The other day, as I sat watching tv, I realized how many commercials (in succession) targeted women and girls. The commercials had a few things in common. First, they began with selling the viewer a lie: that she is flawed. Then, they sold the viewer the solution: whatever their product was. In just an hour’s … Continue reading There Is Nothing Wrong with Us
I have been extremely empathic my entire life. Perhaps that explains my calling into the healing arts. It's a weekly, no, DAILY struggle to be in this body and mind sometimes. I don't just feel for people, I feel DEEPLY for them. I suffer emotionally right along with people once I know their pains, … Continue reading Nothing Negative About Negative Space
Ask my two best friends and they’ll tell you I know how to complain like nobody’s business. Some days, my complaints are legitimate. Others, I just wake up with a gripe on and things snowball from there. My “mood” will catch fire and negativity will roll from my tongue…or my fingers if I’m texting my … Continue reading Complain Less….Feel Better
I can only write about that which I know firsthand. Being a bodyworker, I’m always fascinated at the human body’s ability to heal itself. Livers can regenerate. Scabs form to knit skin together when it’s been cut. Noses cease bleeding as blood clots form. Bones calcify after a break. When a body is wounded, forces … Continue reading Forgiveness 101
I have more blessings than I can shake a stick at. I’ve got a comfortable home, filled with things that are reflective of me. My bills are paid, and my house has heat. The cupboards and refrigerator contain food, and I can get something to eat at any moment I’m feeling hungry. Water comes out … Continue reading Just Enough
If Resistance was my first name, Rejection would be my middle. I’m fairly quick to reject anything that isn’t mine: ideas, opinions, suggestions. In fact, the knee-jerk response to doing so is so swift and frequent, I will be in line for a knee replacement soon. Much like it’s friend Resistance, Rejection has to do … Continue reading Blueberries are better than an MRI
My mother should have name me Resistance rather than Dawn. Although I try to embrace the newness of each day, the truth is resisting the natural flow of life seems to be more my thing. If ever there was an award for clenching, fretting, back-peddling, and wanting to hide, I’d have taken that sucker home. … Continue reading Dawn Is My Name
