Supporting Youth “You’re not depressed, you’re just selfish,” her father’s words sank into her bones. In an instant, the world became tinier than it already felt in her restless body. As a 16-year-old already feeling lost in her skin and seeking a way out through peers, self-harm, sex, and substances, she unleashed what she’d beenContinue reading “4 Ways to Support Youth”
The aspen shivers. There are hundreds of others just like her, but she overlooks the sanctuary that surrounds her. She only feels her frozen bones as her costume falls to decompose. She is naked and alone in the forest as the land cycles into winter.
In whatever ways grief has prepared you for this year’s wintertide, you’re not alone if you feel completely exposed to the elements.
Music & Movement Medicine Meditation “root to rise” the depths of my being dance into the earth with strength and patience these roots move me as they grow under the surface where I cannot see with eyes but feel in my bloodstream I fall deep into myself I grow slowly slowly down until I riseContinue reading “Abide; V5”
Good Day: Strength for Your Morning Meditate: Energize: Find something cool to energize your senses this morning (Ex. Icy water to splash on your face) Write: Draw a solar system with you as a planet orbiting a sun. Think “what has been at the center of my life lately?” Write “I choose my light, andContinue reading “Abide; V2”
In the depth of winter, it’s been difficult to imagine the lush growth of spring. I’m not sure if you’ve been experiencing this as well where you are, but in Montana, the weight of the snow and the deep dark is pressing in on us. Through each outside season over the last year and aContinue reading “Meditation for Anxiety”
Anichka, a five-year-old, smiles sweetly and grabs my frozen hand, leading me toward a tiny house heated by a wood-fire. Before I open the small door, another child named Fafa hands me a soft broom and points to Anichka’s—and his own—dirt-and snow-caked clothes. My stiff hands grasp ahold of the broom and they both giggle asContinue reading “The Forest School”
Outside, the summer wind breathes through the lush and bursting forest, and inside, a cold breeze chills even safely-buried roots. Overgrown stinging nettle stings my legs with each step, stabs my tongue with each word. I am left speechless in my own skin. What happened to the good stories? Life weaving braids of gratitude andContinue reading “El Agua”