Psychodramatist, Educator, Community Worker, Dancer, Story-Teller and Dreamer
Scene-setting for the psychodrama of my life:
* Western District sheep farm
* Local bush school
* Convent boarding school
* Various convent locales in Melbourne during my forty-two years as a nun, educator and community worker.
* My return to secular living and my present work as a psychodramatist, group trainer and dream group facilitator.
Enough scenes you say? Certainly enough to conjure up what seems like a cast of thousands - the auxiliaries and audience from all sorts of social milieux and walks of life, the ever-changing protagonist "me" and the director I have always sensed to be present.
The Drama:
As a I look into the heart of my life, I can identify the fires which seem to burn, the passions which animate who I am and who I want to become:-
1) My sense of the land of my being and my desire to explore it in depth. This fire was lit in childhood as I explored the physical landscape and developed an innate sense of the presences it contains. Religious life took this into spiritual realms. My life among aboriginal people during my years as a nun returnd me to a sense of the spirit in the land and heightened an appreciation of the link between earth and spirit.
2) My life-long love of reading and story-telling and the scope these provide for a rich and imaginative life. Fairy tale, folk tale and myth, in particular, paint in broad strokes the big themes of human experience.
3) The world of dreams, so archetypically linked with the stories mentioned above, yet so perfectly adapted to the details of the individual life acting as they do, as inner wisdom and guide.
4) The centrality of the body to the dance of life. I am so grateful to J. L. Moreno for introducing me to the spontaneous dance of psychodrama and the body freedom this elicits. This has become the salsa and cha-cha-cha of my present, giving me the freedom to explore the ever-widening dimensions of things.
The Sharing:
The above, I know is the bare bones of my experience, never really complete or perfectly understood until there is some response, spoken or otherwise, from the other, you, the reader, today.
I imagine you before me now. I find myself mirrored in your eyes, through the lens of your own experience and feelings.
This interchange closes the curtain on things.
It's what makes me whole.