A life affirming way to move imaginatively towards an embodied sense of wellbeing, connection and purpose
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Noriko Oka, MA, RCC Expressive Arts Therapist Registered Clinical Counsellor
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EXPRESSIVE ARTS THERAPY
Rooted in a somatic, sensory, imaginal, play-based RIGHT BRAIN approach
Shape your world in the here and now with a beginner's mind
SOUND MOVEMENT VISUAL ART DRAMA WRITING SAND TRAY
Discover where movement flows with a sense of spaciousness and ease (laughter may be a side effect).
Make sense of your world in a co-creative, experiential and process-oriented way
Cut to the heart of the matter AHA! landing in embodied essence. No background in art is necessary...just a sense of curiosity.
Shape your world in the here and now with a beginner's mind
SOUND MOVEMENT VISUAL ART DRAMA WRITING SAND TRAY
Discover where movement flows with a sense of spaciousness and ease (laughter may be a side effect).
Make sense of your world in a co-creative, experiential and process-oriented way
Cut to the heart of the matter AHA! landing in embodied essence. No background in art is necessary...just a sense of curiosity.
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Since 2005, I have been fortunate to work with diverse communities across the whole spectrum of life in various clinical and community settings. As a late bloomer, I eventually found my way to this field while immersed in my love of clay and inspired by the war time stories of resilience shared by Japanese Canadians elders with whom I served at Momiji Centre. The convergence of these two realms set me on a path towards my true calling as an expressive arts therapist.
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Photo: Carmina Articona
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Wild Geese
You do not have to be good
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Mary Oliver
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Blessed as an uninvited guest to work, play and create within the unceded lək̓ʷəŋən territory also known as the Songhees and Esquimalt nations. Embracing indigenous wisdom to learn how to cherish the world, honour interconnectedness and live in harmony with nature.
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