Healing & Wholeness
In the Celtic tradition, the wild goose is the symbol and metaphor for the ever present spirit that moves amongst us. Often loud, obtrusive, and unrestrainable, the goose calls us by our true name and births life in unexpected places. From this new experience we are moved toward healing and wholeness.
“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.”
– WILD GEESE, MARY OLIVER
Paul Quinlivan
Paul Quinlivan
Licensed Mental Health Counselor
I call the PNW home. I love the trees, the lusciousness the rain brings, and the pace of life. In my free time I love to hike, garden, play with my family and watch english premier league football.
After spending over four years serving in a Christian ministry context as a youth pastor, my wife and I spent a year serving as Peace Corps volunteers in Guyana, South America where I worked as a community health volunteer. Upon my return from South America, we moved to Seattle where I completed Masters degrees in Theology & Culture and in Counseling Psychology from The Seattle School of Theology & Psychology.
Areas of Focus
In my practice, I specialize in working with people who find themselves wrestling with:
›› Anxiety
›› Depression
›› Marital conflict or tension
›› Abuse: sexual, emotional, and physical
›› Issues of spirituality
›› Questions of sexuality, and sexual identity
›› Vocation and occupational exploration
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Recent Blogs
Chasing Eden: The Search for Secure Attachment
I will never forget that night. My son, our first, was 10 days old. Our growing family had yet to fall into a rhythm and were surviving any way we could. Because my wife was the source of sustenance the plan had been that my she would try and sleep as much as...
The (Wounded) Artist
Like many a young boy, I was prone to doodling. You know—typical stick figures of my family dog or the pretty girl who sat next to me in Mrs. Gauthier’s 2nd grade class. The craft began in the margins of my composition books while my teachers attempted to impart the...