Here I am in Autumn—my birth month, my sanctuary, my season of truth-telling.The air cools, the leaves flare into their last brilliant blaze, and something inside me settles. Have you ever stopped to wonder why you love one season and resist another?While Autumn is my haven, Spring has always carried the scent of sorrow. But … Continue reading Be Brave Enough To Walk Away From What’s Killing You, Even If It Looks Like Safety
Tag: Gratitude
The Journey is Inward
And it goes way beyond the limited comprehension of our physical minds which are run by the ego on old programs connected to our 5 limited senses. We are not our thoughts and feelings but the creative force behind them, the observer.When we set the intentions of our mind to being a nuetral watcher of … Continue reading The Journey is Inward
What If
Waking up in a state of fear that is not at all in alignment with the state of reverent gratitude that now permeates my waking hours, I realized the wise solution is to invite it to sit and allow it to speak. Knowing I am the Queen of my kingdom(my physical body), I pronounce that … Continue reading What If
A Tiny Snapshot from July 2, 2011
I'm not sure if it was the high, tinkling, meloncholic piano music from the Lifetime movie I was watching, or the inevitability of my own sensitivity combined with a sudden, overwhelming recognition of my mortality that caused me such sadness today. It happened after I spoke with my mother on the phone. She mentioned to … Continue reading A Tiny Snapshot from July 2, 2011
Trusting Your Gut; Which Voice Guides You?
So much incredible healing and growth has transpired since my last blog post that it's overwhelming to know what to write. I have allowed that to keep me from writing anything at all, in typical fashion. Recovering from childhood trauma that carried into adult life is not a linear process. Suffering through the pandemic, finding … Continue reading Trusting Your Gut; Which Voice Guides You?
WHEN THERAPY IS RE-TRAUMATIZING
I did not wake up intending to write this today. As a matter of fact, I sat down to write about something completely different that has been begging for release, something much more uplifting, as it deals with the little miracles I have been uncovering in the midst of my trauma recovery. This though... Blindsided. … Continue reading WHEN THERAPY IS RE-TRAUMATIZING
On Character ; (or, I am A Character)
People seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson I watched a documentary called "I AM" which beautifully illustrates the connective nature of all living things, and the power of our capacity as humans, to love, and affect change with that love, as … Continue reading On Character ; (or, I am A Character)
Writing From The WOMB
The greatest thing about blogging is that there is no pressure. It was the best step for me as a longtime journal writer who never wrote continuously in one at a time, but several. One journal may contain a small period of time, but from beginning to end it can span a decade or more. … Continue reading Writing From The WOMB
Wrapping Up A Decade; Freefalling Into Darkness and Seeing The Light
I had the incredible opportunity to go on a night ride with a couple of friends on Thursday, under the last full moon of this decade occurring at 12:12 on the date of 12:12. It came following a day of intense emotional out cries due to family dysfunction, which I released with the same force … Continue reading Wrapping Up A Decade; Freefalling Into Darkness and Seeing The Light
The Elephant In The Room Is At Your Feet
I found this most delightful treasure while beach combing in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. It was a glorious morning and you can't imagine the joy this brought me. God is said, in the Bible, to know exactly how many hairs are on our head. I don't doubt it. I mean, He IS all-knowing … Continue reading The Elephant In The Room Is At Your Feet
The Day I Rested My Boots By The Fire
It was a cold day that had started out sunny. I knew there was a 100% chance of rain later, but nothing could take away my joyful anticipation. A group of riders were meeting at the farm to grab our horses, get tacked up by 10am, and have an off-site excursion to a friend's place, … Continue reading The Day I Rested My Boots By The Fire
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