Molly Mitchell-Hardt

Hello fellow earthlings, allow me to introduce myself. I am a human of the heart-centered leonine sort, although I also frequent exquisitely sensitive piscean waters and revel in libran equanimity. I also have a shadow that is endlessly humbling, thank goodness.

Speaking of humility, l am also a mother, enough said... I am a philosopher at heart (although, it makes me cringe to say so because nothing means anything anymore) with a calling to sit with others through the dark nights that invite us all into the depths of life.

My purpose comes alive in service to others and my work is informed by my own inner reckoning. As a seeker of the unseen, I am always peeling back the layers to find veritable truths, which allows for an endless evolution in the way l serve others.

l am a depth and somatic psychotherapist serving teens, adults, and couples. I also facilitate group work in the form of group therapy, workshops, ceremonies, and movement practice.

My approach is eclectic in nature, no two sessions are exactly alike, it is not a one size fits all approach, it is not prescriptive, it is more akin to a dance, staying present and attuned to what arises in the container to be seen, lifted up, and followed.

My personal inner devotional dance surrounds internal boundaries, creative expression, re-mothering, energetic organization, and cultivating intrinsic energy. Thank you for reading all this if you go this far and good day!

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Words of resonance in book Take Back the Magic 🙏🏼

counting my blessings.

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Words I have been needing…

Stills of Summer

Film Photos by Roch aka Curious George Lowell to those in the know…

Let me show you. I will paint you a picture, the most alluring portrait. You will see my beautifully adorned face and my best clothes. I will charm you with my intellect and banter, a coy sideways smile. You will think me some kind of impossible and extraordinary thing. So civilized. You won’t know about the beast I keep under the stairs, not for now, not really. The years soften us. Life humbles us, breaks us down into a fine dust where we must find what remains in the rubble. In this naked place there is nowhere left to hide. You discover the beast and you are scared and somehow relieved so you stay. I paint you a new picture curled up with my beast, you see me, wrinkles, blood, despair, rage. You look and in your own nakedness see yourself reflected in my ghastly portrayal. You see a beauty that was only hinted of before. Together we are learning the stuff of love. Let me show you all of me, my breadth and depth, my fearsome power, and my great vulnerabilities. Let me show you all of you. Let me love you.
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I can feel the peace in the outgoing of the breath, the stillness inside as life keeps moving in a symphony of aliveness. I am more comfortable with death in that way, it is life that I fear, the vulnerability, the organic real ness, the body, the pain, the cracking open in grief and love.
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Taylor
You let yourself be known and heard.
You were worth listening to.
You were always talking and sharing and interrupting, now I realize you were trying to get everything in before it was your time to go.
You had this boyishness that pervaded all that you were and endearing, light quality.
You also carried more than your share of pain, thank you for holding so much for us all.
Your writings and creations live on, your words dance in my heart, they crack me open, they heal me.
I wish I had slowed down enough to absorb everything you had poured out, I am now.
You had a unique and powerful gift of seeing others and so artfully showing them the beauty of their reflection.
Thank you for your mirror it was a true gift.
What a privilege and honor to be in front of the camera when you were snapping.
You always had style, with the coolest finds from the thrift store.
You dove in head first to when you recognized the kinship in Zach, cut from the same cloth, drinking from the same hose.
You knew how to take up space.
And so, you left a big hole.
It doesn’t feel fair. It doesn’t feel fair that Roch won’t know you as a part of our family like we did, that breaks my heart. Though I know you will look after him always.
I will miss your voice echoing through our home.
Your hats, your boots sitting in our entryway.
I will sorely miss all the creations that would have been, the ones you and Zach had been planning.
I wish to be more like you, bold, unapologetic, earnest, playful, creatively self-expressed, devoted, all in.
I thought the sky must have cracked open when I heard the news, like it couldn’t be real.
Through this grief I really get how much people matter. Just their being, the way they carry themselves, the way they move through life, their laugh, even the things that drive you crazy about them. It’s all love.
I want to tell the people in my life that more, how important they are to me and what beauty they bring here. My God, Taylor, you brought and continue to bring so much beauty.
I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you. I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you.
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