soul, from her rage to her radiance, that will truly help you navigate deeper into the mystical realms of devotion. No timid woman will ever do for a true warrior.
Your muse is looking for you, my brother, and she’ll probably show up all smiley and sweet-scented. But make no mistake: she will be the best teacher of unconditional love you have ever known.
I suggest you leave your armour behind for this quest. Protecting yourself will only keep away what you most deeply desire, anyway.
Learning to love all of her will require you leave everything behind, actually, except your own authentic heart.
For she’s aching for nothing less than your true authentic heart to step up and boldly claim the untold treasures buried deep within her own.~
~ Bryan Reeves
Via relaties ervaren we de wereld
Privé of zakelijke relaties gaan soms minder soepel. Mensen die emotioneel dichtbij elkaar staan krijgen soms meer van elkaar te zien dan hen lief is. Dan komen er spanningen, meestal door onuitgesproken verwachtingen en onbewuste verlangens. Soms door relationele onkunde en soms door angst. Dan verminderd de communicatie en groeit de emotionele afstand. Verliezen we het doel van ons samenzijn met de ander. Of we ervaren stress elders in ons leven wat dan zijn weerslag heeft op onze sexualiteit en ons geestelijk en lichamelijk welzijn.
Hierdoor slaat je lichaam spanningen op. Als een grote batterij. Hoe is jouw relatie-batterij geladen? Positief of negatief?
Kost jouw relatie je energie of is de relatie voedend en stimulerend. Voel je je gesteund als mens in je zijn en in je groei?
BodyMind zorgt eerst dat een of beide partners met zichzelf in verbinding staan. Dat hun eigen BodyMind balans hersteld is. Pas dan kan de onderlinge relatie aandacht krijgen. Soms is dat voldoende. En soms gaan we verder door ook de onderlinge verbinding te versterken. Middels gesprekken en/of een BodyMind sessie. Al naar gelang wat zich aandient.
Soms heb je iets af te sluiten in een verbroken relatie of heb je een frisse start nodig na een break-up. Hiervoor is een BodyMind sessie ideaal. Om weer tot je kern te komen en vrij in de wereld te staan.
Rust in jezelf geeft rust in je relaties
“Knowledge of each other, not of the flesh but through the flesh, knowledge of self, the real him, the real her, in extremis, the mask slipped from the face…”
Every other version of oneself is on offer to the public. We share our vivacity, grief, sulks, anger, joy… we hand it out to anybody who happens to be standing around, to friends and family with a momentary sense of indecency perhaps, to strangers without hesitation. Our lovers share us with the passing trade. But in pairs we insist that we give ourselves to each other. What selves? What’s left? What else is there that hasn’t been dealt out like a deck of cards?