In my work as psychotherapist and life coach, concepts and insights are conveyed through metaphor. Today's story is called 'the path' and connects with the neuroplastic nature of the human brain...more of that later.
As Judy looked across the field, she could see the daffodils quite clearly on the brow of the hill.
Like a golden sea, they moved and swayed, wave upon wave of yellow flowers.
‘I would love to be there’ thought Judy
‘What a wonderful place to sit and relax for a while, up on the hill, breathing in the cool fresh air.
She opened the gate to the field and started to follow the path, hoping it would lead her to the daffodils.
But after a while, she realised the path was taking her into some woods. Still she followed the path hoping it would branch off at some point.
Further and further into the woods she went as it grew darker and darker around her. The undergrowth was quite dense here and the thorns threatened to tear her clothing.
The leaves formed a heavy canopy over her head so the no sunlight permeated the trees and Judy began to feel quite cold.
After a while, Judy decided to turn around and find her way back to the gate where she looked across at the shimmering hill in the distance.
It became clear to Judy that she could not get to the flowers through the wood and so she set off, straight across the field, her feet treading down the grass beneath her, walking in a straight line with the daffodils ahead of her, keeping them in her eye line, it was easy to see where she was going until, at last she came to them, breathing in the heady aroma of spring.
And from up there on the hill, amongst the golden daffodils, things looked different and, looking back, Judy could see the new path that she had made through the green grass.
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