Category Archives: healing

ReStory Notes: Some Powerful Questions & Answers

The ReStory Your Life – Freedom After Trauma Meetup that I led may be over, but the notes I made and the lessons I planned are still relevant. I recently reread some of the ideas that I offered in the talk I gave before we shared as a group and wrote. In time, I stopped…

Our Bodies are Key in Healing Trauma

When I had pyloric stenosis, a stomach obstruction, as an infant, by 26 days old I had lost two and a half pounds–a skin and bones baby. My mother was terrified and frantic, for I was misdiagnosed and the medical professionals were not helping. I was dying. I say this but don’t remember. Guaranteed that my…

Into Sky: A Tale of Somatic Release

I’m growing a wing. More accurately, the wing that’s always been there, atrophied and flightless, is finding freedom. Strange as it sounds, my shoulder is being liberated from guarding my body where a surgeon cut my belly open when I was twenty-six days old.  Somatic release! Amazing. Check this out. All day every day, and…

The Attack of the Lamp

I’m up at 3 a.m. on my way to the bathroom. Since we use the one in the garage now that our mom uses the primary bathroom, I have to walk through the kitchen. As I turn on the garage light, I happen to glance back into the dark and see the dim outline of…

Images of Healing

Drawing and painting have allowed me access to inner images. The original title of this piece is “Parts.”At age twenty-six in 1978 and in therapy with Lee O. Johnson, I watercolor-painted this snow-woman. I was starting to find some balance in my life. Even though I was wounded (dab of red), my body parts are neatly…

ReStory Your Life!

Lots of good changes coming to myincision!  By January 2013, this blog will be part of my website ReStory Your Life. This website will not only house my blog but will announce my speaking engagements, workshops, and publications and showcase my poetry, prose and artwork. I am excited to announce my first presentation of 2013,…

Incisions–Coming Full Circle

Last Thursday, a dermatologist cut out a melanoma on the back of my leg just below my calf. It was a slow spreading kind and since I caught it early, I am told that it hasn’t metastasized. That’s the good news. I didn’t think the surgery and recovery were going to be a big deal. But…

What sharp edges know–A Portrait

Here is a portrait of me that I drew May 15, 1976. I had left Synanon, a rehabilitation community, six months earlier and was living in East Oakland, California  with a small group of artists and students. In drawing this image with a magic marker, I was not aware of any issue regarding the trauma…

Draw what bubbles up

I was 25 years old, lying in sand by the Pacific Ocean. I had come to the sea to kill myself, depressed again after so many years of trying to make my life work since my suicide attempt at age 21. But I just couldn’t bring myself to harm; I had grown. So I drew…

Newly Wired or The PTSD Moment I Didn’t Have

I’ve changed. My brain has changed!  It’s true. I overrode my automatic Post-traumatic Stress response last night. There I was lying in bed, enjoying an Esther and Jerry Hicks video, when I noticed the LED light behind me reflected onto my computer screen. Freak out!  That round, bright light hovering over me (the computer was on…