Day 1: Harpers Ferry, WV to Lebanon, TN I was born in the same town where I spent my entire young life, living in the same house from the day I came home from the hospital until I moved away
There is a delicate balance between giving respect to others, and allowing those with perceived power and superiority to retain their position. Men over women, white people over POC, wealthy over poor, and in every kind of disenfranchised, out-of-balance population.
I recently received a call from someone who was interested in my healing work, and wanted to know what made my work as an Energy Medicine practitioner stand out. I loved the question, and was happy to share my perspective.
The rusted funnel of my consciousness wanders among the clouds of mid-morning’s knowing, and only the butterfly understands the tunnel of lightness that has opened, that has swallowed me whole, resisting nothing, saying nothing, holding only the knowledge of trust
Sometimes it’s hard to unravel a story of the present moment back in time to its “beginning,” and it seems that every beginning is simply the continuation of some previous moment or story, too. As I’ve pondered how to honor
I am sitting here on the ground surrounded by remnants of frayed rope. Hemp rope, rough and scratchy. My hands are red and burned, and my body is bruised. But the pain in my body is small right now, when