For several years I was a mental health consultant and assessor on a multidisciplinary team addressing school and community threats made by kids; all of whom, we discovered, as absolutely no surprise to me, were suffering from untreated trauma. Trauma, as I define it, is anything that separates us from love. I will shout love…Read more Shavasana
CPTSD
H.A.L.T
According to folks in recovery, if we’re about to run straight into the arms of our next fix we should H.A.L.T.; as in stop and think about it for a second. Common sense, right? Instead of drinking, snorting, cutting, starving, shopping, smoking, sexting, eating, beating or getting into yet another disastrous relationship, we should ask…Read more H.A.L.T
Soundbathing
There’s no need to eat pills, powders or plants if you want to hear colors, see sounds or just remember where we come from. (Hint: We’re Love and stardust.) I discovered this in tenth grade after replacing weed with astral projection. Meditation was free and the side effects ranged from decreased tension to lucid vacations…Read more Soundbathing
Milagro
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray, I pray I pray to sheep If I should die Before I wake It’s all my fault Forsake, forsake In spite of consecration We’re screwed Nailed Bound To you Like the blood on the shroud And yet we’re foretold As equally yoked Contractually obligated To confess…Read more Milagro
Still
Journaling this morning I had a little epiphany about my general discomfort with ambiguity. ‘Where are we going? When will we get there? Why are we going? Who will be there? What will we do? What will or whose will, will be done to us? Beanie, t-shirt, jacket, snacks?’ I thought if I understood what…Read more Still
Home
By the time I left for college, my family had moved nine times. I used to have a recurring nightmare of running down a street holding a cardboard box that was falling apart with each stride. Between college and the couch I’m currently sitting on, I’ve moved thirteen times, been briefly homeless and survived an…Read more Home
Fawn
Yessed to death Permissive patience In the absence of ever having had a Who What Where When Does the truth finally Choke you woke To the reality of being Either doormats, mice or brutish men Who force their broken hunger On unconscious bodies Just because I sat there A perch Parrot Frozen pickerel Paralyzed scream…Read more Fawn
Radically accepting people and the world as it is, as they are, empowers everyone and everything to exist in the dignity of their absoluteness. Tornados, oppression, open wounds; they’re all on, albeit violent, trajectories back to Love and, we don’t have to stand in their path as energetic ramparts. Who can argue with the will…Read more
Solstice
Hurting ourselves or hurting others is a knee-jerk reaction to being hurt. Survival reflex til we wake up, take the reigns and say: Enough. Only to discover that’s not enough either. Solstice under a full moon is a good time for releasing the need to hurt and replace it with Love. How many times do…Read more Solstice
What If
“There is freedom waiting for you On the breezes of the sky And you ask ‘What if I fall?’ Oh but my darling, What if you fly?” -Erin Hanso Surrendering to change in the midst of this global eclipse. Aligning with my intention for this year, Ease; the hardest lesson we’ll ever learn is giving…Read more What If
Born in Providence 