A week late and literally just climbing out from the unconscious shadow. I do this, start the workshop, then go deep into the shadows and process. I'm struggling with articulating what's happening underneath with this workshop, I just know, I signed up for it, knowing the container Dane creates delivers the deep transformative work needed for me to become visible. As the tears start, I'm calling out my fear in keeping myself locked up. Well, that's the result, the fear is being seen, really seen and what would that be like? The visceral reaction to that... death! And being locked up, there's something there too. The fear of being contained, and yet I do that to/for myself. Off to do the work.