When profound art hints at inner growth

One of the more fascinating perks of my job is when an unexpected jewel is born.  Rebekah brought forth such a jewel recently. I’d been seeing her monthly (they live 2+ hours away) since April, when her mom read about this work in Momaha.  That they were diligently doing their RMT and Brain Gym exercises, and the exercises were the right ones, was obvious in her progress.  On our first visit, Rebekah was cheerful, cooperative, but rather frantic in her movements and intense in her focus.   Not only toe-walking, but leaning forward into her environment, her attention span was quite…

Let me back up a bit.

         Sage was 23 when his (adoptive) mother first brought him to see me.  Dressed in long pants, long sleeves, and a hoodie, even in summertime heat, Sage rarely spoke, but when he did, it was in a quiet monotone, and with as few syllables as possible.  Her goal for him was to be able to express his preferences.  When asked about his goals, most often he would shrug.  If he were feeling expressive that day, he’d add “don’t know.”  For eighteen months, God bless her, Andrea kept bringing him in, despite having only small increments of progress.  I predicted…