“The quote that is normally attributed to the writer ANAÏS NIN, “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are” is also a Talmudic idea about dream analysis: People can only dream about things they have encountered or thought about, and so their dreams consist not of reality — whatever that is — … Continue reading For Every
Most of us have underlying things going on. Attachment dysregulation, depression, eating disorders, post traumatic stress disorders and the like. Some of us were barely holding on before all of this. Some people are feeling ok. Others have just had the volume turned to 11. We may be swinging back and forth between these. Some … Continue reading Staying Connected
Keep friends in your life who do not douse your passions; people who can look you in the eye and permit you to be you. No matter how you are showing up, whatever relative version of you is moving through your life’s circumstances the very best way possible. People who want you to be false … Continue reading Wild Bouquet
Boundaries. The theme is coming up for me in my relationships, work, and even the tarot cards I pull. I didn’t pick this lesson; it seems to be choosing me. I am grateful for the loving, accountable and patient people in my life. I’ve not always had that, and I fondly remember and honor those … Continue reading Boundaried
We are all striving for a sense of belonging. Acknowledgement. To inhabit our rightful space. When the space we own as a birthright is intruded upon, we can accommodate that or we can ask for our space back. Someone might borrow space for a bit; a soft place to land, and then they are on … Continue reading Inside Our Lungs
At some point, we stop asking Why? And we start telling, instead. We layer on the scripts that have been handed down to us. We shrug our shoulders and say, “because that is the way it is.” We reinforce the way it is every time we retell it. Then, from these overly simplistic constructs, judgment … Continue reading But why?
I see you, mama, taking in too much. Holding space for so many. Hoping that, like water, it will roll off of you. There’s a certain look around your eyes; a weariness that overcasts the usual sparkle. Let it. Rest. Mulch that over. Stand in the glow of the moon. Let the sky take it. … Continue reading Mama