When you do the work to write your own story from wholehearted healing, I think you'll find you create the life you've always wanted and yet maybe never even dared to dream it could be.
As I teach in the courage work, emotions get first crack at writing our stories when something hard happens. More than that, though, our bodies do too. Our bodies come in to save us through fight, flight, or freeze to
Every ending to the infertility journey is valid. Enough. And can be happy.
Our body remembers, trauma gets stuck in our tissues, our hearts yearn, and our brain makes up stories to keep us as safe and comfortable as possible.
The waves of grief will come. Sometimes in tsunami-like waves. Sometimes it's in slow ripples. Either way, the waves always come. We can ride them in. Be crashed to the bottom by them with a mouth full of sand. Or
This morning as I got ready, two mourning doves and a blue jay worked through some stuff in our holly tree right outside the window. Of course, the blue jay was pretty feisty and eventually staked its territory.
I've learned that when you hope in the things of this world, it easily can become the kind of hope that steals, kills, and destroys.
national pregnancy and infant loss awareness month
