The Painted Hills
Welcome!
I’m Erin Carney Moline, Licensed Professional Counselor. I've been practicing psychotherapy for 17 years, working with clients under the LPC license in Oregon. I currently offer telehealth sessions over Zoom, and a limited amount of in-person sessions in Jacksonville, Oregon. I work with clients from all around the state of Oregon. For payment, I bill most health insurances in-network but do not currently take OHP.
I work with a combination of psycho-education, supportive counseling and depth therapy when talking about the collective liberating of our minds and souls. I also work with the nervous system and gentle somatics as an essential part of healing and integration work. At its heart, my work is all about Liberation: body, mind, soul, spirit, and community. In times of genocide, ecocide, and a societal reckoning with the legacy and continuation of systemic injustice, I am always thinking about how our inner lives and our outer lives are continually influencing each other as we heal and try to find our way Home.
I hope you enjoy this poem by Mary Oliver. It has always captured something essential about healing for me. I now understand that to be the struggle to reconnect to Source in the midst of the system in which we live. Please call, email me, or book a consultation online if you are interested in exploring doing therapeutic work together.
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.