The story I shared over a year ago inspired two local women, Susanne Frilot and Cheryl Mills, to create the first annual Healing Trauma Conference, which brought together over 38 practitioners with a wife variety of gifts to share with over 120 people who sacrificed an entire Saturday for a free day of learning and…Read more Healing Trauma Conference
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Parable of the Rich Man
A rich white man who'd lost all his fortunes woke up on the psych unit where I worked during the recession. He thought taking his life was the answer to losing what he'd learned had been everything; money, status, caviar. In the weeks that followed his new reality, he joined our partial hospital program for…Read more Parable of the Rich Man
Holy Matcha
“I met him when he was broken.” I said, referring to the day I met my husband in the park after he’d separated his shoulder on a trail. "That’s how we all meet each other.” he said. And then I had my first matcha latte made with peace, love, almond milk and understanding. It was…Read more Holy Matcha
Soul Dishes
Healing works are the spiritual chores of humanity. Soul dishes. I have selfish reasons for wanting other people to get better sometimes. Selfishness, sadly, doesn’t help. We can create little bubbles and try to live inside them but the chances of someone or something coming along and bursting that bubble with all their unmet needs…Read more Soul Dishes
Sail
6 years ago I took the ultimate bath in the Gulf of Mexico. Healing? To say the least. Last night I dreampt I was on a boat. It looked like an enlarged version of those floating food carts in Thailand. Down the center were enclosed shops , salons and galleries. Along the perimeter were open…Read more Sail
Solar Power
A shadow-bird flutters in the diaphragm's cup Shallow breaths and seed bites shrinking wingspan Darkens the path of possibilities With predatory punishments, threats I dare you don't you dare Counter-act producing proof until the half-assed will rebukes itself into compassionate action Here's the kicker Ignite the junker or rust in the garden Behead the beast…Read more Solar Power
Shine
Beaded threads of watery light They’re said to be messengers of afterlife She’d dawn if you hold on Grasping scattered miles wrapped carelessly in an old towel on The front seat Front Street Of a you Hauling painful past regrets through toll booths of payment due Which can never be repaid The sherif come With…Read more Shine
