I’m not a scholar on Christian holy days; I observe spiritual traditions that make sense to me, that have personal meaning to me. Until yesterday, Epiphany flew by unnoticed. The 12th day of Christmas, Epiphany is the oldest of the Christmas festivals and originally...
I wrote this back in 2006, when I was fiercely examining how to reclaim the holidays as my own delightful invention, rather than something belonging to someone else that I was trying on. Many of us seem to blindly follow the crowd, as if in some sort of trance, when...
I was reminded this weekend that I am a healer. I’ve always known this, but haven’t always wanted to own it. I think there are a lot of us out there. I don’t have to say a word. Just my presence, a smile, will sometimes awaken the desire in others to offer up their...
(Author’s note: It is interesting to me to see how my thoughts and writing style have evolved over years of time. I see that there is still some use to the writings below, so offer them for your perusal. Perhaps an updated version will follow!) The Gift of...
They say in therapeutic settings that we always confront and heal what’s easiest first. For me, first was to confront the sexual abuse, then to confront my father, and to reclaim my sexuality, my feelings of safety in the world, and my power (and probably will...
