HERE WE ARE!

INSIDE AND OUT

Nathan and Ada are passionate practitioners and facilitators of healing experiences. We are seekers and explorers of what it means to be whole in this life.

These objects are our tools for healing.

Each represents an experience that has the potential to open us up.

THE TOOLKIT

YOGA

The spring represents strength, resilience, and flexibility. A spiral that looks of many lines, yet is truly one strand; just as yoga helps us recognize the union of our mind, body, and spirit.

MINDFULNESS

The shell is a symbol of yielding presence amidst the waves of a restless mind, and deep listening to the sounds of the vast ocean that resides within.

MUSIC

The feather represents levity, the dance of expression; riding the wind of emotion. Fallen from a bird, who’s voice is the soundtrack of our world.

STORYTELLING

The stick is a symbol of growth; a linear snapshot of the path our growth has taken to lead us from the budding, spreading tip of today all the way back to the roots where we started from.

RELATING

Leaves are a symbol of connection and community. They are many unique expressions of the same thing; all working together to feed the tree, and in turn, each other.

These experiences have the power to heal and the power to unlock the armor of fear and self doubt that many of us wear. They can be our guides towards healing, but they are not the cure in and of themselves. True healing can only ever come when we choose it.

One day while string looked at stick,

he thought, "I'm much too tangled.

Standing up straight, he looks slick!

I should be tall and not dangled."

But try as he might, fight as he may,

he could not reach as high

as stick did that day.

While talking to feather,

string felt heavy and round.

All string could think was, “She’s better!”

and "I could really loose a few pounds..."

But try as he might, fight as he may,

the weight was just in him.

He could not float away.

Then along came Ms. Shell.

She had seen every wave of the sea.

And through it all still felt well.

She was a vision of equanimity.

But try as he might, fight as he may,

string lamented and worried,

causing his fibers to fray.

He then met a spring,

who went bouncing by.

Strong, speedy and gallant;

made string feel less spry.

But try as he might, fight as he may,

he found no bounce in him.

"I’m weak," he thought with dismay.

Passing leaves, he stepped round real wide.

But as they chittered and waved,

he felt something shift down inside.

Instead of envy for the friendship he craved,

he saw himself through their eyes.

A string is enough, not depraved.

And that knowing filled him with pride.

It was then string stopped trying,

and fighting who he was.

His friends could bring healing

through their example and love.

 

He recognized his outsides as whole

as he is deep inside.

And what he thought were his holes,

were just stories in his mind.

THE STORY OF THE STRING

WE ALL GET A LITTLE TANGLED UP SOMETIMES

THE

TOOLKIT

The spring represents strength, resilience, and flexibility. A spiral that looks of many lines, yet is truly one strand; just as yoga helps us recognize the union of our mind body, and spirit.

The shell is a symbol of yielding presence amidst the waves of a restless mind, and deep listening to the sounds of the vast ocean that resides within.

The feather represents levity, the dance of expression; riding the wind of emotion. Fallen from a bird, who’s voice is the soundtrack of our world.

The stick is a symbol of growth; a linear snapshot of the path our growth has taken to lead us from the budding, spreading tip of today all the way back to the roots where we started from.

Leaves are a symbol of connection and community. They are many unique expressions of the same thing; all working together to feed the tree, and in turn, each other.

One day while string looked at stick,

he thought, "I'm much too tangled.

Standing up straight, he looks slick!

I should be tall and not dangled."

But try as he might, fight as he may,

he could not reach as high

as stick did that day.

While talking to feather,

string felt heavy and round.

All string could think was, “She’s better!”

and "I could really loose a few pounds..."

But try as he might, fight as he may,

the weight was just in him.

He could not float away.

Then along came Ms. Shell.

She had seen every wave of the sea.

And through it all still felt well.

She was a vision of equanimity.

But try as he might, fight as he may,

string lamented and worried,

causing his fibers to fray.

He then met a spring,

who went bouncing by.

Strong, speedy and gallant;

made string feel less spry.

But try as he might, fight as he may,

he found no bounce in him.

"I’m weak," he thought with dismay.

Passing leaves, he stepped round real wide.

But as they chittered and waved,

he felt something shift down inside.

Instead of envy for the friendship he craved,

he saw himself through their eyes.

A string is enough, not depraved.

And that knowing filled him with pride.

It was then string stopped trying,

and fighting who he was.

His friends could bring healing

through their example and love.

 

He recognized his outsides as whole

as he is deep inside.

And what he thought were his holes,

were just stories in his mind.

THE STORY OF

THE STRING

WE ALL GET A LITTLE TANGLED

UP SOMETIMES