The Trauma that Blinds Us

Trauma can be like a repeating record, a time-loop, circulating through another kind of time. The same octave notes keep repeating, said one writer, until they get heard. Yet many trauma therapies come short in matching the compulsive sense of truth that can be the perfume of most traumatic experiences. …

Neurobiology and yoga

A friend of mine who is a highly ethical and unusually tuned in yoga teacher is offering some courses. Kristine Kaoverii Weber gave me the basic foundations of yoga that got me out of bed when I was bedridden. Really it felt like a transmission because with her early coaching/teaching I literally rose up out… Continue Reading →

Leaflin: purveyor of magic

by Leaflin Lore Winecoff — I would like to not think in terms of words like “anxiety”, “depression”; “chronic pain” and “disorder”, because I feel that these words cloak secret treasures. I got “magician problems”. …

Bipolar: contemplation about the psych label

I am life. I am psychedelic. I am kaleidoscopic. I am conscious. I am aware. I am silence. I am chaos.  The term bipolar *disorder* attempts to diminish. Two poles? In a world of endless spectrums all interlacing into oneness? What nonsense. The term bipolar is attached to people like me. We frighten those “treating” us. We are sensitive, open, people in need of shamanic-like guidance.

“How did this happen? You’re the most resourced person I know. “

“How did this happen? You’re the most resourced person I know. ” That was one of my friend’s response when they heard about what happened to me in December when I ended up in the ICU with the precipitous sodium drop (hyponatremia) that almost killed me.  It happened after I took a pharmaceutical for 3 days — the first pharmaceutical I’ve taken since I came off a massive cocktail of psych drugs 8 years ago. The above quoted question and sentence keeps coming back to me since, I too, have had my own version of that inquiry within.

Coming home (by Paul Woodward and Monica)

I retired the site late last year and didn’t know what the future of my work would be. I had become progressively ill with digestive and auto-immune issues in spite of eating and living really clean and well. I continued to deal with severe iatrogenic injury from the cocktail of psych drugs I came off of many years ago now. Drugs really do cause harm and I was about to discover that all over again.

Hello self-loathing, my old friend….

By Elisabeth Svanholmer Self-loathing as a belief system Today I did a session on beliefs with a community team and one of the subjects that came up was self-loathing. It can be painful to witness somebody caught in cycles of self-loathing, it’s easy to feel powerless and frustrated and it’s only natural to want to… Continue Reading →

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