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The Cacophony of Quiet: How the Pandemic Has Brought Us Face to Face With Ourselves

I dabbled in meditation for years before I took up a regular practice. And that regular practice didn\’t last long, honestly. I am, at best, a sporadic meditator. Same with yoga. Same with writing. about fifteen years ago, though, I got serious about meditation for quite some time. It was transformative–and not always in a …

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room of mirrors

so many pieces that had been well in placehave been broken, of latethey are all floating around the feeling of not knowingor ratherthe awareness of itblanknessopen spaceno groundis hard for anyoneright?for me it feels life-threateningthought the adult knowsall will be okay…. the four-year-olddoes NOTthe trauma that lay hidden for so longcomes rushing to the surfaceand …

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going to get her, over and over: reclaiming the pieces

Written in a workshop with Beth Dunnington, August 2020 I started doing this thing, this imagery thing, when my PTSD got triggered….maybe fifteen years ago. Maybe more. I don\’t recall exactly when, but the images are in my mind forever. My four-year-old–the age I was when the traumas happened–needs me. She is in the bedroom …

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a small cog in the wheel (or, how to deal with hopelessness about change)

(this was originally a comment on a thread on a Facebook post, where someone said they felt that speaking out–especially to folks who have opposing views to us, right now, is, while admirable, \”hopeless\”. This was a good person-and a person of all of the privilege you can have in our society.) I\’m a clinical …

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