I began this Curing or Healing post one sleepless night a few blurry weeks ago, tugged by the swell of activation energy in my physical and emotional body. After much editing, I’m sharing what was my stream-of-consciousness-style writing in a series of posts that expand on an earlier blog about revolutionary healing. Ultimately this series stems from my lived experience healing myself and catalyzing healing for and with others. It is a beginning attempt at pulling it all together for you. No two healing stories are the same, and as such, there is no definitive “how-to” for healing. This, rather, is a framework, with boundaries […]
I Don’t Know…
These three words are powerful. I hear them often in my conversations with womxn, and I’ve thought, spoken, even screamed them many times, too. I’ve noticed that feeling disconnected from our knowing is a theme for womxn and that it often stems from self-doubt. Feeling resourced and connected to our knowing stems from self-trust. It’s clear to me after decades of healing, both experienced and observed, that catalyzing self-trust is one of the foundational elements in revolutionary healing.
The conversations I have with women—clients, friends, and healers—illuminate the commonalities we share in our healing processes. If you’re a return reader you know I share my personal process at times, a process which I know has no end. I will always be healing, evolving, transforming. This is true for anyone on a healing path. It’s one of a handful of universal healing principles I’m realizing through my process and my work.
Recently some uncomfortable (and old) symptoms returned to my body and reminded me of this truth once again. I am always in process. A conversation with my homeopath about these symptoms […]
It’s Election Day today. I woke at 4:30am with an anxious kiddo who needed some TLC. Our tween daughter’s angst, while understandable, felt rather unmanageable in our attempt to arrive on time for the school line-up.
So, I had a good cry this morning…a cleansing, softening, releasing cry. I held myself with extra tenderness, honoring my body’s craving for humming in my morning meditation. Journaling came first before work today, because I needed a giant PAUSE. I chose not to wait until later in the day, despite the pressing to-do list. And, because it’s Election Day today, I’ll be pausing even more than I typically do.
“Trust your body more,” my husband offered during my moment of anxiety last week. “Think less.”
“I love it when you hand my words back to me,” I replied knowingly and appreciatively. He smirked. My husband often reminds me of what I already know and what I sometimes lose touch with when my nervous system gets triggered and old patterns come for a visit.
More and more I trust my body, and dwelling in this space of trust has been one of the most transformative shifts on my healing journey. Life continues to offer opportunities to deepen and expand this trust, which is where I am now—a moment of opportunity. I know […]
Vulnerable. It’s the word that resonated for me the moment a doctor pulled our daughter from my womb, and it’s the one that I return to when I’m contemplating motherhood. My whole heart was suddenly outside of my body the day she was born. I knew this would expand my capacity to feel and to love, and I also knew that my heart would get farther and farther away from its protective cage as my daughter grew, expanding my capacity to feel that vulnerability. Surrendering to this lesson, this truth, has not been easy.
At the time I also remember wondering if they added a sizeable dose of guilt […]
I love this picture of my mom and me.
When I was younger, this photo reminded me that my mom was not only my mom. I could glimpse her as a daughter, a sister, a wife, a friend, a co-worker, and a woman with experiences, feelings, needs, and interests of her own, independent of me. I was in awe of this and of her.
My mom always laughed when she talked to her best friend. She still does. When I was young, this felt like another glimpse into my mom as not only my mom. She was someone else, too. And that felt good. I felt her laughter in […]
I’m not fond of the term “flu season.” I tend to think of this time of year as the season of inadequate sunshine coupled with excessive proximity to others. This cooler, darker time of year may also equate to eating differently, exercising differently, consuming media and alcohol differently, and even thinking and emoting differently than we do in the warmer, brighter months. All of these things, among others, can make us more susceptible to the viral and bacterial agents that proliferate in cooler temperatures. And then, when we do develop symptoms in response to a cold or flu virus, how we respond to them has a profound impact on how […]
My husband trades energy. I remember feeling confused and intrigued when I first learned about his job. I found it difficult to grasp the idea of buying and selling things that don’t actually exist, especially because I’d immersed myself in the realm of health psychology, not economics or finance. He explained it to me in English, of course, but to me the language of his work was a foreign language that I struggled to comprehend.
I think this happens with my work sometimes. When I talk to people who don’t have experience with coaching and healing, the language I use to describe it may, indeed, feel like a foreign language. I […]
I remember trying to make myself smaller in various ways throughout my youth. At sixteen years old, this meant making myself thinner. I never intended to take up so little space, but my brain became addicted to the drug that is starvation. And later in my adult life, despite trying to gain weight, Lyme disease robbed my pancreas of enzyme production and thwarted my efforts. While I’ve healed through both challenges, I’ve recently come to understand that this theme still permeates my life, albeit in different ways.