Self care

  • 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

  • Rolling

    It is how I am today. This darling tumble weed, rolling slowly down the precious hill they call life. I no longer search for a deeper wind, to roll faster or better… than what? I simply roll, and sigh, and… Continue reading

  • Beautiful

    But isn’t it entirely beautiful to be you. Continue reading

  • Heavy

    I am a child of the wind. My bare skin knows the beauty of this life, and yet, within these soft walls, I am bare. How heavy it is to hold this uncertain hand of mine. Sometimes. Continue reading

  • Heart

    How my heart breaks when I think of it. The moment I was curled up on the hospital bed, weeping in my husbands arms, just absolutely sobbing with fear as the two doctors stood by, helpless to my tears. Only… Continue reading

  • As I Am

    And I will quietly be as I am. Yes, I will quietly be. Continue reading

  • Quiet on a Hill

    I close my eyes, my foot on a chair. Pots clang. Time flashes, bright and loud. Could there be just me and the stars? Me and my hands on dry earth? My heart glows at the thought. And I run,… Continue reading

  • Chamomile

    The word sipping is very pretty, isn’t it? Delicate, like the action it shows. I can see a small pair of hands, a little tea cup beside a little light. And I know it is home. I know it is… Continue reading

  • She Remembers

    How my soul asks to be held. How she breathes the cotton thoughts of yesterday through the trees as she remembers. Continue reading

  • Sleep

    Oh, weary soul. I barely see you behind those tired eyes. Let us rest, deeply, beautifully, with compassion for all life has given, harshly. It is a darling life. A life to be cherished with each breath of our aching… Continue reading