Now held in my hands was the same gritty, coarse skin of a large, beautiful dogfish that I had once witnessed my Father so kindly handle. This Dog Fish was not spritely. He was at death's door, and I had the feeling I had come just before he was about to paddle over the threshold….

And like all good things, at least for me, that are on the very edge of emergence from my deepest parts into and through my conscious awareness and out into the outside world, it is somewhat hard for “me” to find the words….

This story, like all first-person accounts worth their salt, is that sweet spot mix of truth and embellishment. The kind of embellishment which is not boastful, but that which is inevitable when life’s riches embed themselves into the jewels of your deepest core memories…

There comes a point in the healing journey where you are no longer who you were, yet not quite who you are becoming. It’s a place of exquisite tension, raw, luminous, and quietly alive.

Cultivating Authentic Agency ~ Offering insights, strategies, and real-world stories to help you make intentional choices.

Time to defy your limits.

How the stories we tell each other help us unfold from panic.