I stumbled across this tree and once upon a time, whole boulder in Massachusetts. I had this thought that begged to be written down…Ever stop and think how miraculous it is that you’ve made it this far? I mean, you’re still kickin, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this. Seriously, surviving childhood, intact, is worthy of an award. Like a medal of honor, of survival, a badge of courage – that level of award. Could we have been guided? riding on the wings of some unseen force? Were we saved? rescued? Maybe. Maybe our survival instincts kicked in and we pushed through the seemingly impossible. Like a tree that breaks through solid rock, on a mission to reach the promise of warmth and loving embrace of the sun. You do the same, against all odds, and now you’re finally adulting. Feeling wise, responsible and productive – seemingly safe and insulated from the traumas that dampened your light as a child. Now THAT sounds incredibly cozy… but why do you still feel the weight of all that is unspoken?
A Fish Named Karen is a gathering of memoirs inviting you to consider and celebrate the power of the human spirit despite the traumas of our past. The freedom to be who we came here to be. Experimenting with living curious, heartful, present, reflective lives ANYWAYS. ANYWAYS. The unspoken truth in us is longing to be expressed. It wants out. Wants to be seen, heard and validated. Despite the darkness we can be real, raw and thriving. There is life after childhood abuse. A beautiful one. Follow me. Play with me… on the raw edge of existence.