New Love Rice Podcast Episode: Heroic Journeys with Dr. Brad Reedy
Our guest this episode, Dr. Reedy, LMFT, is the owner and clinical director of Evoke Therapy Programs which specializes in wilderness therapy for teens, young adults, and families. Although we talk about parenting, this conversation and Dr. Reedy’s online class at Bloom gave me a more depth of understanding about healthy adult relationships and the need for setting boundaries. If you’re seeking more direction and courage for yourself and your relationships, this episode will stir ideas to help you discover what actions you can take.
Five Practical Steps To Becoming More Emotionally Resilient
Resiliency is a key character trait of people who come through hard times as stronger more compassionate people. Resiliency simply means the ability to adapt to stress and difficult situations. Now if only it were that simple to be resilient.
Climbing The Mountain
I stare down at my tennis shoes. I am poised at the edge of the sidewalk. Before me the dirt path winds up the mountain. Straight up. So far the trail has been inclined, but not too crazy.
Here is where things get harder.
Mirror Mirror…
We fail to see the beauty in function. As we recall the overwhelming complexities of our body, as we come to see and appreciate these many wonders in our reflection, there is a certain respect gained for our very presence, for the body that houses our soul. This respect in turn lends to mending struggles we have with our appearance. It reminds us we are not merely objects made up of sexualized parts. We are in fact women, human, a miracle of an amalgamation of working pieces both macroscopic and microscopic and we should marvel at the wonder of our existence.
Rise Up and Get Your Fire Back
One day, early in my journey and in the middle of a very ugly cry, I staggered up from the floor and stared hard into the bathroom mirror. I saw my face. I was so very tired and grief-stricken. I saw the red blotches on my skin and the mascara running wild and dark. But then I saw my eyes. And by some miracle, I saw they were still shining. I gripped the edge of the sink and leaned in close, inches from the glass. Yes, I confirmed, they were tired and wet, but they still shone with something other than grief. I saw me. I felt me.