When I first read this poem by Danielle Doby I immediately cried. The words felt like home…it put a voice to something that I had felt inside me for so long but could not name.
I used to hold a lot of shame around the part of me that felt like a “late bloomer”. Now I feel so much gratitude for the meandering path my heart has taken to create this sweet little life that is beginning holding all of me.
-Christy Lochary
Child Therapy
This Morning…
I am imperfect…
a work in progress…
a fresh start every day.
I am already full of life,
and seeking definition and clarity,
always circling back to the heart…
Hello Resistant Part
Hello Resistant Part
I have a Resistant Part of myself. When I meditate on it, this part seems as if it’s as old as dirt…that it has been with me most of my life protecting me from experiencing stories that my brain has deemed unsafe in the past…
A Fairy Tale…
I was recently invited to try writing a fairy tale. Here were the instructions: Start with “once upon a time,” imagine yourself as the main character, and just let it flow out. Here is what I came up with…
New scientific study on spanking… are we asking the right questions?
A few years ago I would have immediately lept onto my high horse after reading this article about the new ground-breaking scientific study on spanking, which states that five decades of research on children that were spanked shows spanking in fact doesn’t improve behavior or have positive long-term impact on a child’s life. A…
My Heart is a Voyager
My heart is a voyager Feeling the unknown like a tide Feeling the pulse and pull She sails the high seas Through ups and downs Calm and storm She calls them waves and rides them as they appear My dear heart She moves toward the dark The depth The beasts At the same time she…
Let’s Play
While I was searching for answers outside myself you came to me With just a little knock and a sweet connecting of eyes Yes, hello heart I am right here and so are you Let’s play even if its for a small moment
Rest
The rain drops fell and she wanted to rest. Rest in the warmth of her own precious heart, and everything went on around her.
Here I am again
Here I am again. Do I give myself up for other? Do I stay with myself, my experience? I want to want me. I can feel it in my core. Solid and warm. Right there. When I stop and breathe, there she is. Tiny and wild, naked with mud on her belly and feathers in…
