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“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
(Photo: Brad Ewell)
Thoughts on the Body
Sometimes it’s easier to love what isn’t there. Sometimes it feels easier to live in your head instead of in your body.
The House of Felt Safety that is Our Body
As I listened to Panache today, I thought about pretending to go to graduate school for a sense of felt safety.
Speak, Adoption
Just how many times can you cry in front of your spouse or your best friend or your child and say, I’m thinking about when I was a baby? I’m wondering why my mother didn’t want me? I’m bent over double because I can’t believe this happened?
Calling to Others When Grief Hits Hard -- Guest Blog Post by Stuart Watson
Any adoptee who is “out of the fog” knows where the grief started - day one. The separation. I just don’t know where it ends. I don’t know IF it ends.
My New Writing Group -- Adventure Time!
I believe in collaboration. I believe in the power of writing. I believe that when you step into your voice and combine that with writing, community, and collaboration, anything is possible.
There is No Perfect Time. Sometimes You Must Dare to Jump. -- Guest Blog Post by Sara Disselkamp
This blog was actually created over two years ago and has sat gathering cobwebs with the “private” setting on. (Some good that’s doing.) I would write, and then I would get too nervous to do anything with what I wrote.
Adopted People and Mutuality
I love Pam Cordano for countless reasons, and one is her ability to name things in a way that changes my life.
One Reason It Can Be Terrifying to Feel Successful in Life as an Adopted Person
Sometimes I think the greatest gift you could give an adult adoptee is a few nights of deep, restful sleep.
Adopted People and Narcissists
It occurred to me that what I take as self-centeredness in myself—a preoccupation with finding a safe felt sense of self in the world—is perhaps a corrupted version of narcissism.
Pulled By the Root -- Guest Blog Post by Heidi Marble
Our stories are a gift to each other: our voices have power!
After Reading Group: How One Therapist and a Group of Strangers Saved My Life
This is what I heard: being with others and being yourself the same time brings you to a life that feels real.
What if Life Were Easy?
It occurred to me the other day that I’ve got life all wrong.
So today I decided to stay in bed until I got it right.