MY STORY

My personal experience of change through psychotherapy inspired me to leave my 15 year corporate career and become a therapist. Several years ago I was in a deeply stuck place. My life looked "great on paper." I had a job at a well known tech company. I lived in the heart of San Fransisco, one of the most beautiful and bizarre cities in the country. I had friends I enjoyed and respected. I was set up with all the things that I was "supposed" to have but I felt like I was living someone else's life. A small part in me kept saying: "there must be more to this. Keep going." I didn't know it at the time but my soul was calling for its freedom. Perhaps yours is, too.

I responded from a place of "what do I have to lose" and began psychotherapy. One of the important Truths I learned through this process is that developing a relationship with our inner life supports our unfolding toward freedom, choice, and meaningful living.

The therapy I offer is an integration of the most powerful therapeutic perspectives and tools I have experienced myself. Whatever may be waiting to meet you, it is my honor to support you on your path toward yourself.

My work is influenced and informed by the following threads: Gestalt therapy and the lineage of Fritz Perls, the thought and lineage of C.G. Jung, Brainspotting and the work of David Grand, parts work, phenomenology, the uncertainty principle, Vipassana meditation practices, my own psychotherapeutic process, my experiences living as a human on this earth.

My style is gentle and direct. I also believe strongly in the healing power of humor.

My education includes an M.A. in Integral Counseling Psychology from the California Institute of Integral Studies and an undergraduate degree in Religion from Trinity College in Hartford, Connecticut.

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For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet

Put down that bag of potato chips, that white bread, that bottle of pop.

Turn off that cellphone, computer, remote control.

Open the door, then close it behind you.

Take a breath offered by the friendly winds. They travel the earth gathering essences of plants to clean.

Give it back with gratitude.

If you sing it will give your spirit lift to fly to the stars' ears and back.

Acknowledge this earth who has cared for you since you were a dream planting itself precisely within your parents' desire.

Let your moccasin feet take you to the encampment of the guardians who have known you before time, who will be there after time. They sit before the fire that has been there without time.

Let the earth stabilize your postcolonial insecure jitters.

Be respectful of the small insects, birds and animal people who accompany you.

Ask forgiveness for the harm we humans have brought down upon them.

Don't worry.

The heart knows the way though there may be high-rises, interstates, checkpoints, armed soldiers, massacres, wars, and those who will despise you because they despise themselves.

The journey might take you a few hours, a day, a year, a few years, a hundred, a thousand or even more.

Watch your mind. Without training it might run away and leave your heart for the immense human feast set by the thieves of time.

Don't hold regrets.

When you find your way to the circle, to the fire kept burning by the keepers of your soul, you will be welcomed.

You must clean yourself with cedar, sage, or other healing plant.

Cut the ties you have to failure and shame.

Let go the pain you are holding in your mind, your shoulders, your heart, all the way to your feet. Let go the pain of your ancestors to make way for those who are heading in our direction.

Ask for forgiveness.

Call upon the help of those who love you. These helpers take many forms: animal, element, bird, angel, saint, stone, or ancestor.

Call your spirit back. It may be caught in corners and creases of shame, judgement, and human abuse.

You must call in a way that your spirit will want to return. Speak to it as you would to a beloved child.

Welcome your spirit back from its wandering. It may return in pieces, in tatters. Gather them together. They will be happy to be found after being lost for so long.

MY STORY

For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet

Put down that bag of potato chips, that white bread, that bottle of pop.

Turn off that cellphone, computer, remote control.

Open the door, then close it behind you.

Take a breath offered by the friendly winds. They travel the earth gathering essences of plants to clean.

Give it back with gratitude.

If you sing it will give your spirit lift to fly to the stars' ears and back.

Acknowledge this earth who has cared for you since you were a dream planting itself precisely within your parents' desire.

Let your moccasin feet take you to the encampment of the guardians who have known you before time, who will be there after time. They sit before the fire that has been there without time.

Let the earth stabilize your postcolonial insecure jitters.

Be respectful of the small insects, birds and animal people who accompany you.

Ask forgiveness for the harm we humans have brought down upon them.

Don't worry.

The heart knows the way though there may be high-rises, interstates, checkpoints, armed soldiers, massacres, wars, and those who will despise you because they despise themselves.

The journey might take you a few hours, a day, a year, a few years, a hundred, a thousand or even more.

Watch your mind. Without training it might run away and leave your heart for the immense human feast set by the thieves of time.

Don't hold regrets.

When you find your way to the circle, to the fire kept burning by the keepers of your soul, you will be welcomed.

You must clean yourself with cedar, sage, or other healing plant.

Cut the ties you have to failure and shame.

Let go the pain you are holding in your mind, your shoulders, your heart, all the way to your feet. Let go the pain of your ancestors to make way for those who are heading in our direction.

Ask for forgiveness.

Call upon the help of those who love you. These helpers take many forms: animal, element, bird, angel, saint, stone, or ancestor.

Call your spirit back. It may be caught in corners and creases of shame, judgement, and human abuse.

You must call in a way that your spirit will want to return. Speak to it as you would to a beloved child.

Welcome your spirit back from its wandering. It may return in pieces, in tatters. Gather them together. They will be happy to be found after being lost for so long.

Your spirit will need to sleep awhile after it is bathed and given clean clothes.

Now you can have a party. Invite everyone you know who loves and supports you. Keep room for those who have no place else to go.

Make a giveaway, and remember, keep the speeches short.

Then, you must do this: help the next person find their way through the dark.

- Joy Harjo

MY STORY

For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet

​

Put down that bag of potato chips, that white bread, that bottle of pop.

​

Turn off that cellphone, computer, remote control.

​

Open the door, then close it behind you.

​

Take a breath offered by the friendly winds. They travel the earth gathering essences of plants to clean.

​

Give it back with gratitude.

​

If you sing it will give your spirit lift to fly to the stars' ears and back.

​

Acknowledge this earth who has cared for you since you were a dream planting itself precisely within your parents' desire.

​

Let your moccasin feet take you to the encampment of the guardians who have known you before time, who will be there after time. They sit before the fire that has been there without time.

​

Let the earth stabilize your postcolonial insecure jitters.

​

Be respectful of the small insects, birds and animal people who accompany you.

Ask forgiveness for the harm we humans have brought down upon them.

​

Don't worry.

The heart knows the way though there may be high-rises, interstates, checkpoints, armed soldiers, massacres, wars, and those who will despise you because they despise themselves.

​

The journey might take you a few hours, a day, a year, a few years, a hundred, a thousand or even more.

​

Watch your mind. Without training it might run away and leave your heart for the immense human feast set by the thieves of time.

​

Don't hold regrets.

​

When you find your way to the circle, to the fire kept burning by the keepers of your soul, you will be welcomed.

​

You must clean yourself with cedar, sage, or other healing plant.

​

Cut the ties you have to failure and shame.

​

Let go the pain you are holding in your mind, your shoulders, your heart, all the way to your feet. Let go the pain of your ancestors to make way for those who are heading in our direction.

Ask for forgiveness.

Call upon the help of those who love you. These helpers take many forms: animal, element, bird, angel, saint, stone, or ancestor.

Call your spirit back. It may be caught in corners and creases of shame, judgement, and human abuse.

You must call in a way that your spirit will want to return. Speak to it as you would to a beloved child.

Welcome your spirit back from its wandering. It may return in pieces, in tatters. Gather them together. They will be happy to be found after being lost for so long.

Your spirit will need to sleep awhile after it is bathed and given clean clothes.

Now you can have a party. Invite everyone you know who loves and supports you. Keep room for those who have no place else to go.

Make a giveaway, and remember, keep the speeches short.

Then, you must do this: help the next person find their way through the dark.

​

- Joy Harjo

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