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Tell the Story of Who You Are With Your Whole Heart

Important Question: What is keeping me from completing my memoir?

Psyche’s Answer: You must give birth to and release what you have been carefully nurturing for soooo long!

Courage: to tell the story of who you are with your whole heart

In 1987 I released my newborn into the waiting arms of his adoptive mom.

30 years later, I am struggling to release the story of who I am and what I am becoming…

After my mom died in 2008 I dreamed:

In the middle of the front yard of our home there are large stones that spell out a word:

The word is COURAGE

I became the Goddess without the feminine ground that would return me to humanity. 
I am beginning to understand the power of archetype. I am conscious and making choices YES!
This morning I wrote down a new writing schedule in my journal. These hours will be devoted to writing and preparation for birth.
I begin to page through the edited version of my manuscript and I see the words
and am able to fly, and dive deep, anew…and where I never imagined possible, until now. ~synchronicity in the moment of writing/excerpt from a friend’s email

I am doing what needs to be done to complete my memoir, perform my life, discover more…
My surrogate son’s 30th birthday is Saturday. This is the first birthday I am able to wish him a
Happy Birthday!
 I am celebrating my son’s life, our story.
What I said yes to…
I will never say yes to again…
I am the woman, I am today because of my experience as a surrogate mother
because I play
because I create
because I write… I am READY to complete a lengthy work filled with story, images, dreams, and letters.
I am READY to deepen my work and accept the challenge of completing my work. It is difficult to write about completion and release…there’s a lot for me to learn. This is another step in making sense of what holds me back. Not wanting to let go has brought me to tears, sobbing, many times. I can do this!
IMAGINE what will birth next?!
I’m going to keep writing and watch to see what synchronicities emerge. Undoubtedly many of these connections will bring difficulties and challenges + de-light!
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Chestnut Trees & Recalling One of Life’s Turning Points

On my walk today I pass under a golden-colored chestnut tree. The chestnut fruit has a pointed end with a small tuft at its tip, and at the other end, a pale brown attachment scar. I remember my scars.

I pick up some of the chestnuts that are now scattered under the tree’s canopy and revel in their shiny rich brown coloring. I put a few in my pocket and rub them like worry beads as I walk. I remember that as a girl I loved walking under the chestnut trees that lined the Ballard streets. When the fruit dropped to the ground I would stuff my pockets full just as I have today.Chestnut

Chestnuts are plentiful this autumn as are the archival images and treasures that I keep close to me.

I’m preparing for my Connecticut in-residency performance and workshops. While walking I’m musing over some of the thoughts that I shared during my interview today on ‘Creativity in Play’.

My play-based work and my practice of ‘play in the everyday’ informs how I move in the world.

I stop and ask myself questions like, how can I play with what wants to be included? Where do I begin? How can I listen more deeply? What playful action is called for?

In a September dream, Joy is sitting right next to me. Joy is beside me and I’m surprised.

Even now, Its time to invite Joy in! Play is always spiraling around me and calls me to look again at who is sitting right there. In easy reach.

As I recall one of my life’s turning points I am writing handwritten letters to my surrogate son, going through physical and digital boxes of images from my life story, clearing, playfully organizing in our new home, dreaming, and sharing my dreams and stories with others.


I am fiercely committed to my playful journey. At times I feel impatient. My life is moving in a spiral, cycles that move from fulfilling to disappointing, easy to frustrating. My motto for today is–

Things have a way of falling into place.

selchie dance