Our healing journey can be compared to many things. I’ve compared it to the sprouting of a seed before. Lately, I’ve been comparing it to the transformation of a caterpillar. Mostly because my current state of mind can be excused and understood when I define it as a cocoon. After exhausting myself by running around …
I was woefully undermothered as a child. My mother was woefully undermothered as a child. My mother’s mother was woefully undermothered as a child. These wounds run deep.
I haven’t voted yet. I want to meditate first and I want to write even more than I want to meditate. I choose to heal myself and integrate myself and accept all parts of myself and appreciate the unresolved drama and brilliant insights and wretched grief and uninterrupted bliss that I AM. Because what I …
