El Porvenir 

http://www.elporvenircamp.com There are few places on earth that reconcile my heart. Looking back trying to piece the puzzle together I realize I never truly walked my path alone.    Each summer my parents would send me to a camp through our church called El porvenir Christian camp.     The energy of the forest transformed me like a mother rocking her child to sleep. I connected deeply…

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DSM-5: Rethinking Reactive Attachment Disorder

There’s an itch within me I can’t scratch; a wild animal clawing to get out. I climb to the highest vantage point in order for all to hear because I have something to say.     Most keep on walking like they have seen it all before; a deranged loon yelling at the top of a building. The disconnect does not bother me; one person in…

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Setting the stage 

I have tried many times over the years to create a timeline starting with major events to chronicle my life.    To remember so many significant events all at once is hard to process, But something in me feels the need; the drive to get it all out, to come clean. I feel these secrets are mine, dirty and tattered as they are. But, they…

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Expanding upon one dimension of “Hell”

I am a novice so I won’t pretend to be a billy graham, not that I would want to be anyway. I always find it interesting that atheists can quote scripture better than most christians; as christians, we should take a lesson. With that said, it’s hard to understand what the phrase “the living word” truly means if you have never felt the energy that…

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The secrets a closed mind protects 

People are layered like coats of paint on a wall. With each broken heart, deserted dream, or loss of hope a new coat is added. Imagine what each layer hides; fear painted over with sadness, sadness painted over with anxiety, etc. now, imagine a person seeking true healing because they are tired of the paint masking reality. You scrape off a layer of anxiety to…

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When fear is triggered 

The words she spoke were so familiar they took on a life of their own, forcing my subconscious to go on guard and wrap itself in a metaphorical, clear plastic egg.  A few typed words sent me into a panic as I desperately tried plugging holes in my boat with my fingers. I became hyperaware of everything; the silence vibrated, even the feel of the wood…

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* I never post what I write. Actually, I send them to a friend and she stores them for me. I wrote this blog on  3-11-15 and my only other post on WordPress was from a few years ago. There is so much going unsaid that I feel I’m doing people and injustice (not like anyone reads what I write anyway! Ha). I should do…

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