Peaceful Heart Vital Body
Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Separation by W.S. Merwin
My name is Naomi Martin and I have been involved in healing for many years, firstly with massage and then with Chinese medicine, completing my qualification in 2001, with the wonderful teacher and practitioner Professor Wong Lun. After that I studied counselling, both for children and adults.
As a child, I was always stressed and anxious. I was generally "vagued out" at school, fearful and timid, preferring to get lost in the safety of a book than be involved in the rough and tumble of school life. I also had what would now be called OCD, as did other members of my family, all with different peculiar little rituals!
We travelled overseas when I was nine years' old and my fears became overwhelming, while my "little rituals" were now so distracting, they were keeping me up at night. The fearful thoughts in my head never stopped. That was when I got glandular fever, and the sheer relief was worth every swollen gland and visit to the doctor. I could relax and be taken care of. I could let go at last. What a lesson in understanding the enormous pressure stress puts on the immune system!
One day our teacher showed us into a candelit room where autumn leaves had been scattered. She then took us through a visualisation meditation. It was the greatest gift I could have asked for. This unforgettable experience ignited my love of meditation and the idea that to find my greatest treasures, I had only to look within myself and they would always be there for me
Many years of study, yoga, meditation and teaching later, I have arrived here, so passionate and still learning about the energetic system and how it responds to stress. Recent losses in my life have given me a deeper sense of what it is to feel that disconnection with my body, my spirit and with my life.
Grief has been, and continues to be, one of my toughest, most persistent and, ultimately, most compassionate teachers. While I lost all sense of purpose and meaning in my life, it was the intensity of loss which answered my most persistent questions about the truth of who I am and what my life is about. I found a delicate balance between living in the past and resisting all life has to offer with drawing on the past, with all its colours, to enrich my experience of the present. And the journey doesn't end. But even at its hardest, it reminds me that I am fully alive.
I would love to hear and listen to your story. Every experience of grief is so individual. If you would like to make an appointment or just have a chat about what I do, please feel free to get in touch.