Notes Along the Way
Reclaiming Your Wholeness
Early on in my journey, I searched for something more. More what, I didn’t know.
I began by identifying pieces of what made me
Be Stoppable for (D)ucks Sake
This isn’t an empowerment anthem; it is Chris Braide and Sia’s version of a cold and broken Hallelujah. I don’t care what story the music is trying to tell me, the lyrics break my heart.
How I Understand the Spiral Path
Imagine the journey you’re on travels in a loose, kinda wobbly, spiral path…
on Erosion and Deep Foundations
My healing path looks an awful lot like the slow removal of the dirt and stuff over which I’ve built my full understanding of who I am. Talk about scary as duck…
Knowing the Why Is Only Step Two on My Healing Journey
However, along my path towards wholeness, the bones for the why have been exposed. I know they’re not fully excavated, cleaned up, or even ready for a museum - those tasks take lifetimes, and I only have part of one left.
Practice All the Things
There’s a permission to not be perfect inherent in how I define practice. Learning a skill, trying a new sequence, and working on a challenging bit of behavior all require room to mess up.
When There Is Nothing To Fight
“You know, I look like I do because I spent so much of my time fighting, and you look like you do because you were focused on protecting yourself,” Meg said as she pushed into the…
Don’t Call Me Cute.
OK, so I know saying that while sharing the oh, so perfect picture of my attitude the summer I turned one isn't fair. And I'm not kidding. Don't call me cute.
It's a boundary I have.
Learning to Ask
We were six steps down the grocery store cereal aisle when my mother hamstrung me…
Strength Is Overrated
Yes, you read that right. Culturally, we spend way too much time on strength. We evaluate strength, rate strength, and reframe so many of the things we do as strengths.
Power in the Wings
I often imagine myself standing in the wings of an active stage for my turn to enter the story. This improv stage is my life, and I have only a glimmer of an idea about what's next. Standing there, waiting to enter, is like a new beginning. The moment defines one of my knife's sharpest edges.
Landing on Secular Shepherdess
Like many people, I walk around with a love/hate relationship with labels. My brain finds them extremely useful, but I balk at wearing them when they don’t fit just right. So, of course, there’s a story for how I landed on Secular Shepherdess.