We don’t often think of imagination and healing at the same time. But our imagination can be a powerful ally on our behalf when we learn how to use it. I awoke this morning feeling anything but peace. Still on the mend after dental work last week, I reluctantly crawled…
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The wounds of childhood run deep. They run broad and wide and are left to fester when the light of understanding, compassion, acknowledgement, and love are nonexistent. In the immediate aftermath of injury, tears may be shed, cries and protests may erupt, but childhood wounds are often covered up with…
View More THE WOUNDS OF CHILDHOODA childhood of abuse or neglect sets the stage for an adult who does not know who they are. Healthy boundaries are either a mystery or non-existent, and their behavior often either too rigid or too fluid. When we don’t know who we are, we may unconsciously cling to the…
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Finding our authentic inner voice is a useful endeavor, even as it is a difficult one. I’ve written much in the midst of my pain over the last decade, but now that I’m in a clearing space I find my perspective is different, my view broader and broader by the…
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Sometimes it just takes guts. Sometimes we can’t think our way to a solution. We can’t whine our way to the answer. We can’t emote our way to healing. Sometimes it just takes guts and putting one foot in front of the other and doing the thing we think we…
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REACHING When I bent down to pick up the pieces of my life, I shoved my hands into the black soot of death and reached through the bitter haze of unspent emotions, to find fragments of me, inert, motionless and suffocating. * When I bent down to pick up the…
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