Over the last six months, I’ve experienced significant shifts in my recovery. I’m feeling it in my writing and illustrations, where I’m now able to convey things that previously defied articulation or required 42 million words. Looking back, my older
1. Identity — Who am I without the struggle? 2. Agency — The difference between reacting and initiating 3. The nervous system — When peace is unfamiliar 4. Desire — Discovering what I actually want 5. Dignity — Beyond defending
I can’t help but laugh in disbelief as I recall my initial encounter of Japan. I seriously took the bowing personally. Not joking. I was 22, and not an all an adult. My understanding of respect, deference, and what people
In my unlearning — and in forming an understanding of the kinds of love and energy that make sense and feel safe to me — I am having to unlearn a lot of the scary love that shaped me into
I’ve been reading about relationships—attachment, avoidance, conflict, repair, deflection, ego, intimacy. And I am noting things that feel true to me. Not rules. Not credentials I suddenly possess. Just observations about the habits and behaviors that seem to accompany loving
In a system where acknowledging injury threatens the archetypal version of reality everyone is supposed to be organized around: The governing mythology seems to be that strong, healthy, rational people are unaffected. They do not feel disturbed, injured, angry, or overwhelmed.
I am slowly mining gems of peace from the work of reconciling and healing, I must do on my own. According to Reverend Desmond Tutu; healing and reconciliation do not erase the reality of injuries that occur AND forgiveness is not pretending that
I’ve been thinking about the difference between making memories and making things look nice for photographs. Shared experiences and connections…rather than required and posed photos with others in close proximity. I have too many photos suggestive of good times and