Category: Healing
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My grandmother had little in the way of formal education by today’s standards. She didn’t get a 4-year college degree. She never owned a car. My grandparents had an outhouse until my father and his brothers finally built them an indoor bathroom. She didn’t get a telephone until I was already a teenager. And yet…
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The storm rolls in, dark, knocking me back again. Wind thrashes at my defenses, testing every fragile fortress. Still, I feel hope, as long as she is with me. ~Buck
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I think almost everyone carries their own “demons,” as people like to call them. Trauma. Old wounds. Memories that refuse to sleep. For some, those demons are quiet enough to coexist with. For others, they interfere with the very ability to function, to rest, to think clearly, to feel safe in the world. For better…
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I am surrounded by beauty, mountains, forests, rivers, and streams. For so long I was unable to see the beauty all around me. Blinded by despair and subdued by chemicals. But now clearheaded, I realize there is no time to waste mourning time lost. Now is a time for living, basking in this newfound clarity.…
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I woke today after nightmares once more haunted me. I was relieved to see the light of day, to wash away the horrors I did see. It was just another dream, no matter how painfully real it seemed. I am safe here in this sacred place, despite the shadows that I used to face. I placed my palms together and whispered a…
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I absolutely trust mine. They’ve saved my life more than once. There have been times when I had no logical reason to feel the way I did, yet something in me knew. One of the earliest and clearest examples was when I suspected I had diabetes. I wasn’t overweight. I had no family history. None…
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Here in the mountains of northern New Mexico, October feels like the world exhales after the long heat of summer. The air shifts. The light changes. The mountains take on that deep, quiet glow as the days grow shorter, and the sun hangs lower and weaker in the sky. But the real magic, for me,…
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My favorite place to go in my town isn’t actually in the town at all. It sits above it, high in the mountains, at a place called Aspen Vista. It’s beautiful in every season, but in the fall it becomes something otherworldly. People come from far and wide to see the aspens as their leaves…
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Moments of peace come through, soft and gentle as moonlight. Allowing me to return home to myself. After such a long and arduous journey of drug withdrawal, these moments are like being embraced by gentleness itself. Life in these moments is so very precious, moments stretched into eternity. Knowing, finally, that I am beloved, as are all other…
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I don’t usually join the daily writing prompts, but this one speaks directly to my heart. Because the truth is simple… A place of breathtaking beauty, and for me, a place of profound healing. Right here where I have lived for the last 5 years. I’ll be 60 years old in a few months. For…
Whispering Wyrd 