HeyJaredChristina Donohue
I write about everyday healing, creative living, and the secret ingredients that make ordinary moments meaningful. Trauma Recovery, Trauma Informed Yoga Coach. Energy Healer- working on my first book.
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I don’t have to say anything if I don’t want to . (opens the original)
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The Giant ChairI recently had an awful cold that lasted for weeks. During that time, I went to a few work-related meetings because I had things I wanted to do and people I wanted to meet.But I did not feel up to par.I sat there trying to listen while my head was full of congestion. At moments, I felt a strange surge of energy, almost as if my body had decided we were going to participate whether I was ready or not. Yet when it was time to speak, I couldn’t quite find my footing.I started to feel
Balm of Healing ❤️🩹 (opens the original)
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The Balm RememberedThe kitchen always smelled of old wood and cold coffee until the burners went on. That afternoon, the counters were crowded with the raw anatomy of comfort: blocks of pale yellow shea butter, jars of golden oils, and bundles of dried lavender and cedar wrapped in twine. Making balm isn’t a delicate process. It requires a strange mix of brute force and patience. I chopped the beeswax into rough chunks, the blade thudding against the cutting board, before dropping them into the
Sunflower & Dandelion (opens the original)
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The sunflower lifts its heavy head,A golden wheel on tracking stems,It anchors down where angels treadAnd claims the sky's bright diadems.It strains against the darkest nightTo catch the morning’s early kiss,And stretches upward for the light,Refusing every dark abyss.But just below, the dandelionBegins to let its crown unweave,No longer fighting like a lionFor what it soon must map and leave.It does not cling to what it was,Nor hold its breath against the air;It trusts the wind’s unspoken lawsA
A tale of two truths (opens the original)
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A Tale of Two TruthsI am beginning to understand that many truths can live together in the same room. In the same house. In the same life.When I was a newlywed, my first husband and I lived in Ventura, California. We had been married barely a year. He was a youth pastor at the big church on top of the hill, settling into his position and working with college interns. We were getting to know new people while still getting to know each other.One weekend, I drove down to San Diego to visit my famil
Fiction based on three things I learned about Alix.. (opens the original)
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Chapter OneThe Garden WarAlix had a theory that the local air in Beaune was 12% oxygen and 88% liquid arrogance.He had developed this theory after several years of living among people who could identify the precise slope, soil composition, and emotional temperament of a vineyard from a single sip of fermented grape juice, yet somehow could not comprehend why another human being might want to walk two dogs through a communal garden.It wasn’t the wine snobbery that bothered him most.Though, admitt
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