It is the day after Father’s Day 2021. All day yesterday I read beautiful tributes for, grief infused messages to, and lots of pictures of, Fathers, but I couldn’t write one yesterday. I was Quiet. Thoughtful. Remembering. My father died
Today I was looking through some old files and I found the writing below. I wrote it a year ago (2016), after returning from the same White Mountains (AZ) where I just visited. All written is still true, even more
I am the daughter and the granddaughter of combat veterans. I have learned to see, and slowly understand, the negative impacts of post-traumatic stress on warriors and their families. In my personal life, my experience with my father led me
Tomorrow morning I fly to Florida for an intensive weekend training with Opus Peace. I will be trained as a Soul Injury Ambassador to host ceremonial workshops designed to help PTSD affected veterans tend their Soul Injuries from war and
I had the opportunity in August to travel to Oregon to attend the wedding of a childhood friend. A friend traveled with me, and she was curious to see where I grew up, and asked for a tour. I have
Something told me it was time to present a Soul Retrieval workshop again, as I hadn’t offered a class on this subject in over a year.
Accepting the Ashes is a proactive and enlightening story to help you and your loved ones understand PTSD.
