Transformation of a Main Manager
The IFS session starts with a swinging door. A young part of me goes though it and finds her very distraught mother on hands and knees washing the kitchen floor.
"No one appreciates how hard I work." the mother laments.
The girl doesn't know what to do or how to help her Mommy.
Later in the session the situation transforms.
So I began this wall hanging wanting to make a gateway with transforming sparkly material. I thought there would be several figures that could transform so I sketched them in.
This simplified down to a well defined doorway and one central figure with a big radiating heart.
The woman began to look like a goddess. Her upraised arms reinded me of horns. She's supporting a radiant child. I didn't want to give her a face because she felt architypal.
On the bottom I saw how to make two children. This one doesn't know what to do.
As the session progressed and we learned about the child's burden, she wanted to show us something before we left that time and place.
She took us back though the swinging door from the kitchen to the living room and showed us the beautiful house her mother had made.
To honor the house I add a roof inside the gateway and later, a little house spirit at the peek.
Although the child on the left doesn't know what to do, the child on the right has a different attitude.
The woman looked too removed without a face, so I gave her the top part of her face, but not a mouth. After this transformation my main manager doesn't speak very much.
Still something was missing. I added the pink beads to embrace the figures.
In the final version, the pink beads have an extra hitch as the bead encircle the figures. It just looks better that way.
Two dramatic incidents happened around the time of making this work.
In one I was on our boat ready to release the mooring. It was so loud I could not hear, but I thought the skipper gave the sign to release the mooring.
I did and looked back. The skipper was not ready to sail. We were heading straight toward the pile driver that was making all the noise.
I had one chance to grab the mooring pendant. As I reached for it I realized that the voice in my head that said, "No Matter How Hard You Try You Will NEVER Get It Right" was gone.
And I grabbed the mooring pendent easily.
Several months later the critical voices in my head stopped. It feels like this manager has shifted from guarding to guiding. What a marvelous shift.