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Tag: HealingJourney

  • My Bones

    We’ve laid some skeletons to rest, and Halloween is officially packed away. With the time change this past weekend it is now time to unpack things to bring warmth to our home. Tomorrow I’m going to setup our Christmas tree – it makes our reading room extra magical as the light wanes at 5:30 pm.…

  • Beloveds

    And I am on the verge of crying over everything – the slightest amount of true feelings, and I burst into tears. This has been incredibly embarrassing at Union exec meetings and in front of neighbors while looking at my nephew’s Halloween photos (he made the most gorgeous Lady Gaga). If I even dare to…

  • Through the Looking Glass

    Fourteen years ago, I had a horrible nightmare – I stepped through the looking glass, which has always been a dream of mine. The problem was, it wasn’t the pleasant and exciting adventure I had hoped it would be. Instead I found myself staring back into the mirror and realizing that if I did anything…

  • Pride

    Everything I’m working on seems to be running me directly into a terrible force field of trauma-generated protections. The sprint forward creates a brief euphoria of imagined success immediately before the crash sends me toppling over backwards into an angry ball of pain – somehow both emotional and physical. After dusting myself off, I resume…

  • Tarot + Tea: 10/13/25

    Today’s reflection seems to have me landing on my head – so many of my spreads lately have been reversals, which can feel so odd, as I’ve only done reversals for the past year. I was hoping for something a bit more fluffy for my first foray into reflecting in this space, but The Universe…

  • First Off – How Dare You

    Question of the day from WordPress, “What have you been putting off? Why?” It’s as if The Universe is looking for a fight. Rather than stepping back as I remove my hoop earrings, I’m going to take a deep breath – the kind the ladies with high cheek bones and expensive athleisure wear tell you…

  • Wendy, Darling

    It’s time to grow up. There is a memory, at thirteen, which puzzles me, but still causes me to giggle. Every Christmas Break my family would take a long road trip to Southern California to visit family. I must have hit peek obnoxiousness and publically displayed it while we stopped for a meal, because as…

  • Oh, October

    Where I live, Octobers are magical. The sunlight turns golden all while the air becomes crisper and more refreshing. Plenty of days you can still accidently get a sunburn, but we’ve also seen snow. Our Octobers remind me of Septembers when I was a child (which, if one delves into why that is, is horribly…

  • Sacred Objects

    Sometimes I pretend I am a wise woman of the world. I suppose I am nearing cronedom. Cronehood? I am crone-ish? And, also, I still sleep with my teddy bear. Today I heard a podcast describe objects (when we are adults) that offer special meaning as “sacred objects”, whereas when we are children they are…