I love rage. Let me start over. I believe in rage as a conduit, a marker, a beginner and a beacon for our bodies, nervous systems, very sweet mammalian selves with these big juicy brains and souls expressing and experiencing that something is just not right here. When someone sits across from me with tears…
Trusting Can we talk about the practice, the art, the muscle of trusting for a moment? Trust to me is flexibility, movement and adaptation and evolvement of ourselves, others and our world. Knowing that to have the audacity to change is growth and part of our humanity and does not have to equal unsafety, dysregulation…
I’m retiring! Well, kind of. A part of me is retiring. The hero part, the achiever, the hustler. Do you know the part I’m talking about? Many of us who grew up in dysfunctional families-whereupon the majority of the time addiction and mental health reigned unchecked, we began to take on a certain role, or…
March themes, shares, and encouragements Hello Sweets! Anyone else marveling that April is upon us! I send you the best thoughts of Spring, blossoms and sprouts and delicious tilling of the soil. This month I wanted to try something different which was to look back on the month of March and share some of the themes…
Ahhh, hello old friend. Control. I hear you in the over and undertones of myself and those I serve. I hear it in ads and constant barrages of consuming, changing, altering, striving in the thick chords of not enoughness. Capitalism and patriarchy work best when we believe, swallowing whole the sludge that we can control our existence, all…