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This is the place of creation, the matrix, the womb. It is woman. This is a mother’s stomach in its beauitful, natural state. I see a lot women today who seem to deny the roundness of their womb. I can’t help but wonder if this rejection of our natural form isn’t a rejection of the…

This is how you change when you go to the orchard where the heart opens: you become fragrance and the light that burning oil gives off, long strands of grieving hair, lion and at the same time, gazelle. You’re walking alone without feet, as riverwater does. The taste of a wine that is bitter and…

the not-so-secret swing Originally uploaded by torontofotobug. There are times in life when I feel like I’m suspended by a chain, not sure where to go or what to do. I have so long been driven by the need to please others, so long pulled in the vortex of the needs of others… and now…….

I am getting ready for my trip to Hawaii presently. I’m doing a presenation for the National Expressive Arts Therapy Association’s Annual Conference in Honolulu. It feels a little scarey but also exciting. I am most delighted that I get to sink my toes into the sand in Kauai for a week after the conference….

I once wrote a description of “Kymberlee the Healer” for a class. Here it is: I help piece together the broken child inside of people. The wounding of not being able to be FREE. Free to express all of the silliness, wiggles, screams and color that have been held inside for too long. I create…

Close every door to me, Hide all the world from me Bar all the windows And shut out the light Do what you want with me, Hate me and laugh at me Darken my daytime And torture my night If my life were important I Would ask will I live or die But I know…