Embodied insight ~ an ode to Clarity

how She arrives through welcoming Complexity

In physiotherapy training, clarity was often equated with certainty; a kind of confident knowing that was expected to emerge quickly, logically, and with justification. It was something to arrive at, to declare.

And yet, I often sensed that what was being named as clarity didn’t always feel true ~ especially when it bypassed the complexity of what was unfolding in real time, in bodies.

At the time, I didn’t realise that part of why I couldn’t locate true clarity was because I hadn’t yet developed the capacity to stay with uncertainty ~ in my body, in relationship, or in the unknown. I had never been supported to feel uncertainty as something I could inhabit, rather than resolve. I was too close, too entangled, too urgent.

It wasn’t until I began to experience uncertainty with safety, through somatic training and a different kind of relational presence, that something began shifting.

My system started slowly expanding.

I began to stay longer with what was unclear, contradictory, or unresolved ~ not as a performance of tolerance, but as a practice of trust in my own sensing.

This expansion wasn’t a cognitive skill. It was a felt widening that let me track complexity without shutting down.

And from that place, Clarity didn’t arrive as an answer.

She emerged.

Not through effort, through spaciousness.

It felt less like “knowing” and more like recognising what I already sensed ~ now with enough space around it to trust its shape.

So much of my work now, both with clients and with peers, is not about teaching clarity, but cultivating the somatic conditions where it can arise ~ when the system is ready.

It’s not about replacing certainty.

It’s about learning to discern clarity from a place of embodied presence, rather than urgency.

An Ode to Clarity

(How My Body Taught Me to Stay Long Enough to Know)

Certainty was currency

a gateway to higher Knowing

and Clarity was expected

fast, confident, neatly justified

and yet the truth is

I could rarely find Her

not in a way that felt true

I didn’t know, then

that I was trying to name Clarity

from a body that had never been allowed

to stay with Uncertainty

lifelong curiosities

Follow

Followed

Following

an opening of experience

a slow, whole-body widening

that let Complexity live

without demanding resolution

not toward an answer

but toward space

Time

a quiet depth

a tending to evergreen

a spreading intelligence that

let Doubt live

without collapse

in shape and form and wisdom

I remember the fog

surrounding, cycling

surging and quiet

lurking shadows at the edge

widening cracks

light weaving

dancing through dimness

Time folding

folding

soft edges

folding again

an endlessness

ambiguous

amorphous

soft

alive

maybe you know this place

where Knowing and Unknowing

exist together

side by side

sometimes in Rhythm

sometimes out of step

no ground beneath

insides matching outsides

Presence uninterrupted

ageless

limitless

met far beyond the

edgeless field, simply to be

unknowing and free

no tidy answers

no clear paths

just a Rhythm

moving

pulsing

unexpected

playful

daring

alive

watching the blueprints

of old patterning

surface

as echo

as trace

Life, Herself

unfolding

Leading

Time stretched wide

we shared lungs

a preserving

of Time together

remembering Time together

honouring Time together

how Togetherness inhabited Life

and we inhabited Togetherness

these days

Clarity moves differently

not all at once

She senses

in the Rhythm of staying

in the body’s quiet trust

that something will take form

when it’s ready

sometimes

Clarity is the shift

in how the body rests

against what once felt unbearable