An animal visited me today as I'm working on finally healing my deepest traumas with a newfound settlement.
It seems counterintuitive but often with trauma survivors, we don't have secure attachments to work with. How to work with them alone.
Open letter to all trauma therapists - never do this
Natural Alchemy is transforming our caverns of trauma into pathways of exploration.
When it is just me - a poem dedicated to the split inside me from trauma where one feels well and the other does not.
Coming out of chronic dissociation is like a volcano erupting out of dormancy. We live suppressed with stirring, waiting for the right trigger to enliven us.
Working with the inner critic. An example of parts work when shifted from peace to criticism and how to get back.
Humanity eternally seeks the mother, and it's because we are missing key ingredients to our wholeness. Happy Mother's Day.
When I am in dissociation/splitting from Self, it feels like a switch in my brain; one keeps me grounded in my body and environment, and the other pulls me into a fog of fragmentations.
The spring equinox is here. How about a matriarchal sermon to honour her? Mother Nature is returning from hibernation to re-bloom life onto the earth. Animals are coming out of their dens and soon will be mating. While women can give birth all year long, I like to use this time of year to honour our divinity of creation. I made this poem.