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Befriending Time, MacGyver Style

Time is one of those concepts that would likely implode our brains if we ever fully grasped it. All my brain can manage to hold onto is a collection of little stories that secretly hold the definitions of time. One of these stories comes from the show MacGyver, a 1980’s American television program I loved to…
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When You Push Yourself Too Hard: Five Practices to Get Your Life Back

We all have a little Inner Drill Sergeant in us. You know, the voice that drives you along and tells you to push harder and do more? While some might find benefit from more of the internal nagging, in many cultures it can be such a strong force that it drives us to dis-ease. In…
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It Takes an Inner Village: You and Your Many Parts

This morning I found myself in an unexpected argument with my husband. 😬 It was supposed to be a mildly mundane conversation about our schedule wherein I offer to take on more time with our children. But all of a sudden he’s upset with me and I’m completely baffled. I’m convinced that I’m acting from…
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“OH NO! We’ve Got to Go Through It!”

There’s a song I’ve sung to both my children called “We’re Going on a Bear Hunt”. It’s the story of this brave quest to find a bear – perhaps you can view the bear hunt as a metaphor in this case for enlightenment or some other spiritual goal. In this preschool song there are MANY…
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The Comfort of your OWN Touch

Here’s a little tool I use a lot in my therapy room. It has a very clinical-sounding name: bilateral stimulation. But no need to be intimidated – no electricity, probes or other devices are involved in this endeavor! Just your sweet little hands and your good ol’ reliable breath. 🤲 🌬 Bilateral stimulation essentially means that…
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Taking a Meaningful Inventory of Your Friendships

Loneliness is one of those conditions that is at the root of so much of our suffering. Human beings are designed to live in community, and so when we feel disconnected and apart from others our systems don’t tolerate it well. Loneliness is born from the illusion that we are separate. When indeed, we are…
