On the first morning of the retreat, we all read aloud the stories of our wounded inner child. And then we offer one another empathy and wise, tender words.
Monday afternoon, and E is back from her training on self-care. I’ve forewarned her that I’ve lost my enthusiasm for exploring the bat caves, that is, the darker recesses of my psyche. And she in turn has indicated she has every confidence we can get back in there. So there we are, smiling at each…
I’ve done this before, but evidently I need to do it again: I banish doubt and decide to believe the girl.
I find a fantasy-filled visualization helps me change the message of yet another dream about being assaulted.
I learned a lot this year about being compassionate with myself. I think a variety of supports came together for me, and something finally clicked.
I’ve been doing some reading that makes me wonder if I can learn to interrupt my depressive cycles.
So my husband and I find ourselves on a China tour with 24 others, all strangers to us when the tour starts. This is a rare experience for us; we usually arrange our travel on our own and at most sign up for a day tour of a specific place. We thought, however, that China would be…