What’s Your Myth?
What’s Your Story?
What’s Your Wound?
Where’s The Glory?
You’re out of touch, But you’re not out of time
Always leaving, Alway going
Always needing, Always knowing
How to find your way, that’s why you never stay
And to know yourself
The healing art
Charlottesville. My heart is broken. Shattered. I’m consumed. It’s grief.
I’m easily angered. I’m crying when no one is looking. I’m reminded of being a teen listening to Sinead O’Connor’s “Black Boys On Mopeds” and crying. I was crying because I knew the plight of my black neighbors. But I also knew the plight...
To be a therapist or a social worker is to be a guardian of secrets. It is to be entrusted. It is a sacred trust. It is to be a safe deposit box for the soul’s work.
It is a priesthood.
It is to walk through the darkest and brightest places in the human...
There is a racial divide in our country. Many do not want to believe this. Many fear what acknowledging and confessing this may bring about. Many fear that those with mixed intent or ill intent will create or hijack movements and increase violence. And these things can and will happen. But fear must not win...
I really wish they would teach this in Terrorism 101:
Violence is not hatred. It is the love child of an unholy union between fear and ignorance. And it’s really bad psychology.
Do you really want to terrorize someone?
Then look them in the eye and
let them know that you see