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The time has come to forget about the shoulds and the list of things of am supposed to do and be.
I have no idea where the world is supposed to go, how it is to evolve or how to bring more harmony and beauty into a world that is already filled with harmony and beauty, as well as a good dose of suffering and confusion.
This is a place that feels to me like a geographical location. Even the air in that space feels different, lighter, and more expansive.
The directive was to lie down, put my ear to the ground, and listen. It was dark outside, and I lay with my ear connected to the earth.
What is healing? There are times in our lives when things don’t make sense when we’re wracked with pain, confusion, or exhaustion, when we think we are in a dead-end.
I offer this story now that the Monarch butterflies are starting their annual migration south.
As I said in last month's tarot post, I prefer the Rider-Waite deck because it balances masculine and feminine energies.
As a therapist, I have walked many people through the darkness of grief and thought I was somewhat of an expert.
When asked what anchors me in my writing, I think of Webster’s definitions of anchor, “a heavy object attached to a rope or chain, used to moor a vessel to the sea bottom” and “a person or thing that provides stability or confidence in an otherwise uncertain situation.”