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Stumpy, the Unicorn Fawn

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Today I Buried Stumpy (June 2021) My tears fall like glass. They pile up and cut me. I flounder through them as they slash my flesh. The warm healing water has not yet arrived. My tears are not a salve. They do not soothe. I ache. I ache for…
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Learning to Love the Hard Way

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Eventually, after the divorce, I married again. A second marriage for both of us. Finally, an adult. Two adults. I find connection, nourishment, and emotional safety that I could not have dreamt of before. We learned to love again.
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Healing From Trauma — It is All About Support

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In this story, I share how healing trauma is a long path that weaves through aspects of our lives. And it always involves getting enough emotional support.
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The Numinosity of Love

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When we get caught, there is a reason I am caught. Watching, I wait. Will they get together? How does this keep happening? They love each other. Please. This is the power of love. I have been caught before. This time it is with Anne…
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The Magic of Living and the Limitations of Will Power

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Although I was on the journey to find my health, the journey itself was the teacher. Health was the outcome. What emerged for me was a new understanding of how the world works.
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Growing into a Bigger Heart

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I witness my disappointment because I can see him slowly leaving me, and I also witness my love, for I have the honor of tending him as he slows down. I am left with a choice. I can resent my husband’s limitations, or I can be a compassionate witness and helper.

My Teachers, The Trees

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I do not believe that I could be here, on earth if there were not beauty; if aspects of life were not like a cathedral with the feeling of some kind of beauty, love, truth or perhaps even god. I could not be here if I thought that what was here is all that is possible. I need to know that there is more.

Learning to Love All of Me

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For me, healing has often involved sending love from the current now reality back to aspects of myself in the past that had suffered. We do grow. Our lives do change. We do have different chapters.

The Pain of an Opening Heart

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It hurts for our hearts to open. Like when the blood has been cut off from a limb and begins to flow back in, it pricks and tingles, the intensity worsening as the oxygen-rich blood rushes in to feed the cells and nerves. The cells and nerves…