A son's alchemy
July 29, 2020
Late at night, way past bedtime, after picking a fight with his father about the million little hurts he'd experienced, I felt guided to enter his bedroom. I felt it was time to interrupt the energy of communication and presence the mother. When you are an empathic mother, t...
Meeting Trauma
June 6, 2020
Was I running? Yes! Was I escaping? Yes! Was I numbing out? Yes! Did I know all of this? No, not really. Despite many opportunities ... I continued to hide and lick my wounds. Oblivious to the hurts I carried. Towards my 40th, my spirit team con...