Our creative impulse is a bridge
to our true selves,
to our healing,
and to our becoming.
Hi, I'm Maiya.
Since I can remember I have loved being immersed in the creative process. It's a place I have always felt I belonged and was invited to. As I've gone through my studies and career in music and the arts, I've realized more and more the significant impact that the arts and creative process has on our individual and collective wellness, as well as how many of us don't feel invited into this birthright of creativity.
I was brought to this field of work with a combination of my deep care and curiosity about our experiences as human beings, and a life-long impulse to create, to reflect, to make, and to shape.
To be human is to create. The body (soma) and spirit (psyche) are resources capable of leading us through times of stress, trauma, and challenge and into transformation and growth. The expressive arts, creative impulse, metaphor, embodiment, mindfulness... all are bridges that serve to familiarize us ever more deeply with our inner and outer resources for growth and development, individually and collectively.
I am a certified Expressive Arts Therapist and a Registered Therapeutic Counsellor (RTC via ACCT).
My other fields of practice and study include:
*Hakomi (Mindfulness-Centered Somatic Psychotherapy)
*Ancestral healing work, namely through the work of Daniel Foor PhD (https://ancestralmedicine.org/)
*Jungian Somatics through study with Jane Clapp
Beannacht/Blessing by John O'Donohue
On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets into you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green
and azure blue,
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.