As the afterglow of summer lingers in my soul and in the air, I pause to filter through my drifting thoughts. Emotions float in my soul and morph into words within my brain.? The journey of my life has changed again?as unpredictable and wild as the seasons have become. There is no use in struggling…
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As my feet touch the soft earth, I realize that I?ve been absent too long. The selfsame soul that writes for others of psychology and healing has taken a strange hiatus from the writing that gives her own spirit such joy and deep expression. So, as I take the winding path that leads me through…
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A crimson-gold collage of autumn leaves dances about my feet as I stride swiftly across the parking lot. The hour for my weekly meditation is calling, and I want time to settle in before it begins. Still, it?s impossible not to pause for a moment to admire the still-blooming cascade of purple flowers tumbling from…
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I step through the garden gate, a long, incredible week behind me. I take a deep breath of the warm, sweet air. A gold-breasted finch darts from the bubbling fountain as though I interrupted its bath. The tiny, swift bird sweeps into the greenery, and I smile as I soak in the delightful scene before…
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She is a young, lovely shell of a woman. Exhaustion has painted tawny circles under her eyes. I am intrigued that her coloring is a palate of pale shades of bisque and faint peach. Though in her mid-twenties, she comes to my office in the company of her father. A sense of slight confusion rises…
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It is February, and love is in the air. I feel it around me as nature begins to wake from its wintry sleep. The sweet softness of spring is on its way, gently pushing into the cold, calm chill of winter. Birdsong now breaks the early morning quiet, and I listen?curious and delightedly aware. As…
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Nestled in the warmth of my bed, I wake slowly to the sun?s cool, gentle rays. It is cold and gray outside on this Easter morning, yet the rain seems fitting and good. After all, today marks the one year anniversary of my dear mother?s death, and I wonder if the skies are not crying…
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January smiles and softly asks that I open up to new ways of being. I listen and want to heed her gentle call. Although I feel ever open to new experiences, there is a part of me that often prefers what is already known, the more familiar walks and pathways. I often fly through my…
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Sitting before me in my office this evening was a young, handsome Latino man. Not yet into the second decade of his life, he stared at me with a knowing, jaded expression. Beneath his wide brow, his intensely dark, coal-black eyes glittered with passion, fierce pride, and anger. I was tired, and I hoped the…
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This year has been a time of deep change. It has been a year of letting go, of opening up, and of embracing. It has been a year filled with moments of exquisite pain and tremendous joy. It has been a year of moments brimming with emotions so sublime that they bordered upon the unbearable.…
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