Category: Healing

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ~ Rumi

You Are Everything You Need to Remember

I was six years old when I learned that I could escape into stories and immerse myself in a make-believe world which existed within bound pages of print. I was…

The Light of This Morning

Winter feels like a lover that cannot leave. Claiming a stake on the last days of its seasonal affair. The light of this morning has found me with a head…

What I Discovered About Myself in the Eyes of Strangers

When was the last time that you felt truly held? When did you last feel like you could unfurl and unravel amongst the safety of strangers? I'm not sure that…

Look for the Lighthouses in Your Life

There is something about lighthouses that soothes me. They offer guidance and safety. They signal hope and home. And so often recently, I keep thinking that's all we are trying…

Permission to Stop, Drop and Fall Apart

There is something surprisingly undramatic about the moments in which we realize we are going to let go. The moments in which we say, No to the places, people or pastimes that…

It Is Not the Storm That Slays Me

I saw you today. The dark clouds gave way to thunder and when the lightning chaser sparked up the sky, I saw your silhouette. I'm not sure how many days…

The Women Who Said Yes to Themselves

Warrior woman, I see you. I see you every day. I see you as you walk past me on the street, weaving through crowded avenues, your feet sinking into the…

Meditations for the Mind That Won’t Shut Up 

I remember being in India five years ago. I was traveling from place to place and volunteering as I went but I was also exploring my own spiritual journey. More…

Our Symphony Has Stopped. A Letter to My Lost Love

Here I am, on the other side of everything we fought to get through. And here you aren't. Our love has sat on a dusty shelf for thousands of hours…

Girl, It’s OK If Your Balls Drop

My balls dropped this week. I kid you not. The juggling act that I'd been congratulating myself on perfecting, suddenly turned into a bad sidewalk show. You know this act…

Dear Stomach Hanging Over My Jeans: You Are Awesome

In 2009 my body was a bit of a mess. I’d had an acute attack of pancreatitis which had left me hospitalised and drained and hot on the heels of…

Finding My Tribe, And Coming Home to Myself

Birth to 38. I was on the outside. Looking in. My face pressed up against the glass. My fingers leaving telltale smudges that spoke of longing. Of wanting to be…

Until We Are Impossible to Ignore

The wild moon watches over the world with lashes heavy with tears. She sends out a soundless plea for an awakening. For every pair of eyes that stop to gaze…

The Words I Wish I’d Known Then (a Letter to the Child I Once Was)

These are the words I wish I’d had whispered to me, many moons ago. When I saw a stray dog on the street that I went home and cried for.…

Depression or Suppression? Where Do The Silent Screams Go?

I often feel like there should be a room, a safe place, where the broken people can go when it's all too much. Where we can just fall apart. Burst…

Bulimia Is a Bitch: Losing Control and Finding Freedom

  I remember an ex-boyfriend once saying to me that eating disorders were born of vanity. He believed that it was the desire to look good that drove image obsessed…