Diary of a Flawed Healer Part II Some mornings I wake up and I want to bury my whole body in the sand. Be The Ostrich. I’m sure I can pull it off in spite of my short, stocky legs. Perhaps if I stay there long enough, the bad stuff will go away. Oh, symphony…
Imperfection
Making the imperfect, perfect
Diary of a Flawed Healer Part I We mustn’t shy away from the unpleasant discomfort that comes with facing what’s beneath our immeasurable pain: our health issues, our relationships, the way life is panning out for us or how we feel about ourselves and our imperfections. In too many instances we look for perfection, aspire…