A Rite to Rage: Sacred Rage Rites
I grew up being told that it wasn’t okay for me to be angry. This is something that my parents told me directly. Good girls don’t get angry. Nice daughters don’t react. Hold your tongue. I grew up with anger being a bad word, and not an expression I was allowed to feel or embody, especially at and about my parents. My parents’ anger and rage were not always proportional to what I did and…
A Mom’s Mental Load: Carrying your own Vasilisa Doll
I just got back from a vacation. My first beach holiday in years. It was to honour my 50th birthday, not as a break from life. Yes, i wanted to…
In the Womb of Winter: Midlife Apprenticeship for a Future Crone
We are in the final weeks of Winter where I live. It’s connected to the sacred feminine energy of the Crone, the elder matriarch who models rest, wisdom, and patience.…
A Well of Grief
We are a month into this new year, and there is so much to grieve already. The human rights of folks in various parts of the world, the right we…
A Year with Presence
Each year, i choose a word to lead me, to teach and guide me. This year, i was given the gift of PRESENCE, and like many words before, i end…
The Unravelling that Transforms: To Be Heard is to Become Me
It took me suffering in silence because I didn’t realize that I had a poison ivy infection for me to realize that I too, like my mom, don’t always speak…
The Veil of Perimenopause
October hosts a number of key dates, namely World Mental Health Day on October 10, and World Menopause Day on October 18. For me, a feminist therapist who specializes in…
Following the Red Thread
When my mom died in 2022, she left a huge hole in my heart. Not just for the void of not having a mother anymore and getting to be mothered…
The Summer I Became Relaxed
I had a realization recently that I want my kids to see me relaxing. It came after noticing how I would make a point to look busy when they came…