What if God is Not Perfect?, by Jacqueline DeSelms-Wolfe, MEd

What if God is Not Perfect?, by Jacqueline DeSelms-Wolfe, MEd

I have a teacher that always tells me to wait. She tells me that waiting is the space that allows for the receiving and the giving of love.

It’s easy to wait when things are good. It’s easy to do when the sun is shining. It is easy to do when the house is clean and the kids are at the grandparents. It’s easy to do when life feels perfect. When life is running smoothly, my heart is open, waiting and saying “bring on the love.”

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My Graduation Vow, by Jenny Emerson, LMFT, LMT

My Graduation Vow, by Jenny Emerson, LMFT, LMT

Another School of Healing Arts graduation is upon us.  At each graduation, students recite their own personal vow that they developed from what they have learned at our school.  The following is staff member Jenny Emerson's vow from her graduation from our Kabbalah program in 2011.

"What I have learned in Kabbalah is that I am like a cake. You see, I start out in Asiyah with all my parts laid out on a counter like the ingredients of a cake. There is separateness here. The eggs, the flour, the water, etc. they don’t touch. Just like my sense of humor doesn’t want to be near my angry side. Here I struggle to manage and control myself. Make all my parts behave, only showing certain ones to certain people.

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Creating Community and Connection: Finding My Tribe, by Larkin Oates

Creating Community and Connection: Finding My Tribe, by Larkin Oates

Carrying a basket of striped sock monkeys and assorted stuffed animals, I grab my tea and enter the casual lounge space. The three people wait as I then settle into my seat. We gather here because one woman dared to ask for help when experiencing personal despair. Specifically, she asked us to facilitate an intensive daylong inward journey.

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Christmas Stress, by Susan Austin-Crumpton

Christmas Stress, by Susan Austin-Crumpton

As a young woman I was terrified to stay alone in the house overnight. As the mother of two young children, I would bravely pretend confidence and bravado. One night when alone in the house, I lay awake listening to the sound of rustling leaves under my window imagining the footsteps of the intruder outside.

Fear paralyzed my body and my mind.

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