Letting Presence Take the Driver’s Seat

I’ve been doing this 10-minute practice of mindful movement every day for a couple of weeks now. Fourteen days of setting a timer, meeting my body in simple movement, and starting the day with presence instead of just launching straight into doing.

It doesn’t sound like a big thing on paper. Ten minutes. But something has started to change in how I move through the rest of my day. I’m finding that I’m actually noticing my body at times I used to ignore it completely. Moments that would have just blended into the background are starting to feel a little more alive, a little more available to me.

One of those moments happened on the drive to the coast.

It’s about a five-and-a-half-hour drive. (I still count travel in hours—Wisconsin roots.) At some point into the drive, after I’d been on the road awhile, I started to pick up on how much I was shifting around in my seat. I’d lean a bit to one side, then the other. I would slowly slide forward, then push myself back again. None of this was dramatic, but once I saw it, it was clear that my body was trying to get my attention.

Then I noticed my hands.

One hand was clenching the steering wheel on and off. I’d grip, then loosen, then grip again. My fingers felt a little tight. My breath had changed too—more shallow, with little pauses where it felt like I was holding it without meaning to. All of this was happening while, on the surface, I was just driving like normal.

Before these 10-minute sessions, I don’t think I would have caught any of that. I would have kept going, maybe turned up the radio, told myself I’d stop “later,” and pushed through. My body would have been having an experience and I wouldn’t have really been in on it.

This time, I noticed.

I didn’t launch into fixing mode. I didn’t tell myself, “Relax your shoulders, slow your breath, sit up straight.” Instead, I did what I’ve been practicing every morning: I became aware of what was already happening.

I noticed my seat under me. I noticed the shape of my back against the chair. I noticed my hands on the wheel—how they wanted to clench—and just acknowledged that. I didn’t force them to soften; I just stayed with the fact that my hands were telling a story my mind hadn’t caught up to yet.

Somewhere in that noticing, a simple thought arose:
“Maybe it’s time for a break.”

That was the important moment. Not the break itself, but the part where I realized my body was speaking up and I actually heard it. I realized I had a choice. I didn’t have to prove anything to myself by driving straight through. I didn’t have to override what I was feeling.

A little further down the road, there was a turnoff with bathrooms and a place to stop. I pulled over, got out of the car, stretched my legs, moved a bit, and let my system reset before getting back on the road.

It was a small pause in the grand scheme of things. But it felt significant because I could also feel how easily I could have missed it. I almost talked myself out of it—almost told myself, “You’re fine, just keep going.” That old pattern is still there. The difference now is that practice is giving me enough presence to see the pattern while it’s happening, not just after the fact.

The shift wasn’t really about the rest stop or even about feeling the ground under my feet, although that helped. The deeper shift was this: I was more in my body in that moment. I could see what was happening inside me, and from that seeing, I could choose.

That’s what these 10 minutes of mindful movement each day are starting to do in my life. They’re helping me remember that I actually have a body, that it has information for me, and that when I notice that information, more options open up. Instead of going on autopilot, I can pause. I can decide. I can respond.

Presence, for me, is becoming less about doing something “right” and more about being able to say, even in the middle of a long drive:
“I notice what’s happening in me right now. And I get to choose what I do next.”

Presence deepens not by doing, but by noticing what’s already here.

Wishing you wellness,

Keri Sawyer

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How Presence Found Me in a Coffee Line

For those of you following along with 90 Days of Presence, this is a moment from around Day 8 of my own practice.

I’ve been committing to about 10 minutes of mindful movement a day—nothing fancy, just showing up on the mat and noticing what’s there. Right now, that practice happens at 5:30am, so at the beginning it mostly felt like fatigue from the early start and adjusting to a new routine. (Day 2 even landed on daylight savings, so my body was definitely feeling the shift.)

As the days went on, something started to change. I began to notice my body more often off the mat too—small sensations and little shifts I might have missed before.

One morning, I was standing in line for coffee. Just an ordinary moment.

As I waited, I noticed my body was already working. My shoulders felt a bit tight. There was a steady tension in my arms and along my back. My breath was a little quicker, not quite settled. On the outside, I was just another person in line. On the inside, I was already carrying more than the situation asked for.

Because of this 90-day practice, instead of pushing past it, I noticed it.

I didn’t try to talk myself into relaxing or force anything to change. I simply brought my attention down to my feet—how they felt in my shoes, the contact with the floor, the support underneath me. I stayed with that for a few moments: connection, steadiness, something solid I could feel.

I wasn’t trying to fix myself. I was just present with what was there.
And in that ordinary moment, just noticing began to change the way my body felt.

As I stayed with the feeling of my feet on the floor, something started to shift on its own. My shoulders eased a little. The tension along my back softened. My breath began to deepen without me having to make it happen. I didn’t perform calm; I stayed with what was true, and my body responded.

After about a week of these ten-minute sessions, this is what stands out the most:
I’m catching these moments as they’re happening, not hours later when I’m already drained. Before this, I might not have noticed the stress in that coffee line at all. I would have just moved on with my day, a little more wound up without knowing why.

One coffee line. Ten minutes of daily practice. And a moment where presence found me, right where I was.

Wishing you wellness,

Keri Sawyer

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The Practice of Being Here

Have you ever had someone tell you to breathe differently or move better?
Maybe they meant well, but it can feel unsettling—like your body has somehow been doing it wrong.

Yet your breath, your posture, your patterns of movement have all developed for a reason. They are expressions of your lived experience—your body’s quiet, ongoing conversation with life itself. Each movement and each stillness are simply part of how your body responds and relates to the world. And none of it is wrong.

When we start yoga or any mindful movement practice, it’s easy to think the goal is to improve—to find better alignment, more control, deeper breath. But what if the practice wasn’t about becoming better at all?

What if it was about becoming aware?


From Correction to Connection

When we let go of trying to fix, we create space for something far more profound: relationship.
Instead of managing the body, we begin to meet it—moment by moment, breath by breath.

Notice your breath, not as something to change, but as something to witness.
Notice how movement naturally follows that rhythm—how your body subtly shifts and adjusts without needing instruction.

In that noticing, the body begins to soften—not because it’s told to, but because it’s being heard.

Movement becomes a dialogue, not a demand.
Breath becomes communication, not performance.

When we shift from correction to connection, movement becomes medicine.


The Wisdom of Presence

The mind loves to live in the past and future—rehashing, planning, trying to solve. But the body only ever lives here, in the now.
It breathes now. It moves now. It feels now.

When we return attention to the felt sense of this moment—the contact of your body with the surface beneath you, the texture of your breath, the aliveness within—you return to life as it’s actually happening.

This is presence.
Not an effort to transcend the moment, but a willingness to inhabit it.

Presence doesn’t ask you to fix anything.
It doesn’t require a perfect pose, a steady breath, or still thoughts.
It simply invites you to be here—to notice, to listen, to be in relationship with yourself as you are.


Listening From the Inside

In every practice, the most meaningful guidance comes from within.
No one outside your body can truly know the sensations you feel, the pace that feels right, or the movements that feel nourishing.

When you turn attention inward, you begin to sense the body from the inside out—its quiet language of warmth, movement, and subtle shifts. Over time, you start to recognize that the body holds its own rhythm, its own wisdom.

This awareness doesn’t need to be forced or analyzed. It simply asks to be met.
As you notice more, the body begins to show you what it needs—and what it no longer does.

The practice isn’t about control or perfection.
It’s about relationship.
It’s about learning to listen deeply enough to trust what you hear.


An Invitation to Listen

So the next time someone suggests a “better” way to move or breathe, pause.
Notice how your body feels in that moment—the breath, the pulse, the aliveness.

Honor the incredible intelligence that already lives in you.
The body you inhabit has carried you through everything—it continues to adapt, to learn, to hold you.

Maybe there’s nothing wrong at all. Maybe listening is enough.

Wishing you wellness,

Keri Sawyer

PS: A Practice in Presence

I’ve started a 90 Days of Presence practice—ten minutes each day of moving with awareness.
If you’re curious about how this unfolds, I’ll be sharing reflections along the way.

You’re warmly invited to join me.
We’ll meet each morning at 5:30 AM PST on Facebook Live, through January 30, 2026.

Let’s explore what it means to simply be here, together.

Embodied Trust – Living From Inner Steadiness

Part 3 of our “Embodied Pathways” series — arriving at trust: the knowing that the body is a place we can return to, again and again.

There comes a point in the healing process when we no longer look for the next new tool or answer — when the search quiets, and what’s left is the simple rhythm of being in our bodies, as they are, right now. That is the beginning of trust.

The Shape of Trust

Trust is the embodied sense that I can be with myself and be safe here.
It’s knowing that sensations, thoughts, and emotions can move through without overwhelming us. It’s not the absence of difficulty — it’s the presence of steadiness within it.

We relearn that our bodies are not the enemy, that the signals they send are meaningful rather than dangerous. When we sense tightening or a wave of sadness, we can meet it with curiosity instead of fear.
That’s trust taking shape — not as perfection or control, but as companionship with our own experience.

How Trust Lives in the Nervous System

The nervous system learns trust through repeated evidence of safety.
When we approach our bodies with respect and consistency, our physiology begins to expect care instead of threat. Muscles release more easily. Attention widens. Movements flow with less effort.

Trust doesn’t mean we never get tense again. It means we believe, deep down, that we can find our way back.

Trust as Integration

Embodied trust is integration — the place where hope and faith become lived experience.
Hope whispered, Change is possible.
Faith said, Stay with the process.
Trust now says, This is home.

It’s the confidence that the body you inhabit is resilient enough to hold joy and sorrow, motion and rest, uncertainty and peace.

A Practice: Returning to Steadiness

Notice a movement that feels natural right now — a tilt of the head, a small shift of balance. Let it unfold at its own pace. You might sense the steadiness underneath — the part of you that remains constant even as everything moves.

This steady awareness is your anchor. Trust grows every time you return to it.


Coming Home to the Body

Hope begins as a spark — a whisper that something might shift.
Faith sustains us through the uncertainty of becoming.
Trust emerges when we realize we are already home in our bodies.

This path — from hope to faith to trust — is not linear. It’s a living rhythm that cycles through us again and again. The body remembers, releases, rebuilds, and restores.

In the end, embodied healing isn’t about transcending what hurts; it’s about learning to move with it. Through presence, curiosity, and movement, we reclaim not just our sense of self — but our sense of belonging to life itself.


Author Note
This series is part of the Developmental Trauma Training Institute’s exploration of embodied, trauma-informed approaches to healing. To learn more about upcoming trainings and resources, visit developmentaltraumatraininginstitute.com.


Embodied Faith – Staying in the Middle Space

Part 2 of our “Embodied Pathways” series — following Hope into the practice of staying when change is unfolding but not yet visible.

Hope often arrives as a spark — the first flicker that something inside us can shift. But what happens after that? When the initial lift fades and the real work begins — the day-to-day of staying with what’s uncomfortable, uncertain, or incomplete? That is where faith lives.

Hope ignites the possibility of change; faith is the tending that keeps the flame alive when the light flickers.

Faith in the Body

In the body, faith can look less like conviction and more like continuity. It’s the ability to keep sensing, to keep moving, to keep returning. When we continue to show up — even when things feel messy or unresolved — we teach our nervous systems something profound: that we can survive the unknown.

Faith grows quietly. It doesn’t demand proof or certainty. It simply asks, Can I remain in connection with myself, even now?

Sometimes that means noticing how your body braces against not knowing — the jaw tightening, the stomach clenching, the impulse to freeze or rush. Other times, it’s the softening that comes when you realize you don’t have to force anything at all.

Faith isn’t found in the absence of struggle. It emerges from learning to stay present within it.

The Middle Space

Healing is rarely linear. There’s often a middle space — the place between what was and what’s not yet. It’s uncomfortable, sometimes disorienting. In this space, hope is no longer new and bright, but trust hasn’t yet formed. In this in-between, faith becomes the anchor, not because it fixes anything, but because it keeps us in motion, in connection.

Embodied faith isn’t about suppressing discomfort. It’s about allowing your body to learn — slowly and safely — that presence is possible even in uncertainty. The repetition of conscious movement or grounded noticing teaches your body that it’s safe to stay.

This is where embodied faith matters most. Over time, small acts of continuity tell the body, I can be with what’s here. I don’t have to escape it. This steady rhythm — of returning, of staying, of feeling — becomes a bridge between chaos and steadiness, between fear and belonging.

The Nervous System Learns Through Repetition

Our systems learn safety through consistency. Each time you meet your body with curiosity you strengthen pathways of connection.

This is how healing takes root — not in sudden breakthroughs, but in the steady rhythm of returning.
Each gentle noticing tells your nervous system: It’s safe to be here.
Over time, the body begins to recognize attention as safety — to settle, to release, to remember that it can stay. Moments that once triggered collapse or withdrawal start to soften under the weight of presence.

Consistency becomes its own language of safety — a conversation between body and being. Through repetition, the system learns that balance isn’t something you force; it’s something you practice. And each time you choose curiosity over control, you are re-teaching yourself how to belong inside your own skin.

Staying With What’s Here

If you’d like, you might take a moment to notice where you are. You’re welcome to shift side to side or forward to back. Possibly Sensing the contact your body makes with the surface beneath you.
You might feel some subtle sensations — perhaps some pressure where your body is contacting the surface, a shift of balance maybe though noticing a sensation in the sides of your body or your core, or perhaps you notice a hum of aliveness within you. You’re invited to stay with that sensation as long as you’d like. You don’t have to name it or interpret it. Perhaps simply noticing.

This is faith: remaining connected to what’s real, even when it’s small or uncertain.

Sometimes faith doesn’t feel meaningful at all. It doesn’t arrive as comfort or clarity, it arrives as neutral aliveness.
A faint tingling under the skin.
Noticing the air moving in and out of your nose or your mouth. The simple awareness of being here, breathing.Without story or explanation, it might feel almost ordinary —not uplifting, not certain, just present. This is faith.

When we stop reaching for meaning,
faith becomes sensation —
the pulse that continues,
the breath that keeps returning,
the steady persistence of the body saying, I’m still here.

It’s less “I believe” and more “I sense.” Less about knowing why, and more about feeling that we are.

Even when nothing makes sense,
the body continues to breathe, to move, to live. It doesn’t wait for clarity — it just keeps returning. Even without understanding,

Faith lives in this rhythm of staying,
in the simple act of being here.

Wishing you wellness,

Keri Sawyer


Next in the series: Embodied Trust – Living From Inner Steadiness

Embodied Pathways — From Hope to Trust

A three-part exploration in somatic healing and presence

There are seasons when healing doesn’t come from thinking differently, but from feeling differently — from allowing the body to guide us back toward safety, steadiness, and connection.

This three-part series explores how movement, awareness, and presence can transform the way we experience ourselves from the inside out. Each piece builds upon the last, tracing a gentle arc through HopeFaith, and Trust — not as abstract ideas, but as embodied experiences that live in muscle, memory, and motion.

  • Part 1: Embodied Hope – Finding Possibility in the Body
  • Part 2: Embodied Faith – Staying in the Middle Space
  • Part 3: Embodied Trust – Living From Inner Steadiness

Together, they form a movement-based journey through resilience — one that honors the body’s wisdom as a teacher, not a problem to solve.

Part 1: Embodied Hope – Finding Possibility in the Body

Part 1 of our “Embodied Pathways” series — exploring how Hope, Faith, and Trust unfold through conscious movement and presence.

When life feels like too much, hope can seem like a word for other people — too far away, too bright, too ideal. Our minds grasp for reasons, for meaning, for something to fix the ache. But the body knows another way. It knows movement, texture, rhythm. It knows that even when we can’t think our way toward hope, we can sometimes feel our way there.

The Body’s Way of Remembering

Hope doesn’t have to mean happiness or certainty. It can begin as the smallest spark — the possibility that how we feel, both emotionally and physically, might shift.
That possibility lives in the body.

A hand that unclenches.
A spine that lengthens after hours of collapse.
A single moment when you realize you can move differently than before.

These small shifts tell your nervous system, something is changing. And that message alone begins to open a door. It’s not about fixing the chaos — it’s about remembering you have some power within it.

The Science of Hope in Motion

When we move, the body and brain communicate constantly. Movement activates neural pathways that restore integration — connecting feeling, thinking, and sensing parts of the brain. This re-connection is how agency returns. The body learns: I can do something. I can affect how I feel.

Trauma and prolonged stress often take that sense of agency away. Movement, especially gentle and conscious movement, rebuilds it.
Hope, then, becomes less an emotion and more a physiological state — the embodied memory that change is possible.

When Hope Feels Out of Reach

For many, the word hope can carry pressure. When life has been defined by endurance or loss, hope might sound unrealistic or even unsafe. That’s understandable.
Embodied hope asks for nothing more than a willingness to notice — to sense one small difference between how you felt a moment ago and how you feel now.

That difference — however subtle — is the doorway. It doesn’t erase pain, but it adds movement to it. It says, there is still a way forward, and it begins here.

A Practice: Finding Hope Through Subtle Movement

Take a quiet moment.
Notice any part of your body that wants to move — even slightly. Maybe your fingers shift, or your shoulders tilt, or your gaze softens. Let that impulse unfold naturally, without judging or forcing it.

As you move, notice what changes.
Does your sense of balance, warmth, or awareness shift — even a little?
That small difference is the beginning of hope: the lived experience that things can change, however modestly.

Wishing you Wellness,

Keri Sawyer


Why Are We Doing This Work? Reflections for Trauma-Informed Practitioners


Exploring the inner patterns that shape how we show up in healing work

A Question Worth Returning To

“Why am I doing this work?”
For those of us who serve in trauma-informed fields, this is not a question to ask once and forget. It is one to return to again and again. Our answers shift as we grow, as our lives change, and as we deepen in our own self-awareness.

Regular reflection helps us notice what drives us, what sustains us, and where we may need to pause. Without it, we risk slipping into old patterns—sometimes ones that can unintentionally cause harm.

Underlying Patterns That Draw Us In

Many practitioners are called to this work from a place of deep compassion, empathy, or lived experience. But there are also unconscious beliefs that can draw us here:

  • I must prove my worth through helping. If our value feels tied to how much we give, we may overextend ourselves or blur boundaries.
  • I need to fix what was broken in me. Sometimes we seek to heal others as a way to touch our own unhealed wounds, without realizing it.
  • I am only lovable when I am useful. This belief can drive us to overidentify with the caretaker role, leaving little room for our own needs.
  • I can protect others from what I experienced. While protective instincts are natural, they can lead us to step outside our professional role or unintentionally take away another person’s sense of agency.

These patterns do not make us bad practitioners—they make us human. But without reflection, they can shape how we show up in ways that may not always serve those we care for.

How These Patterns Affect Our Work

When our presence is driven by unmet needs, it changes the dynamic in the room. We may:

  • Take on too much responsibility for a client’s healing.
  • Struggle with boundaries, saying yes when we need to say no.
  • Feel rejected or inadequate if progress is slow.
  • Seek affirmation from clients rather than holding space for them.

If you’ve ever left a session wondering whether you did enough, or caught yourself replaying a conversation or situation long after it ended, you’re not alone. These moments are part of the quiet weight many of us carry in this work. Naming them openly is the first step toward shifting how they influence us.

When We Wonder If We’ve Done Enough

The question “Did I do enough?” is one that echoes in many practitioners’ minds. At first glance, it seems like a simple reflection on how a session went. But often, it carries deeper layers—tied not to the client’s needs, but to our own self-worth.

Many of us carry shame-based narratives such as:

  • “I am only good if I have the perfect response.”
  • “I am only valuable when I am useful.”
  • “I am only worthy if my clients make progress.”

These beliefs often have deep roots in our personal histories. They may stem from early messages that told us our value depended on performance, care for others, or constant achievement. When left unexamined, they can drive us to overperform, push too hard, or silently measure our worth against outcomes we cannot control.

How It Shapes Our Presence

Unexamined, these patterns might lead us to:

  • Push harder than is helpful, hoping to “prove” our value by how much progress is made.
  • Take responsibility for healing that belongs to the client, creating pressure for both them and us.
  • Seek subtle forms of affirmation—needing a client to express gratitude, approval, or visible progress to reassure us that we are doing a “good job.”

Over time, this can distort the practitioner-client relationship. Clients may sense our unspoken need for reassurance, and this can place them in the position of caretaker—something that undermines the safety and empowerment we intend to create.

The Risk of Wanting Clients to Meet Our Needs

It’s worth asking honestly: Are we hoping our clients will validate us, heal something in us, or meet a need we haven’t acknowledged? If so, we may unknowingly put them in the position of caretakers—the very dynamic we are trying to avoid. Trauma-informed work is about safety, choice, and empowerment. When our own needs are unspoken drivers, it can undermine that foundation.

A Gentle Shift

The invitation is not to rid ourselves of these thoughts completely—they are deeply human—but to notice them with honesty. The question “Did I do enough?” is rarely about the client’s growth. More often, it is about our own self-worth and fear of inadequacy. By recognizing this, we give ourselves permission to soften the grip of shame and to step into a more grounded presence.

Reflection, peer support, and compassionate self-awareness can help us loosen these old patterns. Supervision, trusted colleagues, or journaling can all be mirrors for us to see where our needs are creeping into the work. Slowly, we can reframe the question. Instead of asking, “Did I do enough?” we might begin asking, “Did I show up with presence, care, and integrity?”

That shift does not erase doubt completely, but it transforms it into something gentler—an opportunity to reflect without judgment. It reminds us that the essence of our work is not perfection, but presence.

Reflective Practices to Prevent Harm

The good news is that reflection can transform these patterns. By naming them, we create space to shift. Some ways to do this include:

  • Regular self-reflection. Journaling, supervision, or personal therapy can help us check in with our motivations.
  • Awareness of boundaries. Noticing where our needs begin and where our clients’ needs begin keeps the roles clear.
  • Grounding in humility. Remembering that healing belongs to the client helps us release pressure to “fix.”
  • Seeking collective support. Connecting with peers who can listen and reflect with us reduces isolation and keeps us accountable.
  • Compassion for ourselves. Recognizing that our own wounds deserve care reminds us that it is not our clients’ job to fill them.

A Reflection to Keep Close

What we know deep down is that our worth is not measured by perfection, productivity, or outcomes. Our worth is inherent. Clients do not need us to be flawless—they need us to be human, steady, and genuine.

When we can release the burden of “enoughness,” we create more space for authentic connection. We free our clients from carrying our unspoken expectations and allow them to focus on their own healing. And we free ourselves from the exhausting cycle of self-doubt.

Showing up authentically—with humility, care, and integrity—is enough. And perhaps the real work is remembering that again and again.


Invitations for Reflection

  1. My “Why” Today
    • Why am I doing this work right now, in this season of my life?
    • How has my “why” shifted since I first began?
  2. Unspoken Motivations
    • Do I ever feel like I need to prove my worth through helping?
    • Am I seeking healing for my own wounds through my clients’ progress?
    • Where do I notice thoughts like “I am only good if…” or “I am only valuable when…” showing up in my work?
  3. Impact on How I Show Up
    • How might my own needs—spoken or unspoken—be shaping the way I interact with clients?
    • Do I ever feel disappointed, frustrated, or rejected if clients don’t respond as I hope?
    • Am I holding space for their needs, or am I hoping they will meet mine?
  4. Boundaries & Sustainability
    • Where do I struggle to set or honor boundaries?
    • What are the signs that I’m giving from depletion rather than steadiness?
    • What practices help me return to clarity and balance?
  5. Support & Compassion
    • Who are the people I can lean on for reflection and accountability?
    • What small, consistent acts of care remind me that I am worthy outside of my role?
    • How can I extend to myself the same compassion I encourage in others?

Wishing you wellness,

Keri Sawyer

How Compassion Fatigue Shows Up in the Body


Finding our way back to balance through the body’s wisdom.


It began quietly — the kind of tiredness that doesn’t have a clear source. I was still doing the work I love — holding space, attuning to others, guiding attention to what is alive in the moment — but something inside me felt heavy, as if my body had begun to move through thicker air.

It wasn’t exhaustion exactly. It was more like a soft dulling at the edges of presence. I would finish a day feeling both full and strangely empty, as though my energy had gone somewhere I couldn’t quite retrieve it from.

That’s how compassion fatigue often arrives. Not as burnout or collapse, but as a slow drift away from the felt sense of connection that once felt vibrant in the body.


When the Body Begins to Speak

Before the mind can label what’s happening, the body begins to speak. It speaks through sensation, through the rhythm of breath and the weight of our own being.

For me, it showed up as a tightening across my chest, a kind of invisible holding that wouldn’t release. My breath stayed shallow even when everything around me was calm. I began to notice small flashes of irritation where I used to feel empathy, or moments of numbness — like my system had dimmed the lights to protect what little energy remained.

These weren’t signs of failure. They were signs of intelligence. The body was communicating that I had reached the edge of what I could hold.

Compassion fatigue is the body’s way of asking for recognition — not judgment, not analysis — just presence.


Listening to the Quiet Within

What keeps me rooted in this work is remembering that connection with my own body is a living relationship — not a technique or a task.

When I turn inward without trying to fix or manage what I find, my body always responds. Sometimes with stillness, sometimes with trembling, sometimes with relief.

And in those quiet moments, the body begins to whisper — not in words, but in feeling. A gentle reminder that I’m part of the space I hold, not outside of it.

This kind of attunement is what keeps compassion from hardening into exhaustion. It lets us witness the suffering of others — and our own — without becoming lost inside it.


The Softening That Comes With Noticing

Simply being with what was happening offered space around it.
The ache in my chest became less like a wall and more like a doorway.

This is what the body teaches when we listen: fatigue and care are not opposites. They move along the same current. When we stay connected, we learn to move with that current instead of being pulled beneath it.


Returning to Ourselves Through the Body

Turning toward the body is not another thing to do; it’s a way of being.

Here are a few ways I return to being:

  • Sense the Shifts. Notice how your body feels before and after supporting others. The change often tells you what words cannot.
  • Name What You Feel. Acknowledge sensations — “My shoulders feel heavy.” “There’s warmth in my hands.” “My breath feels shallow.” Naming makes the invisible tangible.
  • Feel What’s Holding You. Let attention rest on the places where your body meets support — the floor beneath your feet, the chair, the ground itself.
  • Small Movements. Let your body unwind naturally. A stretch, a roll of the shoulders. Movement helps energy complete its cycle.

These gestures aren’t strategies to perform — they are moments of meeting yourself where you are.


The Strength Found in Sensitivity

Many of us in helping roles were taught that strength means endurance — to stay open, stay steady, keep giving.
But the body knows a different kind of strength.

True strength is responsiveness — the willingness to sense what’s happening and meet it with care.

Compassion fatigue doesn’t mean we’ve given too much love; it means we’ve lost touch with the part of us that also needs receiving.

Reconnection brings that balance back. It reminds us that care is not one-directional — it must flow both outward and inward to remain whole.


Coming Home to Connection

The body doesn’t betray us — it calls us home. Every tension, every ache, every wave of weariness is a message in motion, an invitation to return to ourselves.

When we listen through the body, we rediscover the quiet rhythm beneath effort — the place where compassion, clarity, and vitality live together.

By reconnecting with our own felt experience, we deepen our capacity to hold space for others. The more we cultivate presence within, the more authentic, grounded, and sustaining our care becomes.

Returning to the body isn’t the end of our work — it’s the beginning of being truly alive in it.

Wishing you wellness,

Keri Sawyer

Carrying What Isn’t Ours: The Weight of Others’ Stories

Exploring how to honor others’ pain without losing ourselves

The Quiet Weight We Carry

As trauma-informed practitioners, we walk alongside people as they navigate their most painful experiences. We hold space for grief, fear, loss, and memories that often feel unbearable to those who lived them. This is sacred work. And yet, one of the quietest risks we face is carrying what isn’t ours to carry.

We may leave a session replaying every detail, feeling the heaviness in our bodies, or waking in the night with images that don’t belong to us. Without realizing it, we begin to absorb the pain we’re witnessing—believing, in some way, that holding it all is part of doing the work well.

But when we carry what isn’t ours, both we and our clients suffer.


The Subtle Ways We Carry

Carrying can show up in ways that feel small but add up over time:

  • Taking home clients’ experiences or energy in our thoughts, dreams, or bodies.
  • Feeling responsible for a client’s progress or safety outside of sessions.
  • Holding onto fear, shame, or grief as though it were our own.
  • Believing that “being a good practitioner” means taking on someone else’s burden.

Why We Do It

Often, our intentions are good—but the patterns underneath are complex:

  • Empathy as both gift and weight. Deep attunement can make it hard to step back.
  • Old caretaker roles resurfacing. Beliefs like “If I don’t hold this, no one will” can quietly take over.
  • Shame-based narratives. “I am only valuable if I carry their pain” can drive us to over-identify.
  • The myth of sacrifice. We may believe that healing requires us to give pieces of ourselves away.

How It Impacts Our Work

When we carry what isn’t ours, the cost is high:

  • Compassion fatigue and burnout build quickly.
  • Boundaries blur, and the work becomes unsustainable.
  • Clients may feel subtle pressure if they sense we are over-identified with their pain.
  • We lose steadiness, which makes the space less safe and less effective.

Practices of letting go

Letting go does not mean we care less. It means we are honoring the difference between presence and carrying. When we are unattached to another’s experience, we allow them the dignity of their own process — and we honor our own boundaries in the process. Compassion doesn’t require us to hold another’s pain in our body; it invites us to be present, grounded, and available without absorbing.

We can still love deeply, listen fully, and extend care — but from a place of rootedness, not entanglement. This kind of letting go isn’t withdrawal; it’s respect — for both self and other.

Some practices include:

  • Noticing when you feel responsible for another’s emotions.
  • Taking a slow breath before responding, to ground in your own body.
  • Visualizing what is yours and what is theirs — gently releasing what you’ve picked up.
  • Offering silent compassion instead of fixing.
  • Returning to your own center through a practice that is useful to you.
  • Trusting that presence is enough — you don’t need to carry their story to care.

A Reflection to Keep Close

What we know deep down is that the gift of this work is presence—not carrying, not fixing, not absorbing, but being alongside. We cannot heal for others, and we cannot carry what is not ours.

Our task is to witness with compassion, to hold safe space, and then to let go—so that we can keep showing up with steadiness, care, and integrity.

Wishing you wellness,

Keri Sawyer

PS. This blog is Part 2 of a trilogy : A Quiet Revolution in How We Care for Others – Because our well-being shapes the way we serve.

The Living Conversation of Balance

For a long time, I imagined balance as something solid—like standing still on steady ground, unmoving. But life has shown me it’s much more like the ocean. It moves, it shifts, it fluctuates—sometimes gently like ripples on the shore, and sometimes violently, like a storm pulling the tide. Balance isn’t stagnant. It flows.

When the Ground Shifts Beneath Us

There are seasons when balance feels almost impossible. When my son Chase was hospitalized, everything else fell away. My days and nights revolved around his care. Of course, there was no space for hobbies or routines—how could there be? In that moment, balance wasn’t about “doing it all.” It was about showing up for what mattered most: love, presence, and simply making it through.

I’ve also experienced times when my body forced me to stop. Breaking a bone or being so exhausted that I could hardly get through the day demanded a recalibration. Suddenly, what seemed urgent yesterday no longer mattered. Rest, healing, and saying no to almost everything became my balance.

These moments remind me: balance isn’t about equal distribution of attention or effort. It’s about right relationship with what is most needed now.

Chasing Balance

Here’s where we can get tripped up with balance. There’s a lot of messaging out there about discipline—coaches, influencers, and wellness gurus who promote rigid routines, exact time blocks, and strict accountability systems. And yes, discipline can be powerful. Structure gives shape to our days and can hold us steady when motivation falters.

But when we treat balance like a rigid formula, we start measuring ourselves against an impossible standard. We think balance means the gym five times a week, eight hours of sleep, meditation every morning, all while giving 100% to work, family, and friendships. And when life demands a shift—when we get sick, when a crisis happens, when exhaustion sets in—we look at ourselves and think: “I’ve failed.”

Unhealthy balance often shows up as all-or-nothing thinking (“If I don’t do it perfectly, I’ve blown it”), moralizing rest (“If I slow down, I’m lazy”), or comparing ourselves to someone else’s highlight reel. Naming those patterns helps us loosen their grip and choose a gentler path.

That’s the unhealthy side of balance: when the very idea of it starts to weigh us down, instead of helping us find steadiness.

A Flexible Kind of Discipline

What if we thought about balance differently? Not as perfection, but as permission to pivot. Not as a rigid checklist, but as a living rhythm.

Discipline absolutely has its place. It can keep us grounded and help us follow through on commitments that matter. But discipline without flexibility quickly turns brittle. True balance is discipline with room to breathe. It’s the ability to adjust when life shifts—without shame, without self-punishment.

Discipline can be the anchor, flexibility the tide, and our values the North Star that guides us. When those three move together, balance feels more like navigation than judgment.

The Rhythm of Change

When Chase was in the hospital, I wasn’t “failing” at balance. I was living balance—just in a form that looked different. My focus was singular, my priorities shifted, and that was exactly right for that season.

Balance isn’t something we master once and for all. It’s something we return to again and again. Some days it looks like discipline—getting up early, following the plan. Other days it looks like letting go—resting, recalibrating, being gentle with ourselves.

The key is not perfection, but responsiveness. Balance is about listening to the season we’re in and adjusting accordingly. In chronic stress or illness, balance may look like pacing—small efforts, real rests, then reassessing—like watching the tide rather than forcing a timetable.

And it’s worth remembering: we don’t hold balance alone. Community is part of it too. Asking for help, receiving care, or letting someone else carry the load for a while—these are not signs of imbalance, but of shared humanity.

A More Gentle Question

So maybe instead of asking, “Am I living a balanced life?” we can ask, “What needs attention right now? What can soften? What can wait?”

That feels kinder. More real. More human.

Because in truth, balance isn’t a static goal—it’s a living conversation between our bodies, our hearts, our minds, and the life unfolding around us.

The Image I Hold

I’ve stopped imagining balance as a scale that must be perfectly even. Instead, I see it as a set of tides—sometimes rushing in, sometimes pulling back, always moving, always changing. The ocean is never “out of balance”—it simply flows with its own rhythm.

Maybe our lives are like that too.

Wishing you wellness,

Keri Sawyer