Instead of capacity pointing to that which we are able to do or achieve - we operate as though it is something we must achieve, or else we're somehow failing.
Just as Winnipeg endures winter every year, we also face our own bleak and hard seasons that leave debris and damage underneath. Thoughts on how therapy and street sweeping are not all that different.
First timers in therapy - these folks are some of the bravest out there. Therapist thoughts on what it's like to work with new clients.
Some people feel like their story is a big pile of garbage. A rotting mess. Yet gentle tending and attention so often reveal the potential underneath, small buds waiting for the right condition to emerge and grow into something beautiful.
If trees can be beautiful in all the seasons, at times of productivity when buds are growing and leaves hanging, as well as when branches hang barren - I wonder if we too, could allow that same sense of permanence and brilliance and beauty to extend to ourselves, too.
My girl received love notes from boys at school. Seemingly trivial? Yet the response to these have the potential to set the course for how my daughter responds to male attention for the rest of her life. Read on for more.
What happens when one partner wants to go to therapy, and the other doesn't? Some thoughts for the partner who thinks therapy is a waste of time.
Thoughts on how a recent trip to the blood donor clinic revealed the insidiousness of shame.
Sometimes we get overwhelmed and can feel pretty stuck. Following 'the basics' can help us keep moving at a time when it's hard to do just that.
Life is busy. Schedules are full. Sunday evening counselling appointments are now available to accommodate those who can't find another time to work on growing.