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Fish drawing of beauty done by a Chinese girl September 2014, following a Skype session with Dr Kate.
Reaching For Hope
Private Drama 2014
Charlottesville, VA 22902
"Dr. Kate received her psychodrama training in 1981 and this is the basis of her evidenced-base Therapeutic Spiral Model to Treat Trauma"
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I'm not a professional and TSM has changed my life. Through Dr. Kate Hudgins and TSM, I have been able to live the life I deserve. I tell everyone I know about TSM and what it has done for me. I truly believe I would not be alive had it not been for this model being created and for that I thank Dr. Kate Hudgins for all she has done! I'm currently in the training program and I'm going back to college so I can pass this wonderful work onto others.
I am still in Cairo - just finished leading one 4-day introduction to Psychodrama and TSM. Now on Day 3 of a second, Level II course. (More info here: https://www.facebook.com/events/531007453639110/
The work has been very intense and enriching - in fact, I would say this has been the most satisfying experience of leading a psychodrama group that I have had.
Have thought about you a lot over the last week and all the gifts you have given me for this work.
Hope you are well.
Ben Rivers (2015)
Anger, when used as a tool can create
It opens spaces where doors have been closed
The wind of it blows forcefully
Thrashing cobwebs and clearing obstacles
Unlocking hesitation and setting it free
Pushing self-responsibility forward
And taking its hand and leading it out
Into sowing, a new beginning
The body feels lighter and less restrained
Anger, is just a feeling to be owned
To be embraced as part of our human condition
Let it be what it is, and what it can be
For teaching about frailty and vulnerability
A strong energy to be harnessed
With love and compassion
To be integrated into our humanity
To help us become whole, with pure love
For self and others.
Team member, Ottawa, Canada
Lessons of our Mother by Beth Woolbright
Home around my house,
Feral plants in my untended garden.
From days past, dirt beneath my nails.
That's the personal.
The communal is expanse.
Vast, rich cycles of resounding life.
This morning I heard it’s not the earth’s problem; it’s ours.
Through the cycles we must learn and relearn
How to tend our mother,
To respect and care for her.
Some have never forgotten.
Others know anew.
So many refuse to know.
Let our hearts be open to earth’s awesome truths.
Looking for Good by Beth Woolbright
Just writing is enough—it doesn't have to be good, even when it's a piece about finding the good in the world.
Flowers are good, except when they're stinky; but even they have a beauty and purpose.
Hummingbirds are, too, even though they can be physically bombastic towards nonchalant dogs sitting under the feeder minding their own business.
(But then I heard hummingbird feeders aren't good. They're objects for exploitation with processed sugar.)
But hummingbirds—and dogs—are good.
Just writing is enough.
"I have had a great experience studying and learning with Dr. Kate Hudgins. The clinical adaptations of the Therapeutic Spiral Model are kind and gentle enough to use in a variety of treatment situations, allowing me to help clients access their strength and courage. I've particularly loved the scientific legs Kate has put under the practices we know intuitively. The Therapeutic Spiral Model research is leading edge, giving students a solid scientific core as we enter this era of neurobiology and brain science."
Connie Lawrence James, LSW, MSW, CET II, founder of Cleveland (Ohio) Psychodrama Institute
"The experience of my dramatization with Dr. Kate Hudgins and her team took me into a truly aesthetic experience where from conflict and fragmentation one arrives to a place where there is truth, beauty, and harmony.
Kate gave me these symbolic red scissors to cut across all loose ends when things get out of control. For me, this was very meaningful experience. It made me think about cutting the umbilical cord.
The scissors also represented a sort of transitional object that she gave me to give a step further -- as it also became a symbol of the alpha function that I would be able to provide to myself: the ability to transform.
The inner urge to make this drawing was very powerful probably because I needed to materialize that object/experience to reassure and remind myself that I was really capable of using that object."
Carina Rafael, licensed art therapist and fine artist, MSc, MA, Porto, Portugal
WE COME TOGETHER
Written by NANCY ALEXANDER, LCSW-C
Dedicated to: Linda Ciotola, Connie Newton, Lisa Miller
WE COME TOGETHER
EACH OF US FROM A DIFFERENT PLACE
HELD TOGETHER BY HEART AND SOUL
CONNECTED THROUGH YEARS OF SHARING
HELD TOGETHER THROUGH TEARS AND SCARVES
THROUGH FURRY AUXILLARIES
THROUGH LAUGHTER AND PLAY
WE COME TOGETHER
THROUGH SHARED CREATIVITY
THROUGH RESCUING THOSE IN NEED
THROUGH BEING RESCUED BY THEIR NEEDS
WE COME TOGETHER THROUGH THE ONE WHO LED US
WHOSE ENERGY LEADS US STILL
OUR ROLE MODEL
OUR SPIRIT GUIDE
SURROUNDS US IN A SWIRLING BLAZE OF BLUE
SHE SURROUNDS US AND BLESSES THIS TEAM
THIS TEAM OF TRANSFORMATION
THIS TEAM OF HEALING
THIS TEAM SO UNIQUE AND SO CONNECTED
ONE INTER-CONNECTED MIND WORKING TO CHANGE LIVES
ONE HOUR AT A TIME
Currently a TSM client doing well...
Glimpses of life on Psyche Ward A2
Lion’s Gate Hospital
On Psyche Ward 2 we just sleep and eat
Though some do venture out in the street
For others they do take coffee breaks
And then there’s some who find a good mate!
The P.J.’s got no ribbon and lace
They’re all the same, so you’re not out of place
When you go outdoors to see the big dipper
In your pillow paw socks and your blue paper slippers.
The meals are filling but not too tasty
Cuz the cooks don’t spice it for us here crazies.
They don’t use salt but the pepper’s free,
Sugar’s a no no, while some eat for THREE!
The heat it makes me bake in bed
It turns me cheeks from pink to red
It makes my mouth and skin so dry,
My tongue so rough that I could cry.
Some folks bum smokes all day and night
They have no money so they gotta’ fight
To get out in the yard when the shakes set in
They’ll take a good Players over a bottle of gin.
To see ‘em puffin under the wooden gazebo
You know it’s for certain it aint’ no placebo.
The butts are a plenty that many do smoke
It’s a shame; it’s a pity, God knows they are broke.
When pill time comes, the nurses run ragged
After patients who are dozin’, roamin’, or haggard.
The rest all turn and flee the med scene
Or yell and gripe that they’re feeling quite green.
From all of the meds they hate to take
That make them dizzy or start to shake.
Fat chance they’re a fake,
You can tell by their faces
By the way they act out,
By the clues and the traces
That are etched on the doorsills, the lintels and posts
They are filled with sad memories and some of the ghosts
From their broken down dreams and unhealed traumas
Most likely they come from an absentee MAMA!!
You pray you won’t sleep in that cell on the floor
With a bottle to pee in and a guard at the door
You’re lucky you even get out for a smoke
It’s cold, dark and lonely, it’s no friggin’ joke.
The building is old and the pipes sure do show it,
They hiss and they sing ‘til you think they might blow it.
You gotta’ rise early to get a hot shower
Or you’ll come out shivering like a frozen, wet flower,
On a clear, frosty morn in this mountainous town
If you forget to remember, HEY! they’ve written it down.
Go ahead rest up while you’re hangin’ around
There’s no better Psyche Ward in VAN to be found!
The Dr’s have worked with the skills they know best
To the left brain, the right brain, you’ve had all the tests.
One day they will tell you you’re fit for society
If you keep on your meds and stick to sobriety!
So remember your dreams, they’re alive so don’t wait
You are here for a reason, it wasn’t just fate.
Think of the good times, the friendships you made
The music, the laughter and the bold renegades!
You’re here for a short time and not here to stay
Let’s hope that the blues and the voices will fade
So out with the old and in with the new
The good Lord will guide you and help see you through.
The angels stand waiting at the big pearly gates
So goodbye and farewell to the old Lion’s Gate.
With thanks and blessings for all past, present & future staff and patients at Lion’s Gate A2 Ward
February 8th, 2014
Footsteps. Pounding footsteps. Footsteps that make one's heart vibrate. How many young ones have sat on their beds and felt the floor shake, knowing that the door was about to burst open and wrath about to fall.
Is the parent who instills fear an abuser?
Three therapists have told me what I can barely stand to hear, that my father was abusive. He didn't do it often—he hit me just enough times so that the footsteps made me tremble in my bedroom, waiting for the ire. If I was defiant, he'd threaten to “box” my ears, a physical punishment no doubt inflicted by his own father, a reference to an open-handed slap to shock the inner workings of the ear. Having no true memory of it having happened, I still felt pain in my ear just by hearing the words.
Three therapists have heard me say how for a long time after I moved in with the man who was to become my husband that I tensed with fear when I'd hear him walk hard and quick down the hall. After years, I realized that I didn't have to be afraid of him, that he could be angry without hurting me.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who knew fear. She sat on her bed and heard the footsteps. She knew she was the one in trouble whether she was the one or not. She had done something wrong, something to make him angry and loud.
Sensitive little girl that she was, the anger was disapproval, disapproval of all of her, not just the wrong act.
As an adult she would rarely know anger, because in her mind other people were always right.
She'd grow up to know that she could trust her husband. And that her own footsteps were a harbinger of good things to her house rabbits—succulent dandelion greens and bok choy and banana. But when she felt fear, she was again in the bedroom responding as if to his footsteps.
How many fathers' footsteps have frightened their children?
“The Therapeutic Spiral Model is a useful tool to measure and construct a clear contract for change. It brings the left and right brain together for a comprehensive healing experience."
I have been working with Kate for one and a half years now. I suffered from an anxiety disorder and was at a desperate point in my life since all other therapies had failed. Kate and the Therapeutic-Spiral-Method made it possible for me to feel safe enough to uncover and heal some of my deepest fears and horrors. I am very grateful and can assure that Kate is a true master.
I was self-defeating and self-doubt before.
Kate and TSM helped me to believe myself, value myself and love myself.
I learn how to love and to be loved from Kate.
She is so warm and tender.
When I fell into my hole in my mind and feel fear, lonely, hurt, and anxious,
Kate held me with love and told me no shame, no blame.
She taught me to accept all my feelings to make myself complete.
Now I am a new me who can love myself and others.
Thanks Kate and TSM.
Christine Belleville, Team Member, Ottawa, Canada, wrote these daily poems during the summer residential sharing her experience of each day.
The fine line between
The willing and the wanting
Rests awhile at the threshold for change
The yearning leads us to the choice
Fear sustains the waiting
Parallel lines of being and learning
A step has been taken.
We walk the borderline
All the while
Small steps are
The clearest measurement
Tick …tick… tick… tick
Like a data counter
Entering the body
Until safety allows
For data retrieval
Acting out weaves a tapestry of pain, sorrow, and loss;
Wraps us in the skewed core belief that this is who we are!
Truth is, who we are, is shrouded by what we do;
We will create a new tapestry of truth, a new core belief;
One thread at a time…we are loveable just as we are!
In clouds of despair a light appears
Beyond the hyper aroused electricity
Outside the biological realm
Surrounds the soul with quiet
Holds the unbearable
In soft reassuring light
... Oh spirit
From complete annihilation
I am calling the butterfly
Within the cocoon
Pressing the boundaries
For freedom to be
Fly... fly... fly… away.
With the journey to transformation
There be always a storm
And a rain of tears
To wash away
There is a rainbow
Off in the horizon
A beckoning archway
To step through
A new day
A new way
I will look for the rainbow
In every storm