A Nested Story: Transformative Healing

The following article was recently published in Psychologica Magazine’s special edition on Trauma. I’ve included a link to the full magazine, lots of great articles on trauma treatments, both from a clinical perspective as well as personal. Hope you might find something that resonates. http://www.oaccpp.ca/assets/Psychologica%20Vol.%2041%20Final%20(DIGITAL)%20compressed.pdf

time wasted

“One only understands the things one tames,” the fox teaches. In order to tame, one must be “very patient.” First you will sit down at a little distance from me-like that- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source […]

tree of life

Our modern and hectic daily life is usually far removed from the cycles and forces of the natural world and it can often seem empty of any real purpose. The ash is a key to healing the loneliness of the human spirit out of touch with its origins it can provide a sense of being […]

first step

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi

blue and red

Between… spirit and matter… a blue painted feather. Flying red… paper worlds and words not read 2 birds. “…think of the bird as a teacher. Approach it with curiosity and patience, as if it were the most important thing right now. you do not have to worry about getting it to do something. The bird […]

something seen

Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time. Georgia O’Keeffe

blue jays and things

There is something I don’t know That I am supposed to know. I don’t know what it is I don’t know, And yet am supposed to know, And I feel I look stupid If I seem both not to know And not to know what it is I don’t know. Therefore, I […]

Wondering about Wonder

What is the greatest gift? What is the greatest gift? Could it be the world itself — the oceans, the meadowlark, the patience of the trees in the wind? Could it be love, with its sweet clamor of passion? Something else — something else entirely holds me in thrall. That you have a life that […]

Here and There

Sometimes you need to look “over there” in order to see what is “here”.

Between

Running up a hill… Right foot’s grounded touch holds a weighted pause… a black line divides between moments… looking forward, a birds tale reaches back, framed within fabric, paper and numbers. Do you ever feel like you are running up a hill while standing still? Maybe the standing still part of the upward climb is […]