Dear Gentle Readers, In this post, I find myself particularly reflective. These nine months of being the midwife for the nineteen-year-old, providing space so that she could give birth to her story, has been unsettling as well as moving. She has helped me to experience a profound part of...
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Almost Twenty
Dear Readers ~ This week the story told by the nineteen-year-old closes as she prepares to turn twenty. Thank you for being here and for witnessing this one-year journey. Being the scribe for the nineteen-year-old I have learned to trust the creative process in new ways. I have gained...
The Benefit of Hiding
Dear Reader, WARNING! DO NOT read this post if you are triggered by any form of domestic violence, sexual predation, or PTSD due to personal trauma. All Readers proceed with caution. Take the best care of you. Thank you for your witnessing heart and mind. This Rite-of-Passage story has...
Alice is My Wonder Land
Dear Reader, I am remembering my commitment to my nineteen-year-old younger self. I share her story in her words. It is a story of courage as well as confusion. She is imperfect and deeply damaged. I hurt for her yet I remember that there is nothing to fix. I...
Tuesday Afternoon
He whom life fulfills, Though he remains a child, Is immune to the poisonous sting Of insects, to the ravening Of wild beasts or to the vultures’ bills. From Verse 55 Tao te Ching There is a quality of ‘no-time and no-place’ to these days. First thing in the...
Torn You Can Mend
Dear Readers, the nineteen-year-old continues to experience a year of separation. Separation from home and family, teen pregnancy, separation from her infant. She loses a sense of direction through displacement, entrapment, rape, and soul murder. Because of the LSD ‘medicine’, she becomes separated from her day to day consciousness,...
To Care, To Be Fair, To Be Humble
Dear Readers, This week, June 8, marks the 52nd anniversary of my son’s birth. The night yard will be filled with fireflies dazzling my eye as I recall the magic and the miracle of all that life brings. We are surrounded by what in Buddhism we learn to see...
This Will Help You
Here the story takes yet another profound and unbelievable turn. The nineteen-year-old tells of the bizarre and amazing experiences that create the extreme defining transition from her childhood to … ‘where am I now?’ She is being carried. She can have no idea what will happen next. Thank you,...
The Trap is Set
WARNING… Dear Readers, as stated in the last post…I appreciate your empathic eyes, your compassionate hearts, and your thoughtful comments both here and those received via email. Warning: violence ahead Take good care and tend to yourself. Do not read this excerpt if you are subject to PTSD. Do not...
A Bad Dream
In this series of posts, I’m stepping aside so that the nineteen-year-old Younger Self can freely speak to her experience in 1968. Even with our world moving through the Covid-19 crisis that currently confronts us I will continue to allow this Young One to share her story. Her story...