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: Growth
The Setup for the Weaver’s Dance with the Star
It had been the perfect day, heaven-sent- until it ruptured in order for me to uncover another layer of my authentic self and how I have changed.
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
Christianity and the Wide Berth of Death and Destruction in It’s Wake
I dream of a world where children's beauty and innocence can shine without being shred to pieces and stripped away by the wicked desires of perversion and evil that lurk in the shadows and mask brilliantly in the spotlight. I wish I could ignore the idea that there is such darkness, but having survived and … Continue reading Christianity and the Wide Berth of Death and Destruction in It’s Wake
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
Looking In The Rear-View Mirror
Something Wicked This Way Comes I found this picture of myself from twelve years ago. It jarred me. I think I recognized something that I was unable to see at that time. ( in addition to wow! talk about a good hair day! ) As a survivor of Complex PTSD I have lived my entire … Continue reading Looking In The Rear-View Mirror
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
Was As If I Were; Were As If I Was
Are you running from shadows that are not even your own, but instead are being projected onto you from collective negative energies, long past? Where does one even begin to suspect that such a thing is occurring? I feel a divine breakthrough transpired to open my eyes to this because my brain has been at … Continue reading Was As If I Were; Were As If I Was
Oh Tiny Deer, We Have All Been Lost Before
Previously published on Medium, December 16, 2017 To be a keeper of things, small, unwanted, largely insignificant, and sometimes broken, is to have reverence for the nostalgia of childish delights. A tiny blue ladder, a doll the size of a thumbnail with a missing leg, an impossibly small pink toothbrush, a weensy pig, all treasures … Continue reading Oh Tiny Deer, We Have All Been Lost Before
Confronting My Abuser Before God and All the Patrons at Irwin’s Lunch Counter
"Let's leave Jesus out of this, 'cause me and Jesus are good. "
And he has the gall to ask me if I "really wanna go there?"
Oh yes, I really do, and I just did.
The Horse Who Showed Me The Way
I love this artist's simple, gestural drawings and words of inspiration. This particular one has caused me to reflect on the impact that one horse has made in my healing journey. It's no secret that I have a special love for one horse above all others. Ta Sunka Witco came into my life 2 years … Continue reading The Horse Who Showed Me The Way
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