65: Stories of Scapegoats
I recognize all change is internal growth externalized. If I want a different relationship with others, it is my burden to show up differently and be there for them when they are ready.
Read More 65: Stories of ScapegoatsLove Letters to a Healing Heart
"Be not the slave of your own past – plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience, that shall explain and overlook the old." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I recognize all change is internal growth externalized. If I want a different relationship with others, it is my burden to show up differently and be there for them when they are ready.
Read More 65: Stories of ScapegoatsHow we got here doesn’t have to define where we go. Living that truth is all that is required to break the patterns.
Read More 44: SunflowersThere was little room to learn how to express feelings, needs, and wants in a way that is vulnerable when it is met with derision, contempt, competing interests, and sarcasm. So I don’t think I was afraid of vulnerability as much as having a definition that equated it with weakness resulting in abuse.
Read More 25: Of Apples and Badassery101.3: Unringing the Bell (3 of 5) – The Human Beings
I’ve talked about C and K in fairly abstract terms. I need to take some time and clarify details on those relationships as I see them.
I want you to see them as people too.
Read More 101.3: Unringing the Bell (Part 3 of 5)101.2: Unringing the Bell (Part 2 of 5) – Let’s Be Clear
We cannot talk about this if we don’t talk about this.
Read More 101.2: Unringing the Bell (Part 2 of 5)The pain needs perspective, else it becomes a cycle of self-abuse and destruction. Perspective is born from time and distance. With help, time and distance provide pain meaning.
Read More 01: Ducks and other quacksI use to believe some things were best kept private…but it is precisely the act of secret keeping that allowed my betrayal to fester so long. When the lies, secrets, and betrayal detonated on our lives twenty-eight days ago I was both sickened and relieved. The secret had been weighing down my soul and my […]
Read More 01: Ducks and other quacks