Here in the North, winter is not a metaphor. It is a season you can feel in your bones: the short days, the long nights, the kind of cold that makes you catch your breath when you step outside. And at the same time, it is a metaphor for the…
Mary Oliver, in her poem In Blackwater Woods, offers this fierce and tender instruction for being human: To live in this world, you must be able to love what is mortal, hold it close as if your life depends on it, and when the time comes to let it go……
Every year as the holidays get closer, a familiar theme shows up in therapy sessions: “My family is so toxic.” “I just need to survive the visit.” “Being around my relatives sends me straight back into trauma.” The language of toxic family relationships, trauma, and nervous system collapse has become…
Living in integrity isn’t just a nice idea. It is the felt experience of your inner world and your outer life actually lining up. In therapy with me, that alignment grows out of one thing: we bring up the truth. Not the polished, edited version you’ve learned to show the…
Standing at the Threshold When people sit with me and talk about an upcoming psychedelic retreat, there is often a very particular light in their eyes: the look of someone standing at the edge of something that feels both terrifying and sacred. They say that they cannot keep living the…