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 …
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 …
going to get her, over and over: reclaiming the pieces Read More »
(cover image is of a tiny plant sprouting up through a sidewalk crack) There is a global pandemic. And we don\’t have enough masks. Not just for us, the people.We don\’t have enough masks for health care workers.Everything feels quite serious and overwhelming and scary. Because it is. It seems surreal-right? A friend messaged me …
Why COVID-19 is Easier For Me (or, Functioning While in Distress) Read More »
I want to write a blog post. I started one earlier today. But I was writing it for….well, you (whoever may be reading this). Not *from* me. I have had an eventful, meaningful last two weeks: I went to Jen Pastiloff\’s retreat at Kriplau, which as always cracked me open in ways I didn\’t realize …
I want to talk about napping. I think it\’s something we don\’t talk about enough. (yes, I\’m serious.)And it can be a big part of self-care. It is a big part of mine. I have had insomnia my whole life. It\’s sort of better now, or maybe I just deal with it better than I …
\”A greeting of love and compassion; also means \”to be in the presence of the divinity\” or in the presence of (alo) the \”divine breath of life\” (Ha). \”[From Wikipedia] On the bus on the way up to New York, I felt a bit anxious: what if this writing workshop didn\’t live up to my …
{dusting off the old blog….} Hi there! I am back. With a very personal story. so…..I went to the March for Our Lives last Saturday. I\’m fortunate to live 40 miles from Washington, and could go down for the day. I would have gone wherever I lived–there was a single person \”marching\” in Alaska!–but being …
