Empowering Empaths

  • Feeling Music

    I’ve been getting to know myself through music again. I wanted to go a little further into this idea because not only does music tell familiar stories and remind me of people and places…it also becomes me. As in: I… Continue reading

  • Relative Darkness

    I’m sitting in the relative darkness and life is happening, all around. In the bedrooms, my children are sleeping. In the branches, possums are creeping across the night. There are bugs out the window by the thousands, spiders spinning elaborate… Continue reading

  • Isn’t It Funny

    Isn’t it funny that for a moment you forgot how wonderful you are. Sweet, dancing sunshine. Isn’t it funny. Continue reading

  • Healing Again

    Some more memories came up for healing, today. It is the most fascinating process, it truly is. Especially considering the memories, as they come up, are attached to a physical feeling within my body and a recognition of the vibration… Continue reading

  • Disabled

    Imagine. If the highly sensitive folk labelled those who are not like us: disorder, disabled, broken. Imagine. Just imagine that. And we’re the broken ones they say. The ones who paint a canvas as naturally as the sun paints the… Continue reading

  • Just Watch Me

    Fear? she said, feeling the fire of a soul ready to be heard. I dare you. Just watch me. Continue reading

  • Fragile Beautiful

    The same pattern repeated itself over and over, in various ways. And with each new scenario of social anxiety, a sense of unconscious shame was born and continued to grow. I should have been able to call my friends without worrying… Continue reading

  • Then Is Gone. This Is Now.

    Her words lumped in my gut like a blob of warm resentment. I was late. By six-minutes. I would be charged a full half an hour extra— her colleague had been unable to go to lunch until my arrival. The… Continue reading

  • Naked

    She stood before the mirror naked. First, she saw that her soul was bare. Next…her body. Perfect white, creased by a lifetime of curving for others. So fragile stood the moment of naked. So solid stood the lifetime ahead. Of… Continue reading

  • Roar

    I love you. But I love myself more. And if my quiet rises above my roar once again, I shall find it where it always has been. Waiting among the willows of my soul. Continue reading