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 […]

when there are no words

silent spaces…pause between words…shaping time…making art. There is the sudden silence of the crowd above a player not moving on the field, and the silence of the orchid. The silence of the falling vase before it strikes the ﬂoor, the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child. The stillness of the […]

how wings work

When I returned from so many journeys, I stayed suspended and green between sun and geography – I saw how wings worked, how perfumes are transmitted by feathery telegraph, and from above I saw the path, the springs and the roof tiles, the fishermen at their trades, the trousers of the foam; I saw it […]

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 […]

to be like a tree

“When you go out into the woods and you look at trees you see all these different trees. And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreens, and some of them are whatever. And you look at the tree and you allow it. You see why […]

Time to go

silence .is a looking bird:the turn ing;edge, of life (inquiry before snow E.E. Cummings

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 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 […]