“I was young, and I knew I was in need of a mentor, someone who could teach me the art of sitting with others in therapy. (…) Our first meeting, over thirty years ago, was unforgettable. When we sat down, Clarke reached to his left, placed his hand on a large rock lying on a table, and said, ‘This is my clock. I operate at geologic speed. And if you are going to work with the soul, you need to learn this rhythm, because this is how the soul moves.’ Then he pointed to a small clock also sitting there and added, ‘It hates this.’”

  • p 60, Weller, F. (2015) The wild edge of sorrow: rituals of renewal and the sacred work of grief. Berkeley, California: North Atlantic Books.