My doctor’s love is important to me, but he does not know.

“My doctor’s love is as important to me as his chemotherapy, but he does not know.” I read this sentence and tears roll down my cheeks. I am alone on a hilltop somewhere without a name in New Zealand and the sun is out and everything is idyllic but I am weeping. This sentence hits

I am safe. I am lovable. I am enough.

It’s been said by Cognitive Behavioral Therapists (CBT) that the dysfunction we experience in life can generally be traced back to three core limiting beliefs: 1. I am unsafe (I am helpless, a victim, likely to be hurt, etc.) 2. I am unlovable (I am unwanted, bad, undesirable, likely to be rejected or abandoned, etc.)

Can we all just agree there’s no monopoly on suffering?

It’s become a pissing contest, particularly in American society, of who’s suffered more, of who’s endured the most trauma and lived to tell the tale. How often do we feel the spoken and unspoken question asked, “Who are you to suffer–who are you to cry trauma or claim hardship–when there’s x y and z happening

Solo Travel: The Antidote for Codependence

Solo travel is, at it’s core, selfish. Not in a negative way, just in an it-is-what-it-is kind of way. If that’s too hard a semantics pill for you to swallow then feel free to use the term self-oriented–it’s all the same to me. I’m living in a sustainable community on the Coromandel peninsula at the moment–my second

A Meditation for Remembering

Find a comfortable supported place to sit where the light falls softly (if it doesn’t, light a candle). Let the spine grow long, reaching the crown of the head towards the sky. Pick your shoulders up to your ears and then relax them down and away. Blink the eyes closed gently and settle in. Now, start to

Waking Up Through Heart Break.

I’ve never seen any transformation in my life that didn’t begin with someone getting tired of their own bullshit.” – Liz Gilbert Once upon a time I gave my heart to a man. And I gave it to a woman, my best friend. And actually I gave my heart to just about anyone who needed

Brief Thoughts on the Current Status of America

I don’t think I’m allowed To kill something Because I am frightened.   I am pro-Black Lives Matter. I’m also pro-police. I’m also pro-let’s stop fucking killing each other.   And then there’s this, possibly the best explanation on the Black Lives Matter versus All Lives Matter movement I’ve encountered yet: “In Florida, panthers are

An Open Letter to Human Beings Everywhere, in the Wake of Tragedy.

This past week has been a tough one for our country–one of the toughest yet. We experienced one of the largest mass shootings in our nation’s history, multiple other smaller shootings no less filled with hate, and the unexpected and gruesome death of a child. Whenever something horrific happens, we have this instinctive urge to