Imaginal Journal
Imagination is Medicine
Winnicott on Hide & Seek
“It is a joy to be hidden and a disaster not to be found”
Appointment with the Wise Old Dog
A powerful and illuminating journey of communing with the numinous images in the face of mortality
To Make Glad
“The work of love is to link, to connect up, to make whole, to make gracious, to make glad. Love makes space for its own flowing from the surface to depths, from each to other and back again, planting the world, making it bloom, building a bridge that extends beyond the grave.”
Writer's Block
I had a great heart to heart regarding writer's block with my Papa who is on his ranch in Mexico over the phone.
He reminded me that its ok to shine, forget what others will think and just write with heart and sincerity. He said to share what I've learned and to remember that I have the love and support of many.
He urged me to remain dedicated with patience as it took them forty years of hard work to achieve their level of success and mine will come too. He let me know that he just finished cultivating his milpa (fields) and the rains have been coming.
Tears and a motherland thunderstorm helped clear some doubts away knowing that the harvest will reap.
Dear Human by Courtney A. Walsh
Dear Human:
You’ve got it all wrong.
You didn’t come here to master unconditional love.
This is where you came from and where you’ll return.
You came here to learn personal love.
Universal love.
Messy love.
Sweaty Love.
Crazy love.
Broken love.
Whole love.
Infused with divinity.
Lived through the grace of stumbling.
Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up.
Often.
You didn’t come here to be perfect, you already are.
You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous.
And rising again into remembering.
But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.
Love in truth doesn’t need any adjectives.
It doesn’t require modifiers.
It doesn’t require the condition of perfection.
It only asks you to show up.
And do your best.
That you stay present and feel fully.
That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU.
Its enough.
It’s Plenty.