I am a trauma recovery coach who uses somatic practices and the ReBloom method for post-traumatic growth created by Rachael Maddox. This blog category includes writing about my offerings, and all nerdy things trauma-healing related.
This is the story of a schoolyard bully, a conspiracy led by mom, and the dynamics of shame that can get stuck in the body. Growing up in the 60s, we had a neighbour who lived across the street. He was a year younger than me, in my brother’s class at school. And he was … Continue reading The Dynamics of Shame
The scent of lilacs sparks musings on ancestral memory and healing. What experiences imprinted the scent in my family's collective memory?
I am a trauma recovery somatic coach who helps people heal and find ease from trauma that gets stuck in the body and gets in the way of living a fulfilled and authentic life. I have experienced the ReBloom method guided by Jo Tucker, a member of the ReBloom Hive and post-traumatic guide. I find this … Continue reading Trauma Recovery using the ReBloom Method
Pain is a side-effect, not the goal, and it is most certainly not a reward. I'm writing a new song. I’m unlearning self-combat and replacing it with self-compassion.
I am resourcing the incredible strength of character and unconditional love I’ve inherited from my mom. And I am grateful.
Like many of us, I’ve internalized arbitrary standards of health and beauty imposed by systems and those dominant cultures that have nothing whatsoever to do with health, inclusion and love and everything to do with control, and exploitation.
In this very strangest of years, Christmas time has come feeling – well, feeling more Christmassy – than any other has felt for me in a very long time. No decorations, no parties, no fancy dress (and let’s face it, maybe not even a shower). No mad dash shopping, no lights, no tree. I don’t … Continue reading A Christmas Wish
A life coach creates safe space for you to explore, examine and excavate, experiment and create strategies that work for you
My right eyebrow is split by a scar incurred as a young teen. One afternoon while my family was participating in a family day at the local YMCA, I took to the gym to play on the uneven parallel bars. I loved gymnastics despite being told repeatedly that I had the less than ideal body … Continue reading Old Scars
Confessions of a Quitter Our family camp on the north shore of Lake Superior was the landing place for creating some of my most cherished family memories. I was young and single and enjoyed the arguable status of ‘best aunt in the whole wide world’ to my two young nephews. I think proximity had a … Continue reading She Leaved