The Thread Between Us
After Orpheus and Eurydice
“First having read the book of myths …” by Adrienne Rich
Dear Reader,
Between therapist and client, there’s always a thread. We lift it together and follow where it leads. In that shared holding, forgotten stories surface, old patterns loosen and the child-self steps closer.
What follows is the weaving of mystery and meaning, strand by strand.
The Thread Between Us
I place the red thread beside her chair, her hands reach for it as she settles, as though some part of her remembers how far we must descend this hour. Together we cross the dim threshold where shadows call out her name and the child she was steps forward, half-lit, half-lost in vanishing light. ‘Don’t look back,' I whisper to myself, this journey belongs to her alone, I hold the thread steady between us drawing her toward her child below. Through the underworld I walk daily, where hurt and healing share a seam, she follows without disappearing, weaving her myth-line into the light.
Yours in words, Deborah
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Ah Dear Poet. The thread. The connection. The confluence. Two rivers meeting. Will one pull the other or we both merge into one new river? The thread. It must be so difficult as a therapist to sit back and create the environment for a client who has to descend their own way. At their own speed. At their own motivation. To build that safety container of trust is definitely a process. I’m sure that weaving is really slow at times. Much quicker sometimes. Beautiful imagery with this one Deborah. A line between two people. Between two minds. Two hearts. One spirit. Love. Thank you so much for all that weaving you do to help people find that red line. Bless you. 🙏❤️💫
So beautiful, so true. And we who hold the other end of the thread, weave prayer shawls.