When I first read this poem by Danielle Doby I immediately cried. The words felt like home…it put a voice to something that I had felt inside me for so long but could not name.
I used to hold a lot of shame around the part of me that felt like a “late bloomer”. Now I feel so much gratitude for the meandering path my heart has taken to create this sweet little life that is beginning holding all of me.
-Christy Lochary
Teen Therapy
Hello Resistant Part
Hello Resistant Part
I have a Resistant Part of myself. When I meditate on it, this part seems as if it’s as old as dirt…that it has been with me most of my life protecting me from experiencing stories that my brain has deemed unsafe in the past…
A Fairy Tale…
I was recently invited to try writing a fairy tale. Here were the instructions: Start with “once upon a time,” imagine yourself as the main character, and just let it flow out. Here is what I came up with…
