sabrinamari | Reposted from my Mastermind Group

vgnwtch wrote,

"I keep going back to the Clay Buddha story: monks have golden statue of Buddha; monks get wind of an attack; monks cover golden Buddha with clay to make it look like a worthless statue; war rages and monks forget the golden Buddha's in there; generations pass and monks revere clay statue because their predecessors did; someone moves the statue and drops it by mistake; clay falls off to reveal... GOLDEN BUDDHA! I want that story to be the basis of how I and others treat ourselves, each other and our clients. No matter how much shit is on the outside, somewhere deep inside is a GOLDEN BUDDHA!, and it doesn't matter how small that is or how deeply it's buried. It's in there somewhere, and it needs to be recognised. Doesn't mean we have to like the clay or disregard the clay or just pretend it's not there in order to show how virtuous we are; sometimes that clay is toxic. In the therapy room, though, it's important to remember that the clay's the way in to the valuable individual in front of us. Or the individual we are.

I love envisaging the clay drying out and dropping off me so that I shine in the sunlight. Sometimes it's far thicker than others. It's always a relief."

This is so perfectly descriptive of the work I'm doing with myself and others that I'm adopting it as my new battle cry:

"GOLDEN BUDDHA!"