This piece speaks to a deep personal process I entered while working with the medicine in Brazil. There are no graphic details here, but the themes may touch tender places. Read gently.
The wound never begins where we think it does. Many imagine trauma as something loud. A breaking. A moment clearly marked in memory. But for many of us, it began in the quiet.
This pilgrimage to Brazil my second time with the Pataxó was not just a journey across oceans. It was a return to something old inside me, something Irish, something forested and wordless.
There’s something about standing at this threshold that feels different from the birthdays before it. It’s not just another year older. It feels like a crossing a doorway.
What Porn, Extremes, and Performance Reveal About Us – I didn’t come across Bonnie Blue by chasing headlines. I came across her through the work of sitting with a client struggling with porn addiction.
Lately I’ve been sitting with grief again not only in the loss of loved ones, but in the many endings life asks us to face.
There are teachers that walk on two legs, and there are teachers that stand rooted in silence.
There are teachers that walk on two legs, and there are teachers that stand rooted in silence.
Every human being is born between two great rivers: the river of the mother, and the river of the father.
The Lover is not only about romance. She is the pulse of eros itself the life-force that longs for union.