The sacred to me is the simplicity of each moment.
Writings
Bridging the Gap
What else would love do but gather up all her abandoned parts and love them back to life again.
The Underworld
When strong emotions like anger or rage are exiled into the underworld of our psyche they only get stronger, more distorted and more persistent.
Little Nudges
When we pay attention to the little nudges we are being guided towards a much deeper and more significant reality than we see on the surface.
Holy Mother – Prayer of the Separate Self
Prayer to the Holy Mother: Poetry by Candace Kirby
Shoes at the Door
Shoes at the Door: Poetry by Candace Kirby
Nervous System Reminders for the Holidays
Nervous System Reminders for the Holidays: by Candace Kirby
Always the Same
Mostly I don’t have a clue what to do next so I listen and when it becomes clear that action is required I act but not one second before.
I’m Still Holding Her
I never really understood that not being able to read the cues of toxic or abusive behaviour was a trauma response.
This Place Where I Sit
This Place Where I Sit: Poetry by Candace Kirby










