Open-Hearted Awareness… My lost feet found their way inside the large heavy wooden doors. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, my hand intuitively reached for the small vessel hanging on the wall. Two fingers dipped themselves into the holy water; and, wet with moisture, I instinctively made the sign of the cross beginning at… Continue reading Its Not About Me
Adverse Childhood Experiences and the path towards healing. You are not alone.
