An Invitation to a Deeper Journey
In the very beginning we put on our soft deer hide moccasins. Maybe it is at birth. Maybe it is before we are born. They are soft and fit perfectly on our perfect selves; our lovable and worthy selves. And thus, we begin our journey. On our path there is beauty everywhere. Colors, music, touch and the daily poetry of life. However, tucked in amongst the beauty is the occasional thistle or maybe there are many thistles. The thistles are hard to avoid. The barbs penetrate the soft deer hide of our souls and sometimes there they stay. Sometimes we can’t remember when we stepped on the thistle, and don’t know how to remove the source of our pain.
In my work as a therapist, coach, and writer, I offer guidance to help you transform your pain into growth. When we can find the origins of this pain, we can empower ourselves to heal and find inner peace and joy.
“He said, ‘you become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.” –The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams
Recent Publications
A chapter from my memoir (yet unpublished) was recently published in the Spring Edition of “Months to Years” a literary magazine that focuses on grief, death and loss. You can find the prose poem on line at https://www.monthstoyears.org/he-left-me/. Or you can order on line the Spring Issue of the magazine.
