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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).

Co-regulating with my cheffies

writing my way home

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.

Hi! I'm Heidi.

Writing helps me notice what I’m carrying. And then to meet myself with kindness in all my smallness and in all my bigness, in all my naked truth and in all the ways I’ve hidden from it, in the bright light of noon and the darkness of midnight, in calm and in upset, at any weight, at at any age, in any company…

Writing brings me home, wherever in the world I am.

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