I love when blog posts–and raccoons–cross your path for a purpose. Everyone becomes your messenger if you open up to receiving the messages! Earlier this afternoon I was staring at my WordPress feed instead of writing, and saw this blog post from Laura Bruno pop up: Synchronicity, Intuition and Animals 2h ago Somehow I landedContinue reading “A raccoon visitor and a story of delightful synchronicities”
The Heroine’s Journey is about reclaiming our vitality, our joy, and escaping the Wasteland.
Where it takes me is likely beyond what my small mind could ever have dreamed. When I look back at 2016 to 2017 that is most certainly true. The ego had plans and the universe laughed.
It got lonely in this little room. Plus, all this abundance to share. I could not consume it alone.
It is DAY TWO of the blogging series about my healing journey – can you handle the excitement?! Do you have your coffee ready?! I will recap yesterday’s post. The start of the journey, if you will, in one long run-on sentence: My mom dies in 2013, I am very very sad (as one would be),Continue reading “How do you solve a problem like more loss? PART II of the healing journey! (With Sound of Music gifs!)”
Top of the morning! This post is going to be a practice in flash blogging. (Is that a thing? Like #flashfiction only blogging. I will make it a thing.) The reason? Today I see my theraaaaaaapisttttt! (That’s me saying it in my inner Oprah-voice.) And therapy day is a great and wonderful day, but itContinue reading “Therapy for you! Therapy for you! Therapy for everryyyyonnnne!”
Holding space. Simply being. All ‘robots’ will be built in due time. You know, perhaps in longer than one month…
It might be that I simply dreamed about an almost-dead cat. But I’d like to think it was something more: A sign that I am starting to feed the feminine, magical side of my psyche. Two nights ago I had a dream that I came home to discover a long-forgotten cat. I found her lying on the floor andContinue reading “Feeding the Feminine”
I know where one chapter of this healing ends. It ends with surrender to pain (always through writing) and a mother who continues to parent from beyond the veil.
Today my daughter turns three! I have to admit, I’ve been a bit nostalgic. Yesterday I wrote about how pregnancy taught me skills that have served me as a parent. Today I thought I’d write the same about my daughter’s birth. Not the BIRTH STORY story. That would take a novel. My daughter’s birth was the equivalent of baptismContinue reading “The (Birth)day Lessons”