Rewriting My Script

Odd that it is watching, and enjoying,  the SuperBowl that has brought me clarity around the concept of the roles we are assigned, and accept.  In my family of origin I was given the role of quiet, perfect Murphy, not the brightest, but certainly the sweetest of the bunch.  Through that lens I came to … Continue reading Rewriting My Script

A Safe Space

I learned what a safe space is from an elderly gentleman who recently joined the yoga studio.  The first time I met him he sat on the sofa and talked, about himself, the entire time I was trying to check students in.  I was rather annoyed and, when he promised to finish a story after … Continue reading A Safe Space