Jesse Fairchild, LCPC

08/17/2026

08/07/2026

07/20/2026

What would happen
if you removed the thought ‘anxious’
and just paid attention
to these flickering sensations in the belly?

What would happen
if you took away the word ‘lonely’
and simply became fascinated
with this heavy feeling in the heart area?

What would happen
if you deleted the concept ‘sick’
or ‘broken’ or ‘wrong’
and just got curious about
the tightness in the throat
the pressure in the head
the ache in the shoulders?

What would happen
if you stopped looking for solutions
and checked to see
if there was actually a problem here?

Come out of the exhausting storyline, friend.
Come closer to yourself.
Commit sacred awareness to a single living moment.
Bring warmth to the tender place inside.

Infuse sensation
with the light of attention.
Maybe
it’s not as bad
as you
think.
– Jeff Foster

Photo: Watercolor by artist Andrea Durfee.

06/28/2026

The constant effort of hiding, performing, or becoming someone you think you “should” be creates a separation between who you are and how you show up in the world.

When you stop fighting yourself and start living in alignment with who you truly are, everything begins to soften.

Authenticity is healing.

06/25/2026

I spent years
believing survival was a temporary state.

A waiting room.

Something you just did
until life finally arrived.

I thought one day the storms would stop introducing themselves at my front door.
That grief would lose my address.
That disappointment
would find another woman to haunt.

Instead,
I discovered something far more unsettling.

Life was never hiding behind the struggle.

Life was the struggle.

The bills stacked on the counter.
The laundry folded at midnight.
The kids yelling for me from another room.
The exhaustion.
The healing.
The becoming.

I kept waiting for a grand reward.

A finish line.

A version of myself
completely untouched by loss.

But every woman I have ever admired
carried her scars openly.
Not because she failed to heal,
but because healing
was never the removal of the wound.
It was learning how to build a garden around it.

Now when I look in the mirror,
I do not see a woman who survived.

I see a woman who bloomed.
Despite the rough terrain
Despite the sh*tty hand she was dealt.

And somehow that feels far more beautiful.

Ashley Rose

Art by https://www.instagram.com/sad_melody007?igsh=MTNuejZxbGttNDB3ag==

06/24/2026

The ritual was called “Wičháŋpi Wóyute” — star feeding.
Lakota healers used it for those who lost loved ones or survived violence.
The person didn’t talk about the trauma.
They fed it.
They’d gather stones representing the pain, then carry them to a river and release them one by one while speaking the memory out loud to the water.
The final stone was kept as a reminder that grief was witnessed, not erased.

The protocol (modern adaptation):
• Gather small objects (stones, paper, anything tangible)
• Each object represents one painful memory or feeling
• Go to a natural setting (river, ocean, forest)
• Hold each object, speak the memory out loud
• Release it physically (throw it, bury it, burn it)
• Keep one object as a witness
The act of physical release signals to the brain that the memory has been processed.

Try it with one painful memory.
Lakota healers said:
“The wound that’s held grows.
The wound that’s released heals.”
Your brain doesn’t need endless analysis.
It needs a signal that the pain has been acknowledged and can be released.
Most people are still carrying stones from decades ago

Source: Native American DNA

Image: Alone As The Wolves Cry by artist Timothy Gump

06/12/2026