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

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 […]

shapeshifter

April changes shape like a drop of water down a window pane.

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

Practical Questions

Diamond sun rising inside small black pyramids. 4 birds or 5? One-bird looks forward Standing under understanding… Practical questions measuring the distance between trees. One-bird looks back… thickly through painted blue… Keeping the Book of Wishes. And on this first day of a New Year, wishing all of you a year fulfilled […]

Bird’s Children

Children born between words holding jeweled feathers. Left facing ruby suspended… a bird’s eye view of rec-tangled flags hanging on a wing and a prayer.

the door

Either you will go through this door or you will not go through. If you go through there is always the risk of remembering your name. Things look at you doubly and you must look back and let them happen. If you do not go through it is possible to live worthily to maintain your […]

A nicely burning home

April Dream Last night my house was burning. Could not find one precious thing to grab and find comfort in. And when the torrential rain hammered out the flames, I was angry with its self-righteous interference. My house is still burning. And where it is whole, I have not found all the rooms, closets […]

care (full)

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams […]