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Especially when we are writing for release, we should make good use of the writer’s drawer. Writing Traumas to Life I think graduate school was when I felt the most alive as a writer. It was a time of intense transition for me. I was studying what I was the most passionate about (the craft of writing). I began teaching adults for the first time. I found it vastly more stimulating and fulfilling than working with preschool age children. I became a mother, and with that family transition, I discovered

Whether you are observing a holiday or not, this time of year can be spirit crushing. Memories tend to rear their heads. Accessibility to (and desire to access) family becomes a point of reflection. Old patterns arise and we get mired in the struggle not to play them out again. We are rediscovering, redefining and setting our goals as we enter the next chapter of our lives. It doesn’t help that 2016 has been rife with conflict and disaster. Many of us would strike this year from history if we could.

This post was written almost a year ago and never published. At the time, I was working to come to grips with expectation versus reality when it came to my recovery from surgeries and illness and what that meant for my body and the way I see myself. I never published it because I wrote several pieces around this issue, the strongest of them being “Female Seeks Power” which was published on Open Thought Vortex Magazine. This piece is much more interior and is true for me today as I work

The morning chill hasn’t been enough to quell the heat of anxiety as it blooms in my belly upon waking. I fight dread off my chest and scrape myself off the bed as worry turns itself up. I have worked hard daily not to listen to fearful thoughts. Attention feeds them and then they grow. But today I found getting up easier even though the chatter was already present and rising. I got up feeling safe in myself, so I listened. It’s not easy to separate the threads of fear, and

Worry can consume our creativity if we let it. Writing is therapy for me. I teach it as a tool in the self-care kit. Denying myself writing is denying my own recovery, and I have met and worked with many others for whom this is true. This is why I frequently find myself advising that we write now and worry later. Shove the concern about who will see our work if it will even be seen at all and just get it out so we don’t become buried in our

Yulia Azriel is a Bloomington yogini who runs Gentle Heart Yoga and Wellness in Bloomington, IN. She regularly offers wellness retreats along with her husband, Gabriel Lantz. Yulia intended to lead yoga at one of my retreats, but our schedules didn’t match up. Instead, she created this amazing video so that all of my students can continue their trauma work from home with a reusable grounding tool. Originally, it was going to be shared only with class participants, but Yulia is the gentle heart she named her business for, and she

Students come to my classes afraid. They arrive because of the title and they want to leave because of the title. I understand. Really. I did years of talk therapy before I realized that dredging up painful memories was serving to keep the memories fresh rather than aid me in releasing them. I began a private practice of expressive writing because talk therapy always left me open. Vulnerable. Wounded. Raw. I am an inconsistent journaler at best, so I didn’t treat the writing as journaling. I didn’t treat it as anything other

Not everyone can come to my classes to write through trauma in a supportive group setting, so I decided when I started teaching that I would provide my core in-class resources on my site. I believe writing is an excellent tool in the self-care kit. I’ve put these posts in an order that you can use as an in-home syllabus. Consider working with one post per week, and complementing it with prompts from the linked page (see below).  While I believe the safest way to start an expressive writing practice for the

I wish we were having coffee. I could use a fresh ear. I have been resisting old patterns under the assumption they are methods of self-destruction. But what if they aren’t? For the last few weeks I have identified multiple areas of hurt, growth and transition in myself. My instinct is to step away from routine, put healthy relationships on pause, tend to myself and create space for new friendships and time alone. In doing this, I will grow, identify weeds to be pulled, find room to spread the roots

Half the battle is drawing the lines the other half is deciding which side to occupy which space not to share which lines to scuff even erase I used to stack my lines until I built up shaking walls surprised when they collapsed I was tumbled over a squiggly burial ground I ceased My finger, that toe, my nose- the part doesn’t matter just that they broke off one at a time until I was so much blood gritty remains I’m trying to say something some grand statement a meaningful,

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