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Once upon a Time: the Fiction of ‘Me’.

Am I a complex interplay of unique energies interacting with one another like an immense orchestra that -- when playing together in the exactly right way (either by some inexplicable miracle or by some beautiful design) -- create in a single moment one pure strand of vibration that perfectly  ...

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La Famiglia: A Love Story.

Here’s to brothers who give you and your husband the best date nights in town, who bring pasta home from Italy in their backpacks, who are happy when they look at their kitchen sinks, and who will always have enough American bread and peanut butter and jelly on hand, just in case they get stuck  ...

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The Dancing Medicine.

Why, as we grow, do we disconnect from the medicine of our divine, inner child? Why do we block an untamed trust in the wisdom of our non-linear instincts? Why do we stop harvesting the beauty of a flexible mind? Because society values clear divisions between children and adults. Because we  ...

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Step Into the Freedom of Becoming Storyless.

The mind will panic and shout stories about who you are and why. It will demand that you identify yourself using words. It’s an adjustment, losing the fixation on the psychology behind yourself, and it feels like intentionally going blind, but you will discover how much more you can actually  ...

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Write away Walls, Welcome Love in.

Trauma changes you. Past experiences of hurt, abandonment and rejection create the need for protection. For me, love from others became something to fear and distrust. Over time, I came to believe that I wasn't worthy of real love. Obviously, if they don't love me, no one else will, I told  ...

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Rewriting My Love Stories.

I used to say that up until now I had lived to experience two great loves. I would look back fondly, reminiscing about how deep the feelings, how ridiculous the love, and painful the break-ups had been. I had felt something so powerful, so real and intense, or so I would tell myself. This was  ...

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