Last summer while trying to make a very difficult decision, the strong message that was coming through by way of Runes and Mindfulness and Inner and Outer Counsel was: Separate, Cleanse, Blossom. Specifically, “All dark corners must be cleansed.” I didn’t completely understand it at the time, I only knew that I was in pain... Continue Reading →
Transforming Me
I write backwards. It’s much easier for me to write the outline after the ideas have flowed and the words have arranged themselves. Could I grieve backwards, too? I’ve waded through sorrow following an inner guide, and now I’m organizing the healing, logically, through theory and knowledge. Of course I believe my way is how... Continue Reading →
Help, I Have Done it Again
This is me, forest bathing, with less hair and wider hips. Nope, I am not showing you the hips. But I will show you the healing in progress. I have been here many times beforeHurt myself again todayAnd, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame ~Sia: Breathe Me* Last fall, I was feeling... Continue Reading →
Beginning to Become Again
My body is a topographic map of the past 13 months. There are mountain ranges of undulating flesh that keep record of far too many sitting hours and arid places of skin cracked by excessive cleaning and creased by thought and consternation. Though pale and misshapen, seeming to hold only the strength of survival, my... Continue Reading →
Rejoining the Selves
The path to wholeness may include reassuring the small protector child that keeping vigil is no longer her burden. In connecting the disjointed selves, we empower the adult self, full of experience, knowledge and skill that the child self never had, to become the protector and the decision maker. Though reunited and more integrated, the... Continue Reading →
Grief Will Want to Own You
At 52 potentially ripe years of age, this is who I want to be. This is who I'm in a battle with some worn out but reliable manifestation of myself to become. I used to be who I want to become in bits and parts. I sense that before I can even remember I was... Continue Reading →
Kinds of Love
Love comes in so many forms—bonds both observable and invisible. I don’t know if there is anything so profound as love of a creature or a tree or a space in nature. Mostly because it requires so much stillness and attention to open yourself to a consciousness of these living things that have their own... Continue Reading →
