One of my classic B-isms: Not everything is for everybody. Reiki is such a strong example of that. It’s subjective. It’s situational. It’s suited for some, or from some and not for others, from others or between others. Like a massage—what feels good for me might not be what you need. Or choosing a meal… Continue reading Be Open… or Not.
As an intense, Type-A lunatic, you would think that I’d like labels. But the truth is, I don’t. I barely read them on tangible items, just a scan because, in true Denise-fashion, I know exactly what I’m looking for. Although I have to say, even when I was a little girl, the toothpaste label bothered… Continue reading Labels
Sweet Sugar crossed over the Rainbow Bridge not long after his surgery and injury. Needless to say, his family is gutted. Over the course of working with Sugar’s transition, I’ve become rather close with Sugar’s momma. Turns out, we have a ton of things in common beyond our bunny love. This past Wednesday, I received… Continue reading Harley
Omitting names to veil the identities… I became friends with J. during the summer of 2014. Timing is everything, right? A few years prior, when I was in search of an acupuncturist, L. gave me J.’s card… but I never called. I don’t know why. Then, in the summer of 2014, I started practicing yoga… Continue reading Goodbye, dear friend.