Safe to say no

Learn to say no (and hear no) with less guilt and hurt, and more connection

writing my way home

Translations

Volver a los 17. A translation.

Musings

Co-regulating with my cheffies

Flakey salt from a glass bowl spilled on a wooden surface. (Yes, salt is a comfort for me, and comforts are part of nervous system healing).

Musings

Dirt: A Love Affair

A very young girl in long knit-woolen pants and slightly too small fuzzy jacket with a hood pulled over her head. She is grinning. Next to her, on a cement pathway is is a bottle with light brown liquid. She looks quite pleased.

Open Letters

Dear Money

Four stacks of coins and a jar full of coins, all with a tender green shoot of growth coming out the top

writing my way home

Musings

Odd-time Things

Heidi's Pen

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Writing helps me practice friendly awareness toward myself and others. When I write, I pause. And when I pause, I get to meet myself with kindness no matter what I'm carrying, no matter what I'm holding. In that way, writing brings me home, wherever in the world I am.

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A very young girl in long knit-woolen pants and slightly too small fuzzy jacket with a hood pulled over her head. She is grinning. Next to her, on a cement pathway is is a bottle with light brown liquid. She looks quite pleased.

Musings

Dirt: A Love Affair

Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved playing in the dirt. That bottle by my side in this picture taken circa 1971 in Chile? It’s a vegetable oil bottle my mom let me have, a perfect receptacle in which to make… chocolate milk, of course. Dirt and water. I can… [Continue Reading]

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