You know better now. It came to me the other night, as all the best thoughts do, while I was drifting between waking and sleep. I am so afraid of the feelings of unworthiness, of being unloved and unwanted, that I often hide in my shell, refusing to take chances. But the truth is that…
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What are We Waiting For?
Consider this your permission to do the thing.
Moving Beyond Triggers
The trigger isn’t the trauma. For example, a veteran with PTSD might be triggered by loud noises. We understand that the loud noises are associated with the trauma of experiencing a battle or surviving an attack. But the loud noises are not what actually caused the damage; they are just something the brain has associated…
Transition
If you’ve never experienced labor, then you have not had the singular experience of going through transition. But transition is the best metaphor for what I am feeling right now, so let me try to explain. Maybe some of you can relate. Transition is the period of labor starting when the woman’s cervix approaches maximum dilation…
Maybe the Path Chose You
I had a dream one night.
You.
Last night I cried. It all became too much; the constant pain, The loved ones who have died, The dire gloom and doom from every side, The heavy chain Of trauma I have dragged about for years. Decades of fears – Of failing, falling, fear itself – rushed in And overflowed my fractured dam with…
Screaming Demons
Someone, please tell me it’s going to be ok. I spend my life…
Breathe
Here, take a breath Come from a mountain High in the Himalayas Take it in, reverently; Savor – Now release, an offering to trees Deep in the Amazon. Rest. In, salt-kissed Caribbean air Warmed, as you, by the sun; Hold that joy, Then out, A gift for the green of Ireland. Wonder – How you…
The Earth does not Burn
I wrote this poem over the summer. Since my city has been literally on fire for over a week, it’s been running through my head. Maybe it will mean something to you too. The Earth does not burn. Though the fire rage, Flames searing life from limb, And though a thousand small creatures are smoked…
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