Crossing time and space by writing or why I write letters to myself
“I write to you, and between the lines, I re-remember… the profound truths that became realized along with our healing” Deep healing takes time.
Notes (I wish) I Wrote to Myself
How I wish I could share with myself, that of over ten years ago, what I know now. It would have made so many steps in the journey so much lighter.
Honoring the journey, the lessons, and their gifts, I share them now.
In a dance of words, of what was, of the now.
If you are new here, welcome! … and I suggest you start with In retrospect: A letter to myself.
Rest, and dream yourself into being: A letter to myself
In times of slow healing, being constrained to resting, can also offer an opportunity.
A Moment That Passed: Should Life Ever Return to What It Was?
When a life event knocks on our door? Do we try to return to what was or to become?
In retrospect: A Letter to Myself.
In retrospect, we are always much smarter. We tried. We fell… Give it a few more years. Deep healing takes time. A letter to myself of 9 years ago.
Welcome. Life invites us on a journey. Sometimes challenging, always rewarding (if we choose it to be so). My journey took me through a car-crash, a near-death experience, a search for my motherhood, becoming a shamanic energy healing practitioner, and writing about it all, including spiritual parenting, intuitive children, and mythic healing stories. More on who I am here.