I miss you, all the time. It’s okay, it’s a sweet ache – like my love for you floats through my cells, reminding me that you were here.

In the last two weeks, inside a container that contained the universe and timeless timelines, I fell in love.

It is a strange, inevitable sort of love. I’ve known it was coming for a while – six months of teetering on the edge of his gravity, reaching out tentative fingers only to pull them back, singed.

We awaken through our cells.

It is easy to open to the divine and leave the human behind. The beautiful angelic realms. Divine mind. The frequencies that vibrate so finely and bring light ecstasy. Spacious, endless spaciousness and the dissolution of self.

I am birthing myself. It is a strangely visceral process.

I can feel my little one inside my womb. Small, solid, filling my insides with a sense of substance. There is a being in here, my body says to me.

Healing happens where there is a meeting. To truly unburden and release the pain our parts have been carrying, they must be met, received, and witnessed.

There is a place where time stops, or rather, does not exist. Expansiveness stretches out. Every inch of space becomes impossibly dense and yet completely empty. Linear time exists inside the emptiness, like sparks arising and winking out. Everything that has ever happened is happening right now, and nothing at all is happening.

I want to talk to you about attunement. A year and a half ago, I learned what attunement really is. “Sometimes, in some cultures, someone might receive attunement for 8 hours at a time, just to fill up how much need they have,” my teacher told me. “That,” I thought, stars in my eyes. “I want that”.

We are in the most incredible wave of culture shift around our psychological state. Wisdom that has existed for thousands of years is meeting our newfound technological capacity, and our many hundreds of years of disembodied cognition is easing into an understanding that the body exists.

As I have sailed through the waves, I’ve noticed a few such bubbling places. I want to share my excitement for increasing accessibility, discoverability, and acceptance of healing practices and wisdom that can shift our experience of being alive.

If you’ve talked to me in the last few months, I’ve probably given you my soapbox on Ideal Parent Figure therapy and attachment theory. I am a little bit obsessed. I’ve been fascinated by the themes underlying different therapy treatments for a while, and I’ve been astounded at how much it feels like attachment theory explains.

I’ve also become just dramatically more secure from doing Ideal Parent Figure therapy. All my friends now do IPF therapy, and the emotional breakthroughs roll in every week.