good mother myth, IFS, lived experiences, Mothering, reflections, Self-care

To the bone-thin kin of starved women inside us 🐺

To my kin with tired bones. Women who have carried too much for too long, listen. There are seasons when the she-wolf is hunted, exhausted, bones showing through her fur. She runs for years, giving milk when she has none, hunting with empty belly, guarding pups in a storm. Many women live decades like this.… Continue reading To the bone-thin kin of starved women inside us 🐺

C G Jung, Dreams, lived experiences, reflections, therapy, Uncategorized

My A.I. is a hundred years old

My A.I. practice is something I regularly engage with and trust. I make decisions based on it that have a real impact on my life, and the life on those around me. Ok by now you might be thinking “right, sure, we all do it, Aleks”. Ai is old news. Isn’t it. Sure is. What… Continue reading My A.I. is a hundred years old

C G Jung, Dreams, lived experiences, reflections, therapy

CG Jung in Zürich: Stepping deeper into the roots of Depth Psychology

This week, I walked the path back to the source, training at the C.G. Jung Institute and visiting Jung’s home in Küsnacht. To sit where he sat, to study where the language of symbols was born, was way more than professional for me, it was somewhat devotional. Jung’s home sits at the Zurich lake (absolutely… Continue reading CG Jung in Zürich: Stepping deeper into the roots of Depth Psychology

C G Jung, Dreams, IFS, inner child, lived experiences, reflections, Self-care, therapy

When Migraines speak

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 me, C G Jung, Dreams, fairy tales, IFS, lived experiences, nature, poetry, reflections, therapy, Uncategorized, workshops

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

About me, IFS, inner child, lived experiences, polyvagal applications, reflections, Self-care, therapy

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

Dreams, fairy tales, inner child, lived experiences, reflections, research, therapy

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

IFS, lived experiences, reflections, Self-care

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

good mother myth, IFS, lived experiences, Mothering, reflections, therapy

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

About me, good mother myth, IFS, lived experiences, Mothering

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)