Flight of the Winged Bird: When Heroes Need a Hero.
We talked about the flight. We talked about my plans to end my life. We made plans to save my life. I did a personal inventory.
Grief Is the Alchemy Inside Every Death and Rebirth.
We've developed tools to deal with the tension created in our systems between us and chronic grief. We seek out pleasure to escape the pain.
Words Try to Rescue: Remembering Adam. {poetry}
Poetry is both conduit and container of every emotion. It's almost as if enough words can make a kind of sense from a terrible loss. It can't.
Judgment Days: Parental Pandemicostal Prayer. {poetry}
Guide us as we seek to elevate our responses from judgment into discernment during these times that try parents’ souls.
World Around Me: The Insidious Innocence Abroad.
I was not a WASP darting through a world so acquiescent to my identity that it conspired with my ancestors to conceal my own sting from me.
Emptiness: Grasp the Nature of Your Mind.
By being connected with emptiness, you will start radiating calmness and you will inspire others to want to adopt this feeling.
Just Pure Pleasure and Joy: Venus as a Boy. {fiction}
It was too early to even think about love, but even the promise of such beauty carries with it the thorn of future pain, just like a rose.
Navigating Grief for My Grandmother With Endorphins.
I would be lying if I said she was a grandmother synonymous with warmth. My initial memories of her are clouded with anger.
Calling Back Your Soulful Waters.
Having someone who can help us identify and describe what might be blocking our soulful waters from flowing can provide tremendous insight.
We Are The Capables: Words of Resilience for the Orphaned. {poetry}
Not capable. Not able. Not reliable. Not acceptable. I cupped my hands over my ears. Still, the mocking continued. Mocking words.