I’ve lived with migraines most of my life. Sometimes they’ve crept in like a fog, other times they’ve struck like lightning, sudden, punishing, and unrelenting. For the past three days, I’ve been moving through yet another one. The world narrows. Light hurts. Sound feels like shards. My body curls inward, asking for darkness and silence.… Continue reading When Migraines speak
About Aleksandra
Creating from the bone: not quick, not copied, real
There is a sacred difference between replication and revelation. I come from a lineage of deep listening, to the bones of the psyche, to the symbols that rise unbidden, to the stories that live in the earth and in the breath of women gathered in circle. The spaces I create are not templates. They are… Continue reading Creating from the bone: not quick, not copied, real
Jung, the Shadow, and what we’re living through today
Lately, I’ve been deepening my studies of Jung’s work, especially through reading and exploring The Collected Works, most recently Volume 10 (Civilization in Transition, 1964) which feels uncannily relevant to the times we’re in. His ideas on the shadow and the collective unconscious have taken on a new urgency for me. We’re living through a… Continue reading Jung, the Shadow, and what we’re living through today
Healer, hold yourSelf
There’s a paradox in the helping professions, we hold space for others while sometimes bypassing our own exhaustion. We teach nervous system regulation while running on fumes, listen to suffering while dismissing our own fatigue. At some point, the fire that fuels us begins to consume us 🔥 Burnout isn’t just about doing too much,… Continue reading Healer, hold yourSelf
Exploring the Depths: How Jungian Psychology Shapes My Work
In my process with clients as well as in my personal inner work, I draw deeply from Jungian Depth Psychology to help explore and make sense of life. This approach resonates with me because it values the complexity of the human spirit and sees healing as a journey of self-discovery. Here’s a glimpse into how… Continue reading Exploring the Depths: How Jungian Psychology Shapes My Work
Holding steady in a world on Fire
Lately, I’ve been feeling the weight of it all, the anxiety, the anger, the grief as the world is grappling with this political crisis. It moves through my body like a storm, sometimes sudden and sharp, other times a slow, aching heaviness that is informing my choices automatically. The world feels like it’s unraveling, and… Continue reading Holding steady in a world on Fire
On Dream Merging: when the Unconscious leaks between two souls
Last night, I had a dream that wasn’t entirely mine. It was about a challenge my partner is going through, one he’s been wrestling with in waking life but hasn’t fully processed yet. In the dream, I was the one facing it, as if I had stepped into his psyche and taken on the burden… Continue reading On Dream Merging: when the Unconscious leaks between two souls
On Maternal Envy
I used to see them. I still see them. The Mothers. The ones who seem effortlessly composed, whose kids adore them, whose homes radiate warmth, whose careers thrive without chaos. I watch, and something sharp stirs in me- envy. Melanie Klein would call it a primitive force, a part of me that feels deprived, believing… Continue reading On Maternal Envy
Let him fly (on mothering a teen)
I spent years thinking I had control, over outcomes, over my own survival, over my child’s path. But nothing humbles you faster than raising a 16-year-old young man. There’s a shift happening. He’s making his own choices, testing his own limits, and I can’t hold the reins the way I once did. My old instincts,hyper-independence,… Continue reading Let him fly (on mothering a teen)
A little more put together. A little more mySelf.
Quadruply Blessed to sit in the presence of my teacherLa MaestraLa Que SabeThe One Who Knows The One whose eyes pierce throughAnd I exhale in Being-so-deeply-seen Whose wisdom penetrates the heart My soul soaring once againMy veins pumping storiesMy mind birthing dreams I have danced my ancestors’ painHowled at the full moon 🌕Walked with elkShared… Continue reading A little more put together. A little more mySelf.