Light Pours In: The Healing Power Of Loving Touch

My clothes hang over a hook on the door.  The room is sunny and decorated in pale blue with images of the buddha and a picture of Rev. Dr. King.  I climb onto the table and cover up with a thick blanket.  There's a table heater; it is comforting.  Anna comes in and asks if … Continue reading Light Pours In: The Healing Power Of Loving Touch

Where Love Comes From and Who Will Be There At The Finish Line

Trow is out of town. It’s taken some time to get out of the house for my run; I had nightmares about Kevin and my abuser and being lost on the subway in New York, trying to get home with no home to go to. I woke up panicking and soaked in sweat and then … Continue reading Where Love Comes From and Who Will Be There At The Finish Line