Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

-Maya Angelou

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I am six years old. I have a toy walkie talkie and I'm playing in the yard at the back of the house. I'm in radio communication with Indiana Jones. I let him know that the enemy has been sighted and the exit to the cave is no longer secure. My adrenaline is spiking, but I remain calm. I'm running calculations and escape plans in my head. I love it. I think to myself, I want to be a spy when I grow up.

Now some 35 years later, I am not a spy. I'm allergic to adrenaline. I find myself in quiet conversations with clients, trying to name the enemies of shame, guilt, depression, regret and self-hatred. We practice strategies to stay present and mindful in each moment. I think to myself, I am so grateful to be in community with others, to practice being safely vulnerable.

Welcome to my blog. My hope is to share musings that will speak to you in some way. Enjoy.