Drawing Heals Childhood Wounds & Helps Me Think Better

When I was in eighth grade in 1978-79, at Sequoia Intermediate, in my hometown of Newbury Park, California, I had to choose an elective each semester. I remember the choices of drawing, ceramics, and leather. I don't remember anything about the other subjects offered. "Mom, I want to take the drawing class." "Why? You can't …

Writing Project: A Quick Guide to Starting Your Private Psychotherapy Practice

Have I told you recently that I love writing?!  Fiction, poetry, memoir, journaling... it doesn't matter what I choose to lean into in the moment. I find it all leads me into a mind and body space I want to be in frequently.  I crave it like the chocolate I can no longer eat without …

Arriving to Now

Arriving to Now I don’t know if it’s Me but I don’t seem to be here. Tomorrow’s promise yesterday’s stolen hour last year’s symphony of blooms in a moment I am gone. Arriving on a breath, I Me, I am here Now. Photo Credit: Photo by Jordan Benton from Pexels Leave your mark. I'd love to know …