Month: February 2020

Impostor, Impostor: A Prologue (of sorts)

Impostor, Impostor: A Prologue (of sorts)

Creative expression is therapeutic and healing because it involves the inner work – it brings the unconscious to light. You can work through unhealthy and false beliefs simply by creating.  Creating brings new life.  New beliefs.  It’s cathartic. It’s important work.

On Tuesday, I released my first collection of poetry, Impostor, Impostor (an obvious nod to “Impostor Syndrome”). It’s a strange feeling releasing a book into the wild.  Creating is an act of vulnerability and inner work. Publishing your creation is like putting your vulnerability and inner work on display – and is even more vulnerable. 

I have written poetry for as long as I can remember. I write to process. I write to express. I write to live. It is a necessary part of living for me.  Outside of publishing some pieces in college and more recently posting some pieces online, I have kept much of my work private. And for the primary reason of feeling too vulnerable.  The risk of rejection.  The risk of putting your naked soul on display for the judgment of the world. 

I’ve done so much work in the last couple of years undoing these blocks, finding value in my voice, and finding courage in putting myself out there.  It is an absolute act of bravery to create.  And it’s important that we do create. Even if not for publication – creating is an innate part of being human. We have creative power inside that we are burying and disowning, and it is spiritually draining. Continue reading “Impostor, Impostor: A Prologue (of sorts)”

Nature Calling: Return to the Plant Path

Nature Calling: Return to the Plant Path

All that man needs for health and healing has been provided by God in nature; the challenge of science is to find it.” – Paracelsus


Since I’ve been out of work because of mold illness (find that story here), I have been surprisingly happy.  Not just happy, but overwhelmingly happy and excited.

Now don’t get me wrong – I am definitely having moments of panic about paying bills because I for real have no income. It’s terrifying. But despite losing my house, my job, pretty much everything I own and still battling mold sickness, I am so happy. 

In many ways it feels like I’m rediscovering me.  I have a completed book of poetry that is nearing publication (Update: It’s here!).  I am working to improve on guitar and have learned to finger pick (thank you, dear husband, for that lesson).  And I have returned to my long-time love – herbal medicine – and it is filling my heart with so much life. Continue reading “Nature Calling: Return to the Plant Path”