Whose culture?

Culture informs and affects how we process life. It is the filter that influences us. An excuse to judge and criticize . As a therapist, I am all to aware of culture and it’s impact on my clients.  From the homeless and mentally ill at the crisis center to those doing their best to expand…

Pugnent: a haiku

Abrasive and harsh Salty, stinging words that wound Piercing pugnent wit Check more out here

It’s not…

I LOVE the holidays! The crisp air, the stings the skin and reminds you that winter is here . The feelings of hope, love and cheer.  And it’s just not the holidays without nutcrackers. I’m swept back to childhood,  my mom in the kitchen cooking and me and my sister sitting in front of the…

The art of. ..

Check out more daily prompts A thought An emotion Some telling of an experience To stir something To bring something out of hiding To our attention Everyday I sit and listen Creating movement Mending wounds Tending traumas Healing souls  Through the art of eliciting 

Aromatic

Smells  influence and affect our moods and thoughts. Smell is linked to our emotions. The smell of dirty feet and I am swept back to 7th grade gym.  Forced to be ever aware of my changing body. The smell of flowers and I am at easy.  I feel calm, cradled by the soft peddles against my…

In the style of…

Grandma’s recipes sit in a box Untouched and tucked away Thanksgiving fast approaching Celebrating family, love and life Sitting down Digging through How to honor my ancestors this year Through tradition of baking Sharing Enjoying Roasted pecans gently placed in pie shell Prepare the pie shell ahead of time, butter and floor mixed and kneaded, rolled…

Magic

As a child, I loved snow globes. Falling into the snow. Transported into another world. My wardrobe was not a wardrobe but a glass globe filled with tiny images, water and snow. Magic exists when we create it.  When we believe in it. I choose to see the magic in everyday. What about you? Check…

Scorched

Daily prompt: And my mind starts to wander as the free associations flood my consciousness. And today, it is quick and brief. To the point. The pans I scorched attempting to cook.  Doing my best to show my love through the art of making food.  Scorching my ego as my attempts fail and I feel…

And here I am ….

My first post, unedited and free. Before I’ve sat down at my computer to make this space look pretty and inviting. Before I’ve created pages.  A post from my phone.  I’ve created this space to communion. To dialogue. To share.  A sanctuary of life experiences, untamed wild imagition, uncencored thoughts, theories and ideas.  Basically,  me….