My Linc, a dear friend, and mentor in Italy at Christmastime . No longer earth side, yet he continues to guide me in endless ways. Tosha Silver, has been offering a meditation if you will of holding oneself already within the solution. Offering ourselves the gift of being in the new time,  however imagined. Allowing our cells to absorb it all. Opening to the miracle of the solution. Feeling ourselves within the healing, a new career path,  a relationship, whatever it may be t

The Poem of the Soul The Souls Flight Artist: Anne Francois Louis Janmot Pointing to a rock, Clarke Berry (a Jungian analyst) made this statement to Francis Weller, author of In the Absence of the Ordinary . “This is my clock. I operate. At geological speed. And if you are going to work with the soul, you need to learn this rhythm because this is how the soul moves.” He goes on to explain that what matters most to our souls is found in places of slowness, the terrain of geo

A bonus for you this week. A dear bereaved mum, Esther, on Substack, reached my way to invite me to submit a piece. She is a treasure, working tirelessly on behalf of bereaved parents. Her son, Dom, is a guiding light, and force. Team Esther/Dom. A deep and humble bow for creating this healing container. I so look forward to learning and growing beside all the amazing parents, and their beloved children. My gratitude, Esther. 💜🪶

A surprise visit to Casey's classroom a decade ago. Why do we often choose to take loss so personally?  I know, you might think I’m mad to utter such a thing. Please remain with me, and see what may bubble up. We often make a loss all about how it is impacting us .  I observed this in my chaplaincy work, as well as personally. It makes sense, of course it does, because we are the ones inhabiting our bodies, minds, and spirits. We are deeply affected, however it is imperative

Photo Credit: Unsplash Kostenlose Bilder At certain times in our lives it is easier to remain where we are. Even if it’s in acute sorrow, prolonged pain, a toxic relationship, a dead end job bringing us no joy. I use the word, easier,  very cautiously because there is nothing that is  easy about it. Yet, the paradox around it, is if a slight move of just one-percent which I have spoken about previously occurs, something can and may shift and open up. Often in  early bereaveme

Photo Credit: Dreamstime Is there a part of you that can keep the wisdom but release the hurt your body has been holding and give it back to the earth? Is there a conscious container of care and support with a friend, in a class, a place in nature, or with a therapist -somewhere that you feel held well enough to go into the tender, true place of your heart? These are intense times, and there is also the potential to create a conscious container for care to tend to ourself so