The Long Road of Blog
“It’s as though I were living at last in my eyes, as I have always dreamed of doing, and I think then I know why I’ve come here: to see, and so to go out against new things—oh god how easily—like air in a breeze. It’s true there are moments—foolish moments, ecstasy on a tree stump—when I’m all but gone, scattered I like to think like seed…”
William Gass, In the Heart of the Heart of the Country
After the Retreat
When people read you things they pulled from the well of themselves, you have swum in the waters of the holy, and nothing is ever the same.
Eyes of Love
I have been doing more Write or Die sessions lately and I am noticing a theme. It’s like the people I work with all hold a firefly in their fisted hand, and they are unwilling to let the light shine.
Adoption, The Inability to Work Out, The Big Bang, and Leaping the Tracks
What if part of being born from and into trauma is the opportunity to leap from one track, one life, to another? One of our choosing?
The Adoptee, the Body, the Heart, Triggers, and Jesus’s Hands
I’ve been trying to get my heart to open. It’s like trying to get a walnut out of a shell that is slammed shut.
What if the Secret to Happiness is in Your Eyes?
Our bodyminds want to keep us safe. Our bodyminds also want us to relax. Deepak Chopra makes zillions of dollars off this paradox. We are babies in a world that tells us we are about to die, and in reaction we keep scratching our own itches with lit matches.
The Loneliness of the Wounded
When an animal has a wound, it goes off by itself so it can feel safe. The dictionary definition of licking your wounds reads “If you say that someone is licking their wounds, you mean that they are recovering after being defeated or made to feel ashamed or unhappy.”
Dear Universe, Here's Why I Want Billions of Dollars for Those Who Lost Their Mothers
Dear Universe, there are so many people in the world who would like to feel better heard, better loved. There are so many people who carry a story like a jagged rock inside their guts or heart, a weight they feel unable to push into the light. Children who lost their mothers or families often have even more jagged stories inside of them, and these stories hum or talk or shout inside the body and cause all sorts of mayhem. How can you focus on 2+2=4 when you have an untold story in your heart?
What the Heck is Write or Die, Anyway?
Write or Die classes are 6 exercises you do with me by phone, Skype, or in person, singularly or in groups of up to 10 people.
A Meditation for Orphans - Addressing the Skin
Learn to tolerate the endless opening to love. It’s not too late to go back and start again.
Possibly the Best Life Hack Ever
This is going to be short because I want to read and go to bed, but I also want to get this out to you as soon as possible so you can be as amazed as I am.
For Those Orphans Who Can't Sleep or Soften into Safety
What if when a baby is born and separated from its mother and the moment of contact does not happen, the baby’s body grabs onto itself?