Training our Inner Sheepdog

“Suddenly every horse was down, kicking and grunting helplessly in the mud. They lost their heads. They seemed to like to jump off into the ponds. We tugged, hauled, kicked at the brutes; unpacked the sacks, lugged them to shore, pulled on tie ropes, tails; battered heads, poured water down nostrils till they hissed like serpents. One was out, another was down. Oh, our beautiful oaths! Hot, hungry, dizzy, insane with mosquitos, we struggled waist-deep in yellow muck, unsnarling slimy cinches, packing, repacking shivering, exhausted beasts. It was endless.”
— Robert Dunn, Shameless Diary of an Explorer

The Shameless Diary of an Explorer is a tale about the first ascent up Mt. McKinley. What is most striking about the book is how very hard this trip was —but not just hard from a high adventure standpoint, but hard from it being really hard, messy, relentless work. One of my favorite parts of the book is that they had to buy pack horses to pack their gear across Alaska and into the mountain range. But they didn’t buy pack horses because you couldn’t. They had to buy wild horses and train them to be pack horses.  And if you know anything about wild horses, they are not very keen on being tame, especially when trained by people who have never trained horses. The outcome of all of this is that the expedition party would set out walking miles with their horses, through mud and muck with horrible biting flies and mosquitos. Then the horses would freak out and break loose and run away, all the miles back to where they had started the day. Not liking the packs on their backs, they would roll and rub off the packs—containing all the food and gear, into the wet bogs. And the expedition party would have to walk all the way back to where they had broken camp that morning, picking up their lost gear, drying out food and clothes and rounding up the horses. They would have lost all the ground they had gained, and have less gear to show for it. This happened repeatedly.

I loved this description because I have lived there. I knew exactly what it felt like to have my inner, frightened wild horses break loose and run back to base camp. I knew how frustrated I was to have to walk all the way back to get them, picking up my gear along the way.

For most people who have lived through long term trauma, the story comes out in bits and pieces. There is an odd paradox that you can feel like you have so much to tell, and then when you try, it feels like all you have is the same story over and over. Some stories seem to stand for the whole. Sometimes it can take so much courage to say one sentence and in saying it you feel like you have told the whole story, and really, all you have given was the headline: I thought I was going to die. Often you  come out with different sentences and feel like you have all of this emotion and you aren’t saying anything at all. It can feel so disorganized.

The Blue Hill Fair takes place for three days over every labor day weekend in Blue Hill, Maine. There are horse pulls and oxen pulls and pie eating contests. There is a midway with rides and King and Queen French Fries. From atop the ferris wheel you can see out over the Blue Hill Bay.  I loved this fair long before I ever attended it in person because it is where Charlotte the spider saves Wilbur the pig in Charlotte’s Web. The fair can feel like a pilgrimage for a child self who wants to believe there is goodness in the world—that there really is ‘some pig!’ 

My favorite reason to go to the fair is to watch the Northeast Sheepdog trials. Sheepdog trials have three key players: the dog handler, the sheepdog and the sheep. The handler must use the sheepdog to guide the sheep through an obstacle course in a predetermined path. The sheepdog and the handler work together to try to get the sheep through the course. The sheep are always consistent—they are terrified and disorganized. And the sheep tend to make each other more frenzied and anxious. The sheepdog is often torn: Do I want to please my master or do I want to act like a wolf and go after the sheep? Follow my training or follow my instinct? You can almost watch the inner conflict of the sheepdog as it both follows and then ignores its handlers, it’s muscles twitching. The handlers are all really different. Some use whistles, some yell commands. Some are quiet and some sound angry.

Your brain on trauma looks a lot like the sheep. Your thoughts can get away from you, running around, bumping into each other—with a wild look in their eyes. As you begin to get your story out—your words and feelings can feel a lot like the sheep---the sheep come out of the pen and begin to try to find the path through, but the sheepdog—the part of your brain that will help you talk and think and trust— is young and untrained. At first, the sheepdog is almost afraid of the sheep—and chases after them. The handler works on getting the sheepdog to listen to the most basic commands, but while the sheep dog is learning the commands, the sheep run amok. It’s all you can do to get them back in their pen at the end of the day. This is another reason I am keen on a solid preparation phase for healing. If the sheepdog can learn some of the commands before the sheep are let loose, it’s easier to use the sheepdog to shepherd them.

Other days, it can feel like the sheepdog is a wild maniac who won’t even let the sheep out of the pen—instead—it sits in front of the pen, tensely growling at you and growling at them and everything feels stuck and anxious. The sheepdog wants to make sure that no one ever sees the sheep or hears from the sheep. That’s the thing about healing—it never feels in balance, it never feels smooth. The sheepdog trials are the culmination of years of work between handler and dog. So much patience. So much care. So many missteps. So much love.

The thing that can catch you off guard or the thing that can make this phase of healing feel like punishment is that it begins because you feel good. For the slightest moment you give up your vigilance, or your mistrust, or your cynicism, or your need to control, or whatever you favorite form of protection is—and you lean on someone or something. You let go and for a moment you feel something else. I can’t say that the experience is positive or negative—it’s new. It is new and it shakes up the system. It is both the wild sheep feelings and the new experience of handler and dog working together. You get the new because you risk the old. You get the new and something changes.

A few summers ago when I was watching the sheepdog trials, the man whose job it was to watch the sheep who were waiting to go in wasn’t watching so carefully. In the ring there was a dog and the handler and the four sheep. The dog and the handler started their round with the sheep--moving them along the course, over a bridge, through a gate. And then suddenly, four more sheep broke through the barrier and jumped in the ring. Which is just what it can feel like when you are healing and get overwhelmed. You had a plan, you were figuring it out. You were moving things along, and suddenly, there are four more sheep with eyes full of terror. 

The handler looked lost, as did the announcer of the event. But not the dog. He completely took it in stride. He looked around, and if he could have spoken, he would have said, “I’ve got this.” He immediately went to move the extra four sheep through the elements of the course.

Because it was a competition they had to stop the round. But the dog had already shined, had already taught us all a wonderful lesson. He didn’t lose his head. He didn’t do anything special. In a bad situation he just took what he knew and put it in to practice. He looked to his handler, he reined in the sheep. And most of all he looked around and said with every fiber of his being, “I've got this.”

© 2023/2015 Gretchen L. Schmelzer, PhD

On nests, incubators, and what it takes to heal our tender shoots of new growth

“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.”
— Henry Miller

On the other side of the deck of the house where I am staying is a lattice support for a hearty clematis vine. And tucked inside the vine and the lattice, a robin has built her nest. I have watched and listened over the course of Spring as the hatchlings have moved from peeping invisibly to sitting on the edge of the nest with open mouths waiting for mother to return with their meals.

There is no growth without a nest.

I have been thinking a lot about nests, about incubation, and especially about the idea of incubators. Places where vulnerable infants heal. About what it takes for the premature, the vulnerable, and the hurt inside of us to heal and grow. Thinking about the aspects of healing that can show up years into a long process -when hurt aspects emerge and are not yet ready to withstand the elements of the outside world.

So much of what we think of when we think of healing focuses on what you do. It focuses on action. But there needs to be attention, not just on doing, but on the container in which the doing happens. On what holds you while you are healing. On your nest, or, if the situation requires, your incubator.

Healing is a non-linear process. I have described it as cyclical—as a healing cycle—a process where you cycle through stages. And yet even describing it as a cycle can make it sound more consistent –or the work you need to do-- as more consistent—than it can can feel. There is an intermittentness to healing. There are stretches of time that go by quickly and there are periods of time that are slow and gentle, or even completely still.

I know incubators aren’t usually discussed when thinking about adults. Incubators are for infants or the newly hatched of an organism. An incubator is a piece of equipment used ‘to maintain environmental conditions suitable’ for a pre-term or vulnerable infant. It is intended to create the right conditions for development (e.g., heat, oxygen) and it protects the vulnerable infant from impingement and overstimulation. An incubator is an environment of intentional nourishment and protection.

Healing can be so confusing. I can hear you ask: I thought I was supposed to be ‘working hard?’ What about challenging and stretching myself? What about the zone of proximal development—that place out of our reach where we stretch to and heal and grow? This is exactly why healing isn’t a simple one-size-fits-all solution—across individuals or groups, or even, within an individual across time. It takes discernment to observe where you are in the continuum from zone of proximal development (appropriate stretch and challenge) to a place that needs incubation (a place that needs tender care.)

I’ve said before that trauma shatters -- but when trauma shatters, not everything is equally broken. And in our course of healing, we can sometimes repair things enough for now. Meaning—we can get ourselves moving—or we can use our stronger, and least detrimental, or more socially acceptable defenses to keep ourselves moving forward in our lives. So not everything gets healed or healed fully. We have parts of ourselves that have waited patiently to heal.

Healing repeated trauma isn’t just about what happened. It’s also how we protected ourselves from trauma, and what didn’t happen while the trauma was occurring.

And it is our old protections –that worked so well to help us survive—that often keep us from being able to learn or practice what didn’t happen. This is where the idea of the incubator comes in. It’s a protective external environment so you don’t have to use your protective internal defenses. It’s a nest bigger than the one you created internally to survive.

The amazing thing about the power of healing is that despite the fact that you can create these defenses that seem to keep everything out—new tender shoots of healing and growth still emerge. And when these tender shoots emerge you need something else besides doing— you need an incubator.

Sometimes these moments show up because the world offers you an exit ramp or a period of slowness—and your job, as Miller states, is to recognize that tender shoot as your own. You may be aware of the hurt—you are exhausted, you are in pain, you can feel or see your wounds. This can be hard, but it makes seeking or leaning into a supportive environment a bit easier because it comes with an understandable narrative---it comes with a way to explain it to yourself and others.

But it can be even harder if you recognize the tender shoot or old wound and have to intentionally seek out a nest or incubator on your own: the day off, the week off or a sabbatical of some sort. Yes, it can be hard to recognize them when they show up. But the real challenge is to seek or create an incubator for the that thing that is newly healing, that needs more time, space, love, care—to grow and take hold. It can be hard to explain, and hard to see—and it may not make sense to you or anyone around you. These tender places often defy language or logic. You can feel the need but may have a hard time describing it in language that you think others will understand. You may have a hard time describing in language that you can understand.

But there are also different kinds of understanding—and when we are healing often we seek the kind of understanding that lives in our minds. But the kind of healing that needs incubation is made up of a different sort of knowing. A knowing that lives somewhere in our hearts or bodies. A knowing that I have described before as  living in your bones. A knowing that is as undeniable as it seems to be invisible or ephemeral. And this knowing requires, not more knowledge, but instead, faith. A faith in the wisdom you have that recognizes and protects the need slowness. A faith in your longing for an environment of protection and nourishment. And it requires a faith in your inner voice asking you to trust in the process of growth.

© 2023 Gretchen L. Schmelzer, PhD

Incremental is Transformational for Healing

“Because no one ever learned to walk by walking.”
— Moshe Feldenkrais

No one ever learned to walk by walking. It’s hundreds and hundreds of attempts and so many different motions and muscles and movements that come together that allows us to learn to walk. And healing is a lot like that too. It’s hundreds and hundreds of attempts and different motions and muscles and movement that come together to allow us to heal—to do something new, do something again. To reach forward. To move again in our lives, in our hearts, in our relationships.

I am talking about healing from trauma, but I could just as easily be talking about grieving the loss of a spouse or child, or the loss of a job, or the loss of a marriage. I could be talking about the physical healing from hip surgery or knee surgery or stroke or heart surgery. All of these things have their own trajectory. All of these things heal in pieces, in increments over time.

I think one of the most helpful things you can learn while you are healing from trauma is that you heal in steps. You loosen things up, you untangle them, you increase your range of motion, you expand your capacity to hold things. It’s the coming together of all of the pieces that allow you to move freely again. It’s not one set of moves and it’s not the same set of moves for each person.

But here’s the thing. You can’t just learn to tolerate the small steps of healing. You have to find a way to get excited about them, love them, be curious about them, celebrate them.

I’ve written about how healing was developmental, but it is also incremental. It is made up of these small steps which are building blocks. But incremental leads to something bigger.  In the world of writing about change there has been this weird false dichotomy created about ‘incremental’ change versus ‘transformational’ change—as if they weren’t interrelated. As if you could actually get transformational change without incremental change. We don’t pay attention to the incremental. We don’t pay attention to each muscle capacity a baby learns: the arched back, the lift of the head, stretch of the shoulders. We don’t celebrate each small move, we celebrate sitting, standing, walking. But these huge transformations are built on increments. Incremental leads to development, to transformation—to the big shifts that we want. You can’t always see how the small steps are coming together until they do.

I had a child client many years ago who created a game we played together. He would draw a picture using as few lines as possible, and I had to guess what the picture would be. If I couldn’t guess, he would add a line. And then another, and then another until it became a picture. And even then there would be surprises. On one particular occasion, he finished the picture and said, “Do you know what it is now?” And I said, “No.” And he said, “It’s a portrait of you, if you were a duck.” So as you are putting pieces together, you have to be ready for surprises. You have to be willing to see yourself in a whole new light.

When I say that healing is incremental, what do I even mean? What I mean is that you have to work on the pieces in increments that can feel solid and doable. When I had kids who couldn’t make eye contact we worked on talking from behind a chair, and then from under a blanket, and then just wearing sunglasses, and then moments of eye contact. We built it up in increments until it was solid enough that we weren’t even paying attention to it anymore. With each of those increments we got to stretch and grow some new muscles. The problem with any trauma, physical, mental, emotional, relational—is that you can’t always know what got damaged—you don’t always know what the trauma shattered. It is often in the healing process that you come to understand what was hurt, and what needs to be healed.

And incremental is also what allows healing to be healing and not re-traumatizing. If you work in increments, you are responsibly paying attention to dosage—how much someone can manage and take in without it overwhelming their system. If it is incremental then it isn’t ‘happening’ to the person—they aren’t being put in a position where they feel out of control again.

Healing from anything big takes an incredible patience. A mighty patience. And more compassion and self-compassion than you imagined possible. For all the people involved—for the trauma survivor, for the people who are working with the survivor and the people who love the survivor. It takes a lot of patience to create your new picture one line at a time, not sure what will come of it. You may not want to see yourself as a duck. You didn’t want to end up with a beak. But, hey, those are also wings you are growing.

© Gretchen L. Schmelzer, PhD 2023/2015

The thoughts from Moshe Feldenkrais in this article were inspired by Norman Doidge's book below.


Half Magic: The Power Of Half-Way and The Power of Help

“No matter what accomplishments you make,
somebody helped you.”
— Althea Gibson

It's hard to imagine that sometimes a half can be more powerful than a whole.

When I was young, one of my favorite books was called Half Magic . One of the kids finds a coin that grants the finder magic wishes—with a twist. When you wish on this coin you only get half of the wish. If you wish to be by the ocean, you end up in the desert, with only the sand, and no sea. So getting your wish took some thinking—how do I wish for twice what I want in such a way as to get my wish? What do I need to bring to my wish to get what I want?

And then magically a TED talk shows up in my inbox—about a Chilean architect named Alejandro Aravena, who was working to solve a tough problem of building affordable urban housing. And he solved the problem by just building half of the house. He spoke with and worked with the communities he was going to serve and decided that rather than trying to be frugal by building a whole smaller structure, he would use the resources to build half of a larger structure and let the families and communities themselves finish the other half. He could build more houses, involve the communities and the houses would be larger and would create more sustainable communities. The solution was in the collaboration. The solution was in knowing that half could be whole. Or that half could be even bigger than whole.

This radical notion of problem solving—the idea that you could just solve half seems to be just the reminder and medicine I need this week. I have always had trouble asking for help. For most of my life I believed that if I went to someone for help I needed to show up with the solution already formulated. I had no idea that you could show up with the problem. That showing up with the problem was the whole point of asking for help. I thought you had to have the answer. Which meant I didn’t go to people for help so much as I went for approval of my plan. And seeking approval is not the same thing as asking for help.

If you go with the solution—you don’t have the chance for another brain or another heart to contribute or edit. When you go with the solution you don’t get a chance to understand your problem in a new way or a different way. You don’t really get to learn. And you certainly don’t get to learn that relationships can make the solutions bigger than you imagined. That half can actually help you learn and grow.

In one of my art classes in middle school we were instructed to find magazine picture of faces and cut the pictures so that you had a half of a face. You would glue the picture into a sketch book and then draw the other half of the face: the exercise of finishing the second half helped you see. It helped you learn about proportion—it helped you start half-way to the end. You borrowed some momentum and lines from the actual picture. Half way was an instructor that was always available to you.

And sometimes I use half way as the solution when I can’t seem to rally my energy for the whole thing. For example, when I can’t seem to get motivated to exercise, I tell myself to just get dressed for a walk. I do the first half—getting ready—and often, once I am dressed, I can muster the energy to actually go for the walk. Or, as Tamar Adler in the Everlasting Meal recommends—when you are just too exhausted or frazzled to know exactly what to make for dinner, you fill a pot with water and  set it to boil, or you chop an onion and start it frying and the other part of the meal will start to build itself.

So sometimes I can do half-- but bringing my half—my problem—to someone else is right on my learning edge. Part of it, I think, is that half is kind of messy—if you have half of your house finished—then you can see all the wiring, all the plumbing and sawdust. When you have half of an essay finished—your lines of thinking—all of them are there for review.

But I forget, like everyone else, that half way can be a big deal. I mean, the peak of Mt. Everest is really only half of the climb. The summit is only half way— the bottom is the actual finish. So half way IS an accomplishment—and a place where you can look around and get perspective. And I forget that our relational limbic brains were designed to connect to other brains in order to solve problems—from information to relaxation. Our brains actually need other brains to be at their best. And mostly I forget that everything I have done that I am really proud of— was the result of me bringing—at the most—half to any piece of it. I ran meditation groups for my dissertation, but the programs and the boys had to show up and participate. I wrote my dissertation, but a friend did such a great job editing that not only did I get a dissertation out of it, but her editing and comments also taught me to write along the way. I wrote a book, but I got massive amounts of help and support editing it—and it’s really the readers who turn it in to a conversation—turn it into a book that is read.

The work I do with community leaders is only a methodology and some practices—the community leaders bring their wisdom and energy and create solutions. I only bring half. And really, as a wise person told me this week, in most of what we do, we can barely even claim half—there is so much effort brought to bear on any one moment. Tonight’s dinner of roasted squash was planted by people, and harvested by people and transported by people and stocked by people and sold by people. And I'm not even considering the pots and pans and the stove and the energy. I imagine making the squash alone and really it was a giant collective effort. And that’s only a fraction of the work and the dinner itself. It’s so easy to feel like I have to do everything myself, or I am actually doing everything myself and it is such an illusion. We don’t do everything ourselves—we live in an interconnected web—where as Althea Gibson reminds us, that no matter what accomplishments we make, somebody helped us. Half magic is always happening. Bring whatever you have and then go ahead. Wish twice. 

© 2023/2016 Gretchen L. Schmelzer