Sometimes our uncomfortable feelings are not entirely the fallout of a trauma trigger, but righteous anger caused by injustice.

I ache for something unknown, and now, with this kind community member’s recognition, the ache calls for acknowledgement: In the hustle of parenting and education/career development to whiteknuckle my fiercely beloved small posse out of poverty and the exhausting complications of multifaceted trauma recovery that accompanied, an entire section of my heart/spirit has been mostly unacknowledged.

What I know for certain is that stillness can heal.

When the panic attacks started, I felt betrayed by my almost 40 yr old body for remembering so vividly how panicked my 20 yr old body felt.

This might seem odd to you, but it makes sense to me. 

I don't intend this to become a free for all in bashing religion, even though expressions of my hurt will likely come off as salty.

Can I really earn passive income from organizations that contribute to social injustice? The truth is uncomfortable.

here is my heart, beating in your sweaty palms. what will you do with it, I wonder, while you beat your own heart numb

My inner church choirgirl needs hymns for optimal holiday whimsy. Whatever you are listening to, I pray you have a blessed season.

Much of my Becoming a Mother story is saturated in trauma. I don’t need to drudge up painful details anymore in search of validation ...

an OCD confessional

a chinook lake love story

Today's wildflower is reclamation; the sacred work of detaching from harmful energies through realignment with our soul & purpose.

A poetry form is of sacred importance. The 'eastann' gives voice to the complexities of humanity, environment, and the Divine.