Vade Retro Me, Satana ~Latin for~Get off my back, Satan Generational Transmission Welcome to my second installment of My Mother’s Story and Mine. The poem, Old Satan He’s My Dad was an expression of my mother’s heartbreak after being devastated by abuse and abandonment. My grandmother learned to survive, never truly adapting to the trauma. Newspaper […]
The Sound of Silence
Sonus Silentii~ Latin for Sound ~of Silence Generational Silence “I don’t know where to start or how to bear this heart. But I see where I’ve become what’s been done to me” chants singer-songwriter Alana Levandoski. She and James Finley, a former Trappist Monk, combined their heart’s work in Sanctuary, an album dedicated to healing […]
Free Diver
The cavernousThe blueSo darkIt was almost blackTrapped this deepDesireto betransportedUpOut The subterraneanHIDDENin the corner of the seaGenerational chainsrusted around my anklesand armsWere unlocked A voice spokeNo longerlive in the depthsEmergingto the surfaceEver…so slowly Adjustingmy sightand breathingThe atmospheric pressure Had compressedmy eyes and lungs The Free Diver who came from air Leads me Crystal AnzaloneNovember 8, 2007
Stepping Out of Hiding and Into the Light
OBCULTATIO ~ Latin for hiding, concealment“That we write our story lest someone else write it for us.” James Hollis Paradox: Starting with the Epilogue in understanding the Prologue: The Generational Series I am a wounded healer by vocation, a mental health therapist. Part of the therapy that I offer clients is telling their story through […]