Energy Therapy by Tina, Healing Touch Practitioner

09/09/2026

Many women do not even have the basic teachings about predators that a wolf mother gives her pups, such as:

If it is threatening and bigger than you, flee;
If it’s weaker, see what you want to do:
If it’s sick, leave it alone;
If it has quills, poison, fangs or razor claws, back up and go in the other direction;
If it smells nice but is wrapped around metal jaws, walk on by.

Early training to “be nice” causes women to override their intuitions. They are actually purposefully taught to submit to the predator. Imagine a wolf mother teaching her young to “be nice” in the face of an angry ferret or a wily diamondback rattler.

As long as a woman believes she is powerless and/or is trained to not consciously register what she knows to be true, the feminine impulses and gifts of her psyche continue to be killed off.🖤💜

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

09/08/2026

“In spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways.”💜♥️💜♥️
― Edith Wharton

Edith Newbold Wharton (24 January 1862 – 11 August 1937)

09/07/2026

🙏absolutely 💜

09/05/2026

And at this September 5th threshold, fly into your next
🧡🖤

09/02/2026

The Peace of Wild Things
Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Openings: Poems (1968)

09/01/2026

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds will
never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say
“Look!” and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads. ~Mary Oliver💜💜💜

08/31/2026

That moment a hummingbird stops in mid-air and looks you right in the eye, that’s magik and me 💜💜💜💜💜

08/30/2026

08/30/2026

Create a beautiful life plan.

08/27/2026

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Healing feels less lonely when someone stays beside you while you piece yourself back together. 🖤