It’s now clear that my life has moved in phases, seven year phases to be precise! The ninth phase was just starting when I wrote Ode to Coumeenole including the verse ‘Seven year Phases’ about the first 56 years, or so! In the ninth phase, I sang great Irish and Italian songs on the streets of Ireland and in the tenth, I rested a while with my Love, in the charming city of Derry.
Recently, I discovered Hakomi as a way of therapy. It blew me away! It goes directly to the heart of the matter, by-passing my busy mind and in my case, that’s no easy feat! I’ve been wrong before I know but, I have a strong sense Hakomi will feature somewhat in the coming eleventh phase.
“[Hakomi] Therapy is first about discovery. It’s about who you are and about what your deepest emotional attitudes are. It’s not just about who you think you are. It’s not opinion. It’s not something you can know with the intellect. It’s about who you are in the very heart of yourself. That’s the flavour of psychotherapy, discovering yourself, discovering your real attitudes towards the most important pieces of your life” – Ron Kurtz, founder of Hakomi
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I’m again in a challenging place, especially with regard to how I intend to express myself publicly, and thus far, Hakomi has helped hugely to still my mind and give me a sense of peace around gender identity which has been, in many ways, the bane of my life! I’ve struggled, with my sexuality and gender for decades and I still find it a difficult and troubling subject. That’s the truth. I have found some solace in Hakomi in as much as it has lead me to be in my own essence without judgement. My dream would be that I could see all my ‘issues’ as a gift to both myself and those about me.
Seven year Phases
The first one was with her, the second was not
At the third one I lost him but never forgot
In the fourth I was broken on the back of a friend
In the fifth I depressed and tempted the end
In the sixth and the seventh, with family I stayed
In the eight one, in madness and ‘frillies’ I strayed
The ninth has just started, who knows what will be
Just do what is Willed and see what you see
As it turned out to be, the ninth was quite good
I spent most of my time, ‘singing-for-living’, on the streets where I stood
In the tenth I was rescued; I was cared for, and more …
I was rooted and grounded like Phase One, before
In the Great City of Derry, I was lovingly changed
By a beautiful people, well versed in life’s chains
You may have read “Seven year Phases” in Ode To Coumeenole?