Corinna Bornhorst The EmbodiMentor on LinkedIn: 𝒟ℯ𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒸𝒽ℯ 𝒱ℯ𝓇𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒾𝓂 1. 𝒦ℴ𝓂𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓇… (2024)

This is not just another certificate to pin on the wall. (Even though, I wanted this for my wall to deviate from a feeling of lack). This is a multi-brain integration tool that gives complexity a bad name. Simplicity can only be achieved when understanding matters deeply. Wow, what a light-hearted and thorough tool for my somatic tool-box. Works light a charm.

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If we would live in should-land, this might become true. In If-Land, however, the attitude of the manager is all that matters. (lived experience)

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Please, if you only do one thing today, please watch this video until the very end. Topics: Hate, bias and why this leads to premature deaths.https://lnkd.in/eCxnyHw6

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𝒟ℯ𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒸𝒽ℯ 𝒱ℯ𝓇𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒦ℴ𝓂𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓃Christmas Countdown Don't spoil the child! Children need to realize very early on how hard life is so that they can cope with it later!Phew.So many people still believe that a mother's bodily closeness to her baby leads to dependency and spoiling, and that children become more dependent as a result.𝘞𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘐𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰.If you look around at the world: How many people do you know who are standing fully grounded in their own strength? How many people live their own be-ing? How many people are truly connected to themselves and the earth? How many people are in search of happiness lost?in 1996, the pregnancy of a friend brought me closely into contact with all the thoughts and worries that can accompany such a life event. Literally every book she read, I read as well. Even today I rejoice in women who offer their children a safe, warm, tender, continuous contact. Giving their infants shelter and support and bodily closeness, simply because that is the path to healthy, strong, independent, connected adults.The book behind today's door is called "In Search of Happiness Lost." The author is Jean Liedloff. #christmas #reparenting #books #happiness

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𝒟ℯ𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒸𝒽ℯ 𝒱ℯ𝓇𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒾𝓂 1. 𝒦ℴ𝓂𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓇Christmas Countdown with Book Stories - December 4.Yesterday evening a book called to me that I regularly stash away. One page and it's enough. The dog-eared pages that mark the relevant pages for me in my books, invited me to find my current version of understanding. The dog-ear triangle on page 61 revealed:𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.Two weeks ago I messaged an acquaintance I had treated shabbily one day. I wrote to her stating exactly in what way I had realized my disservice to her. Also, I wrote to her that I would like to apologize by inviting her to dinner at a restaurant of her choice and make sure to reveal how I made sure this would not happen again. She agreed. I had not expected that - and was all the more pleased about it.Also yesterday, a relative left a message on my answering machine. I hadn't seen him since 2002. Domestic violence and all that crap. I had asked him not to contact me again for at least 30 years.Aside from the fact that apologizing doesn't mean saying, "Sorry. I was a jerk," when it comes to domestic violence. A sincere apology involves making amends. Changed behaviour is fine as well.Asking, "What can I do to make it possible for you to have a new relationship with me?" would be a start. Instead, I was told that everything has an expiration date. With relatives anyway.𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 is 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵. I can 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙. Also an idea from page 61 of the German edition.This is what I do today. I see peace in being able to keep people at bay, more than an arm-lengths away.The book is called "The world is your mirror." The author is Chuck Spezzano. #books #insight #christmascountdown #forgivenessisgivinguphope

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𝒟ℯ𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒸𝒽ℯ 𝒱ℯ𝓇𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒾𝓂 1. 𝒦ℴ𝓂𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓇Christmas Book Stories' Countdown December 3. "Sand chafes the stomach!" My grandpa used to like to say that, whenever something ground between my teeth while I was eating and mee'd. As a rule, I hoard up life stories like a plugged bathtub hoards water. I love to feel people's inner worlds. I love following people's well-sorted, meandering insights and musings. At my own pace. It's good to be able to put aside the book of someone with whom I've been intimately close for a few pages - because that's how I feel about it. To take it up again later. To let new impulses flow into me and to encounter ideas from a different point of view. Yesterday I picked up a book again that had blinked at me out of the corner of its pages. It called to me from its place on top of the sideboard. The page I opened intuitively brought me back to the point where years ago I would have liked to shout at the author: You're wrong! That's not true. His thoughts were stuck in a judgment, which drove him into a spiritual duality.If I have been working in the garden and then want to bake a cake, washing my hands is not a ritual of fear. It is common sense.The soil on my fingers is not a gift for my cake. Grandpa and Eric, I don't see it that way. The book is "Reconnection." The author is Eric Pearl and my grandpa's name was Johannes.

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𝒟ℯ𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒸𝒽ℯ 𝒱ℯ𝓇𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒾𝓂 1. ℬℯ𝒾𝓉𝓇𝒶ℊToday, I reveal the 2nd book/door in my Christmas Countdown calendar. As yesterday, it is an autobiography that made me change my ways. In 2013, life was treating me through some chronic conditions that I couldn't seem to unhinge from. All the cogs and wheels I had already turned, all the considerations about what I had encountered in my life, all the understanding in my head could only rationally explain, classify and explain it over and over again....None of it brought me into a balance that was worth living for. The western medicine available to me, only suggested"incurable" or "fight symptoms". This is not sustainable, I suggest. In particular, side effects showed me that in the long run, the suppression of symptoms, did not give me what I longed for.A formula from a book, a few words coupled with an innocent opening to the possibility that there is and needs to be something greater to my path of healing, led me to a path less traveled. I wrote these words speaking to me on a small piece of paper. Every day I connected with this prayer, not as a request, but I gave myself permission, that somehow Source/God/the universe would guide me.More and more I surrendered to what was. Accepted it. Allowed it. Conceptualized it as a part of me that I didn't love.𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭. 𝘗𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯.The book is "Angels in My Hair." It was written by Lorna Byrne.

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𝒢ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒱ℯ𝓇𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒷ℯ𝓁ℴ𝓌Hohoho, here comes my Christmas countdown book calendar.Experiences.InsightsImpulses.Imagination.Joy.Sensations.Feelings.Emotions.Every day, you can read here what a certain book has moved in me.These are not book recommendations as you know them. They are not recommendations at all. The same book can bring light to you and questions to me. The same book can annoy you and give me the impulse to reflect on my life. The same letters in the same sequence can bore me and make you dream.The contents of a book are written on the back. There are also pages on the internet that give abridged version of the contents.𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. And the gift of the reader to the author in return. Starting today, every day until Christma a door will open into the inner world of this reader. The book as the mirror of awareness.Today's #books story in the comment#christmasHohoho, mein #Adventskalender hat etwas unglaublich Süßes jeden Tag.Erlebnisse.Erfahrungen.ErkenntnisseEinsichten.Bilder.Freude.Empfindungen.Jeden Tag teile ich hier, was ein bestimmtes Buch in mir bewegt hat oder in welcher Weise es mit meinem eigenen Leben verwoben ist. Es sind keine Buchempfehlungen, wie Sie sie kennen. Es sind überhaupt keine Empfehlungen. Dasselbe Buch kann Ihnen Licht bringen und mir Fragen bescheren. Dasselbe Buch kann Sie verärgern und mir den Impuls geben, mein Leben zu reflektieren. Dieselben Buchstaben in derselben Abfolge können mich langweilen und Sie ins Träumen bringen.Die Inhaltsangabe eines Buches steht auf der Rückseite. Auch gibt es Seiten im Netz, die für viele #Bücher eine Kurzfassung des Inhalts wiedergeben.Das jedoch, was das Buch im Innern eines Menschen bewegt, ist das wahre Geschenk des Autors an die Leserin, den Leser.Ab heute öffnet sich jeden Tag ein Türchen in die innere Welt dieser Bibliophilen. Das Buch als der Spiegel des Gewahrseins.#advent #weihnachten

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Selig sind, die reinen Herzens sind. Ich hatte sehr lange kein "reines Herz".Hielt meinen Groll zurück.Hatte eine extra Kammer im Herzen, wo die Listen lagen.Die Liste mit den Verfehlungen anderer.Die Liste mit dem, was andere mir angetan hatten.Die Liste, die zählte, welche Wunden ich in mir trug und wem ich dafür die Schuld gab. Und ein goldumranktes Podest über dem Kamin.Darauf hatte ich die Statue meines Stolzes gestellt.Den Schrein meiner Rechtfertigungen.Die Büste meiner erlernten Hilflosigkeit. Den BilderRahmen meiner erzwungenen Anpassung.Auf meiner langen Reise der #Selbstheilung war dieser Raum der letzte, dessen Riegel ich von innen öffnete.Schließlich ist das eigene Gefängnis das bequemste.Kom-Fort-Zone wird es auch genannt. Der Mann, der mich betrogen hat?Die Frau, die mich geschlagen hat?Der Mensch, der mich nicht sehen konnte wie ich bin?Die Politiker, die ihren Job nicht richtig machen?Der Chef, der mich falsch behandelte?Die Gruppe von Menschen, die ihre Projektionen auf mich warfen?Der Verwandte, der mich wegstieß und meinte: Lach doch drüber?Die Nachbarin, die mich verurteilte?𝗨𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗻 𝗕𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻.So einen Neuen.Einen der super gut kehrt. Den Stil schnitzte ich aus dem Brett, dass ich vor dem Kopf getragen hatte.Die Nägel aus dem Brett vor dem Kopf, der mir metaphysische "Kopfschmerzen" bereitet hatte, verbanden Besenstil und Bürste.Die Borsten band ich zum Teil aus den Haaren auf meinen Zähnen,den Spinnweben auf meinen veralteten Denkmustern,den fein gedrehten Drähten aus den Gittern meines eigenen Gefängnisses:(auch Rostiges sollte er abbürsten können)den Haaren, die zu Berge standen, weil diese Aufgabe schier unüberwindlichschien:Kulturelle und familiäre Muster erkennen und erneuern. Wunden heilen, die unsichtbar den Fluss meiner Emotionen im Innern blockierten.Überlebensmechanismen dankbar anerkennen und dem Mausoleum anvertrauen. Auto-immunisierte Schutzmechanismen umkehren, auch wenn das hieß, den Krankheitsgewinn aufzugeben,Prägungen herausfeilen oder ganze Währungen einschmelzen, die ich als Erbe angenommen hatte.Der Logik der Seele auf die Schliche gekommen und daraus die SIA Soma Methode empfangen.#siasoma #transparenz #transformation #wachstum #intelligent

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