The Next Octave of My Sacred Song: Healing. Teaching. Becoming.

brynlmt
Apr 30
2 min read

Updated: May 1

There’s a moment in healing where the question quietly shifts.

Not “When will I be better? ”But… “Who am I becoming through this?”

I’ve been living inside that question.

This past stretch of recovery has not been linear, graceful, or particularly poetic on most days. It has been humbling. It has asked me to slow in ways I didn’t consent to, to listen more deeply than I sometimes wanted to, and to meet the edges of my identity-especially the one that has been so intertwined with hands-on work.

For decades, my hands have been my instruments. My way of listening. My way of serving.

And now… the music is changing.

What I’m discovering is this: my medicine was never just in my hands. It lives in how I see. How I guide. How I hold space for others to remember themselves.

Teaching isn’t the backup plan, it's the next octave.

There’s grief in that. And also… a kind of quiet excitement I didn’t expect.

Because when I step into the classroom now, I’m not coming from doing. I’m coming from distillation.

From everything I’ve lived, practiced, questioned, and refined.

And this August, I get to step into that space in a way that feels deeply aligned.

I’ll be co-teaching (along with my dear colleague, Erica Grossman) in Upstate New York with my beloved teacher and lineage holder, Dr. Rosita Arvigo.

There’s something incredibly meaningful about this moment.

To stand alongside the woman who has shaped so much of my path…while simultaneously stepping more fully into my own voice within the work.

This class is not just about technique.

Yes, we will be teaching the foundations and applications of abdominal therapy. Yes, there will be hands-on learning, anatomy, and clinical skill-building.

But beneath all of that, what we are really offering is an invitation:

To listen differently. To touch with presence rather than agenda. To understand the abdomen and pelvis not just as a collection of organs, but as a living landscape of story, rhythm, and intelligence.

If you’ve been feeling the call to deepen your practice…to refine your hands…or to reconnect with why you entered this work in the first place…

This is the room.

And for me, it feels like a threshold.

A returning. A re-rooting. A becoming.

I’m not “back” in the way I once was.

I’m here in a new way.

And if that resonates with you… I would love to meet you there.

More details about the August New York class coming soon. Stay close.