The Green Room and the Tall Lady

A different kind of story. 

As a counsellor and hypnotherapist I have many people come to my office. I try to make it as inviting a place as I can. We are told it is our relationship with our clients that is most important. Yes, I agree and would like to add our office is very important as well. Have you ever changed something in your office? Did most of your clients notice right away? The story I have for you is one of closure. Not closure with my counsellor, but closure with her office. When she told me she was moving this story emerged as a way of saying good bye and thanks. 

The Green Room & The Tall Lady

 

If the little green room could write a story it would have many tales to tell. It likes its life, because for the last few years it has become the focal point of intense healing. Each day of the week it watches as its occupants work at looking inside themselves and trying to heal the pain of the past. When you are a room you don’t have issues to deal with, although you do become part of the process for others. As each hour flows into the next people enter your safe space and you get to engulf them in the security of your walls. 

The room is happy with the current owner, she is kind and compassionate. The room gets to see the pain she carries. When she is alone and has a moment to look inside herself, he watches as she puts a hand on her head and sighs, a sigh of sadness, an acknowledgment of how other people's pain touches her. He sees her strength also, a strength that comes from knowing the process works. 

He watches as she welcomes one person after another into this special space to explore the past and present. He watches as the relationship between the two of them deepens, enabling the visitor to look closer into the corners of their mind and feelings.  He marvels. When the door opens and the tall lady welcomes another guest no one really knows what will take place. The tall lady listens that is a given. The room listens also, and the guests talk. 

The room has friends: the green desk with its round carved edges. The Brown chest of drawers with the notched edges, the one the rock sits on. The rock was a gift from a visitor. The striped pillows - complicated pillows, nice to sit on, nice to hug, but, hard to hit. The little blue pillow in the plastic bag, I wonder why it lives in the plastic bag.  And the green wand with the sparkles. All these play different parts in the process becoming focal points for a wandering mind. 

 

So, what about the tall lady who has made the room her home away from home, and in a way her helper. She is fascinating. The room knows only a few more details about her than the visitors do. He knows only what he sees. She is beautiful and the beauty radiates from her soul, from her heart. There is an aloofness, but the room knows this comes more from necessity rather than desire.

You see the room does not feel the aloofness, for in her own way she is as open as a book, you just have to know how to read the book. The room sees her as an old friend. What does he know about her? She feels very deeply and she amazes the room with her deep capacity to be moved. Her tears are a reflection of her honesty. 

She is moved to tears by joy, sadness, injustice, and witnessing courage that inspires her. Her understanding comes from her own healing journey, experiencing the stories she has heard over the years and her innate wisdom. He wonders how she does it sometimes. 

He has observed how important her spiritual connection is to her. He feels she is surrounded by the spirit of the elk and that the wisdom of the Ancients keeps her connected to Mother Earth and to the Universe. 

She has never directly told him any of these things, instead she reveals herself in subtle, gentle ways, by just being herself and that is enough for him.