Impatience is a common trait, especially in Western societies where discomfort is met with little tolerance. Remember late 2020 when retail establishments began to open up, but not everyone returned to work? The frustration, long lines, and irritability were palpable. I observed this with a mix of compassion, amusement, and irritation towards the impatient ones….
If I had stayed there, I would have had a lot of memories after her to balance out the association. But she was one of the last memories of the last of my childhood. And I can’t yet think of those school year days without thinking of her. She was far more mature than me…
I am not gushing out the blood of my abuse.The compound fractures of my childhoodaligned,metal-roddedand sewn up almost seamlessly.The scars of bone and skin now so faint and thin,even I forget they are there,except sometimes,when I am waiting at the red light on sunny days,hands on 10 and 2absently starting at the tattooed sleeve of…
I graduated from Naropa University in 2009 with a Masters in Somatic Counseling Psychology. It was surprising to me that, even in Somatic Psychotherapy program. little information was given at that time on the ethical use of touch in therapy and there was not common language such as psychotherapeutic touch. I did get the same…
THIS VIRUS IS NOT THE ENEMY She told me to Move In. That people are hard to hate close up. But, anything closer than six feet, they say, isn’t’ safe — as if safe were even a possibility… She told me to hold hands with strangers. But, strangers are now forbidden. My eyes reach across…
It’s taken me a minute to decide if I needed to write during these challenging times. I’ve been wondering, does the world need yet another self-help blog? What do I have to say that hasn’t been said before? But as my dear friend Jennifer told me recently, she writes for herself and writing is a kind of…
I began this writing as an open treatise…which quickly turned into something much more personal. I offer this to my Meditating with the Body Community and to my extended Sangha of all those harmed by Reggie Ray/Dharma Ocean. When the teacher falls: A love letter It was only this last year that I fell in…
Two days makes three weeks since you left us…left me. Every three days for the last month I surrender to the hands of my chiropractor who puts my body back together again. He says it is the stress that is pulling this body out of alignment. But, The silent tears roll out the corners of…
Yesterday and today I had a conference/training on Gambling. I thought I’m in Las Vegas, it’s free, I should go. I moved clients around and then yesterday I got in my car, got on the packed freeway and three exits later turned around and went home to spend the day in the art room. I…
It is easier to love broadly and generally to see the face of God in every being to keep the details at a distance like when you kind-of half-cross your eyes and everything becomes just A little bit fuzzy. The ‘I love you when I see you clearly’ is much harder when you notice…
