What you call a need to heal I call life.

It’s not easy being soup.

I left Massachusetts for California on August 15, 2024, with the dream that I was going to finally create a home for myself when I got there.

For the last three and a half years, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be coached and to coach.

I wrote my first blog post on June 9, 2016, after my best friend from childhood created a website for me as a present because, somehow, without seeing me for years, she knew this was what I needed.

In my previous post, I wrote about my resistance to claiming my own body, to admitting I was embodied to a group of people who were being trained to use their bodies as compasses to direct them toward their truths.

I love Martha Beck.

I have the best job in the world. I get to think of things I’d like to hear about, and then I get to listen to word musicians, word magicians, word kings and queens read what they conjured up in a minuscule amount of time.

I asked for a session with Katie because everything is great but I’m not feeling it in a deeply meaningful way.

The word for what happened to me as a baby doesn’t exist, and so I don’t have the power I need to feel fully present and connected to others.

The thing about feeling broken is that “broken” is related to “broke” which is related to “not whole” or “in trouble”.