Healing

  • Imperfect

    I’ve felt a deep need to write. And though my eyes are heavy and my shoulders are slumped… I’m here, on the couch, with you. I’ve been warring with a part of myself that is imperfect, of late. Sweet good… Continue reading

  • Growing Pains

    It’s like the Incredible Hulk. When he transitions from man to beast. It’s not a pretty process, the stretching of the psyche. A shifting into the new. It’s clunky. And really, really hard sometimes. Learning who and why I am… Continue reading

  • Changes

    My body and my psyche are currently on spin cycle. I’ve been knocked around by the latest viral delight to have nested in my bones. I’ve appreciated the rest, that is for certain. I’m so grateful to be sharing this… Continue reading

  • Exploring Personal Growth Through My Yoga Practice

    It’s been a season of stretching. Not stretching in the physical sense, although yoga brings me that opportunity, often. I mean, emotionally and spiritually. I’m softening and maybe accepting myself a little more. It feels really nice to say that.… Continue reading

  • Breaking Free from Old Beliefs.

    I’ve cried a lot, lately. I can’t believe there was a time where I was afraid to cry. Ashamed to cry. All because of a misguided notion that crying, somehow, makes a person weak. Not so, at all, I now… Continue reading

  • Integrity

    There’s a fire that is born when you betray your integrity. It begins with guilt and continues on to confusion. Usually it ends in regret. But what also comes is a fire that burns in your soul. An anger, a… Continue reading

  • Healing from Relational Trauma

    I was lying in a pool of sweat when it happened. Flat on my back, at the end of a Hot Yoga session that had just showed my muscles they could do hard things. As I lay still, eyes closed,… Continue reading

  • The Journey of Friendship and Healing

    In this quiet, I am home. I’ve always been home, here, in the beauty of the aching quiet. And beneath the glow of warm light, with a beautiful Piano soundtrack playing in the background… home has never felt so precious.… Continue reading

  • Autistic

    I will go to her too-white office, and she will smile from behind her desk of all-knowing. Then she will tell me I am Autistic. (Or something like it.) I will say to her, I understand, and yes: I do… Continue reading

  • Rain

    I wish only to walk in the rain. As life thunders around me imperfection after imperfection (often mine) I wish for peace. And I wish to walk in the rain. Continue reading