I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I hope you’ll read this powerful open letter signed by dozens of men, who individually and collectively have spent years and decades working with men and boys on the topic of gender violence prevention. The letter outlines the ways in which re-electing Trump could be catastrophic for efforts to prevent sexual harassment, sexual assault, domestic violence, and misogyny in general. We cannot go back. Thank you @jacksontkatz and the list of signers for your leadership. This is your reminder to get out and vote before or on November 5th!
I hope you’ll read this powerful open letter signed by dozens of men, who individually and collectively have spent years and decades working with men and boys on the topic of gender violence prevention. The letter outlines the ways in which re-electing Trump could be catastrophic for efforts to prevent sexual harassment, sexual assault, domestic violence, and misogyny in general. We cannot go back. Thank you @jacksontkatz and the list of signers for your leadership. This is your reminder to get out and vote before or on November 5th!
I hope you’ll read this powerful open letter signed by dozens of men, who individually and collectively have spent years and decades working with men and boys on the topic of gender violence prevention. The letter outlines the ways in which re-electing Trump could be catastrophic for efforts to prevent sexual harassment, sexual assault, domestic violence, and misogyny in general. We cannot go back. Thank you @jacksontkatz and the list of signers for your leadership. This is your reminder to get out and vote before or on November 5th!
I hope you’ll read this powerful open letter signed by dozens of men, who individually and collectively have spent years and decades working with men and boys on the topic of gender violence prevention. The letter outlines the ways in which re-electing Trump could be catastrophic for efforts to prevent sexual harassment, sexual assault, domestic violence, and misogyny in general. We cannot go back. Thank you @jacksontkatz and the list of signers for your leadership. This is your reminder to get out and vote before or on November 5th!
I hope you’ll read this powerful open letter signed by dozens of men, who individually and collectively have spent years and decades working with men and boys on the topic of gender violence prevention. The letter outlines the ways in which re-electing Trump could be catastrophic for efforts to prevent sexual harassment, sexual assault, domestic violence, and misogyny in general. We cannot go back. Thank you @jacksontkatz and the list of signers for your leadership. This is your reminder to get out and vote before or on November 5th!
I hope you’ll read this powerful open letter signed by dozens of men, who individually and collectively have spent years and decades working with men and boys on the topic of gender violence prevention. The letter outlines the ways in which re-electing Trump could be catastrophic for efforts to prevent sexual harassment, sexual assault, domestic violence, and misogyny in general. We cannot go back. Thank you @jacksontkatz and the list of signers for your leadership. This is your reminder to get out and vote before or on November 5th!
I hope you’ll read this powerful open letter signed by dozens of men, who individually and collectively have spent years and decades working with men and boys on the topic of gender violence prevention. The letter outlines the ways in which re-electing Trump could be catastrophic for efforts to prevent sexual harassment, sexual assault, domestic violence, and misogyny in general. We cannot go back. Thank you @jacksontkatz and the list of signers for your leadership. This is your reminder to get out and vote before or on November 5th!
I hope you’ll read this powerful open letter signed by dozens of men, who individually and collectively have spent years and decades working with men and boys on the topic of gender violence prevention. The letter outlines the ways in which re-electing Trump could be catastrophic for efforts to prevent sexual harassment, sexual assault, domestic violence, and misogyny in general. We cannot go back. Thank you @jacksontkatz and the list of signers for your leadership. This is your reminder to get out and vote before or on November 5th!
Legislation created with survivors and championed by survivors is critical. New Yorkers for the Equality Model is honored to stand alongside survivor leaders as we push for the Sex Trade Survivors Justice & Equality Act in the New York State Legislature. We must provide legal protection to sex trade survivors, offer them services and support, and hold accountable exploiters who cause devastating harm. #STSJEA #EqualityModelNY #listentosurvivors
Legislation created with survivors and championed by survivors is critical. New Yorkers for the Equality Model is honored to stand alongside survivor leaders as we push for the Sex Trade Survivors Justice & Equality Act in the New York State Legislature. We must provide legal protection to sex trade survivors, offer them services and support, and hold accountable exploiters who cause devastating harm. #STSJEA #EqualityModelNY #listentosurvivors
Legislation created with survivors and championed by survivors is critical. New Yorkers for the Equality Model is honored to stand alongside survivor leaders as we push for the Sex Trade Survivors Justice & Equality Act in the New York State Legislature. We must provide legal protection to sex trade survivors, offer them services and support, and hold accountable exploiters who cause devastating harm. #STSJEA #EqualityModelNY #listentosurvivors
Legislation created with survivors and championed by survivors is critical. New Yorkers for the Equality Model is honored to stand alongside survivor leaders as we push for the Sex Trade Survivors Justice & Equality Act in the New York State Legislature. We must provide legal protection to sex trade survivors, offer them services and support, and hold accountable exploiters who cause devastating harm. #STSJEA #EqualityModelNY #listentosurvivors
Legislation created with survivors and championed by survivors is critical. New Yorkers for the Equality Model is honored to stand alongside survivor leaders as we push for the Sex Trade Survivors Justice & Equality Act in the New York State Legislature. We must provide legal protection to sex trade survivors, offer them services and support, and hold accountable exploiters who cause devastating harm. #STSJEA #EqualityModelNY #listentosurvivors
Legislation created with survivors and championed by survivors is critical. New Yorkers for the Equality Model is honored to stand alongside survivor leaders as we push for the Sex Trade Survivors Justice & Equality Act in the New York State Legislature. We must provide legal protection to sex trade survivors, offer them services and support, and hold accountable exploiters who cause devastating harm. #STSJEA #EqualityModelNY #listentosurvivors
Legislation created with survivors and championed by survivors is critical. New Yorkers for the Equality Model is honored to stand alongside survivor leaders as we push for the Sex Trade Survivors Justice & Equality Act in the New York State Legislature. We must provide legal protection to sex trade survivors, offer them services and support, and hold accountable exploiters who cause devastating harm. #STSJEA #EqualityModelNY #listentosurvivors
Legislation created with survivors and championed by survivors is critical. New Yorkers for the Equality Model is honored to stand alongside survivor leaders as we push for the Sex Trade Survivors Justice & Equality Act in the New York State Legislature. We must provide legal protection to sex trade survivors, offer them services and support, and hold accountable exploiters who cause devastating harm. #STSJEA #EqualityModelNY #listentosurvivors
