One major lesson I’ve learnt is that grief is processed differently by different people.
Within Yourself, Not Outside
Two Halves, Same Coin
NILF
In My Body, In My Home
Before Time
Lessons From the Fall Tree
I never noticed how much I missed seasons until I had them again.
Time stagnated, living in an eternal summer. There was no difference between February and July. Everything was the same: sunshine, pool days, palm trees and everyone telling me that I should be happy because I live in paradise.
But it wasn't paradise.
Your Answer Is In The Question
Highway 221 South
For My Daughter: A Manifesto
Failure is Our Friend
Breath
The World Through Wrinkled Eyes
Ho’oponopono: Forgiving My Fathers and Restoring My Joy
Bad With Maps
All the Soft Places
You're Worth It Baby
Dearest Friends and Family
Within This Space Between
The Privilege of Telling The Truth: Trauma Recovery Should Be Available to All
My truth telling began not as a bold and beautiful expose, but a secret and sacred pushing of Post-Its on the wall behind the clothes in my closet. I had just graduated with a Bachelor of Theology, finished reading The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd, and felt inspired by the fictional character, May Boatright’s creation of her very own Wailing Wall.