Shoes at the Door

Poetry

Shoes at the door both mine both pointing in opposite directions. One a warm cozy pair of slippers. The other a sturdy pair of walking shoes. I could slip into my warm cozy slippers and have a gentle slow day. I could slip into my sturdy walking shoes and venture out...

Nervous System Reminders for the Holidays

Nervous System

Nervous System Reminders for the Holidays Slowness helps us feel more connected to our bodies. Avoid painful and worrisome narratives. Don’t scare yourself. Don’t scold yourself. Listening to your bodies cues of YES and NO. Notice when you have too much...

Always the Same

Presence, Trauma

When I wake up in the morning the first thing I am struck by is the stillness. I walk through the dark with an intent to not disturb this immense silence. I light a candle to honour the Holy and the Benevolent nature of existence. This is more real and true in my...

I’m Still Holding Her

Nervous System, Trauma

I never really understood that not being able to read the cues of toxic or abusive behaviour was a trauma response. I judged myself so harshly for not seeing. How could I have not seen? For being naive. For being gullible. For being timid. For being meek. For ending...

This Place Where I Sit

Poetry

This place where I sit. This place is quietwelcoming everythinginto herself. The great silence. Sleeping dog.Busy mindAching muscles. Gentle breezeclouds movingrain softly falling Thoughts that arecompletely out of alignmentwith what is. Emotions that can’t be...