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Healer, Heal Thyself

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So what is it exactly that I'm so afraid of?  What is it that keeps me from being my best and most authentic self? I could provide a long list of insignificant things that really are just mini phobias manifested from traumatic experiences as a child, and that is where I believe this one is rooted as well. In a way. I have known things I could not possibly have had prior knowledge of for as long as I can recall. Native Americans believe that it is through death and rebirth or near death experiences that shamans are born.  I was born grey and unmoving, not breathing, with my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. The doctor snipped the cord free, and rubbed at my chest and my back, but could not inspire me to take my first breath. As mom tells it, he wrapped his hand around my ankles and held me upside down while he smacked the bottom of my feet. Mom insists that as I opened my mouth, the burst of pink came first from the center of my chest to the tips of my litt...

Coming Out Of the Dark

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Well... Here's to a fresh start. I'd like to say that this is going to be that easy.  That sharing my healing journey will inspire, uplift and spark something new inside of me, causing a chain reaction in others to share their experiences and light the fire inside of us all. It could very well turn out to be that way.  Someday. For now, I'm coming out of my dark places, giving light to my shadow side, making friends with my demons. Transforming my darkness to light. I hope to create something together here. A collaborative exchange to help one another. I would love to hold a stable and honest space; a body of work that is unapologetically accepting of itself warts and all. I've been hiding out for years, making excuses to more easily dodge the truth. I thought if I could focus on fiction, and creation distracting myself from my old emotional wounds that creating stories would be a great way to inadvertently address these issues. That...