When the soul’s treasures are buried and forgotten

There’s a picture of me that I love from when I was about 5-6 years old. I’m on a stage, and I look happy. The photo is black and white, but I remember even now that my dress was bright yellow because I was a chicken. I’m holding my dress and have a big smile…

Permission to be yourself

Have you ever met people who don’t like or want to show their true selves? And I get it, being truly seen can feel exposing, vulnerable, uncomfortable. But for someone who is sensitive, interacting with people who are like this, feels uncomfortable too. The performance of the fakeness that we have to keep up with…