
Ripple Post 6: Presence as Practice, Not Performance
“Presence isn’t something you perform. It’s something you practice—over and over, with love.”
– Mary Coughlin
We’ve reached the end of this Ripple Series—but presence doesn’t end here.
If anything, this journey has been a reminder that presence is not something you achieve once.
It’s something you choose again and again.
It’s not a performance for others.
It’s a practice for yourself.
You don’t need the perfect words. The perfect mindset. The perfect setting.
You just need the willingness to show up. With breath. With heart. With intention.
Presence in Practice
Trauma-informed care, at its core, is about practice.
Showing up with presence:
When you’re tired
When the chart is full
When the system feels like too much
When your own heart is aching
And doing it imperfectly, with love anyway.
That’s what makes it a practice—not a performance.
Caring Science: Letting Go of the Mask
Jean Watson reminds us that caring is authentic, not performative.
It’s not about projecting calm.
It’s about being real—regulated when possible, honest when not, always human.
BUFFER: The Practice of Showing Up
Each BUFFER value is something we return to, not something we master:
Belonging: I will continue to find my people.
Understanding: I will keep listening, even when it’s hard.
Forgiveness: I will give grace to myself and others.
Frameworks: I will refine the structures that help me show up.
Equanimity: I will return to steadiness, even if I wobble.
Respect: I will lead with dignity and receive it in return.
A Final Reflection
What has this series stirred in you?
What ripple are you ready to carry forward in your own practice?
Call to Action: Choose the Next Practice
As this series closes, I invite you to carry presence into your next chapter—with intention, support, and soul.
Whether that’s through joining TIP 2.0, stepping into community, or simply committing to your own daily presence practice, the ripple continues.
The ripple doesn’t end here—
it flows through you now.
With all my heart,
Mary