December 2010

  • Cold without a Heart

    “Wherever you go, go with all your heart.” ~Confucius Going forward with your whole heart is heart breaking, for you are wrenching your heart out from all the people you gave it to. What I failed to understand that it… Continue reading

  • Tiny Little Wave that Arrives.

    The hardest thing to do is relax in the midst of what feels like a rough day, and it is if you clump it all together, but if you can break it apart into little tiny moments, of just doing… Continue reading

  • Yoga is the Winner this year.

    I began this year with a promise to do 60 days of yoga in a row, and I did. I then decided to do another 60 days in a row and I did, I believe I did 4 back-to-back 60-day… Continue reading

  • Actions towards Self.

    On facebook as we all add cartoon characters to our profile to stand against child abuse, we are just nudging the tip of the iceberg and the action steps needed are not for the faint of heart. I watched my… Continue reading

  • Love Doesn’t Live Here Anymore

    In the children’s book, “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe” by C. J. Lewis, the youngest child during a game of hide and seek, looks into a wardrobe and discovers a portal to a mysterious world of Narnia. This… Continue reading

  • Rejoin myself as One.

    How did I not know that disassociation was having two separate images that never touched each other? That you can literally section off pieces or roles and visit each, just not have a group session. I am the most surprised… Continue reading

  • A pocket of Unreality.

    What I think I have been doing in an odd way is by only looking at the criminal, I spared my ‘dad’. By focusing so much on the criminal aspects, I negated joining them with my father. I left the… Continue reading

  • Die in peace.

    A horrifying thought flittered across my mind, “ I need to write a letter to my father,” and it is like a thorn that won’t leave me alone, a bug, a thought I can’t swipe away, or flick back to… Continue reading

  • Hand and Hand.

    All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France Somehow I missed the melancholy of… Continue reading

  • In My Mother’s Eyes

    Being in this moment of time and healing my childhood wounds requires me to make changes now what I was incapable of doing back then. It is like living in two places at once, or being a grown woman and… Continue reading