I am quickly remembering who I am. I didn't think I needed that, but maybe I do. I am remembering through my senses, vibration and energy. Public transit is harsh that way: homelessness, mental illness, business suits and brief cases. You see it all from the window. Some of it comes within feet. That's the... Continue Reading →
Who were you before they broke your heart? I think it's safe to say I've done thousands of body work treatments in the past twelve years. In that time I've gotten many lessons on human nature. One of those lessons is about how people sometimes attach themselves to a story. The story always has one... Continue Reading →
I was nearly thirty-five when I went to massage school. I had been a credit union employee for several years at that point. My roots were in North Dakota. I was raised on the family farm in the heart of cattle country. Self-care wasn't exactly taught. Sit down and rest for a few minutes was... Continue Reading →
I place my hands on the body, close my eyes and wait. I wait for the body's response to my touch. Sometimes that comes fast. Sometimes there is no response. That is also helpful.
A discussion about desirable funeral homes and burial wishes ensued between my mother and me as we drove to church in an unfamiliar town. I swore at the voice coming from my phone for her split-second-too-late directions, while mom slammed on her imaginary brakes from the passenger side.
Her silvery white hair was a few shades lighter than her dress. I can’t recall ever seeing my aunt in a dress before.
Mother's day twenty-seven years ago I found out I was pregnant. I was nineteen, unmarried and scared sick. A home pregnancy test confirmed what I suspected. I thought it was nerves. I just finished college finals, but I passed with flying colors and I was still throwing up. I was three months late, but that... Continue Reading →