Awaken To Your Deeper Self

09/27/2025

Mardi’s dissertation is finally published to open source! You should be able to find it by searching "LOSS OF COMMUNITY AND THE UNDERWORLD JOURNEY" on g o o g l e Scholar or direct link : https://www.proquest.com/docview/3234812640

Hope it inspires or helps someone out there 🙂

01/15/2024

Wishing you a Happy New Year! Breathwork in NYT and more news - https://mailchi.mp/902450dbbebb/new-year-blessings-6273205

01/10/2024

Finally, breathwork being recognized for the powerhouse of healing that it is- no drugs necessary

As psychedelics move from the underground to mainstream medicine, clinicians aspiring to work in the field are inducing altered states with deep breathing.

02/21/2023

New Year Blessings & Book announce! https://mailchi.mp/65b3daab131c/new-year-blessings

01/28/2023

This book that was just published, of which I contributed a chapter. Stories written by doctors and therapists. Available now at that big online shopping place. This is officially my first writing publication in a book! (I have art in a few books 🙂 ) I hope it helps someone.

03/07/2022

I was reminded of this video by a client recently, and with all the painful chaos in the world right now, felt it could be a small offering of nervous system support in these challenging times to offer it again. I just finished having the old me take me on a restorative journey, and I have to say, feel much more calm than when I began. It doesn't change the suffering in the world, but it helps if we can allow ourselves to feel and calm enough to think clearly instead of reacting.
It was made for graduate school many years ago, but it is effective at restoring some inner balance and is also an introduction to both breathwork and expressive arts, which I've been offering for 18 years. Back then I was primarily a breathwork coach rather than the nearly-licensed therapist of today. Repeat as often as necessary. Enjoy 😊

A small guided journey using breathwork and expressive art created a few years ago for my classmates in grad school (hence the class references.) A gift for ...

02/21/2022

Looking for a couple more participants... dates are set for March 12 & 13 and 26th.
This group study proposes to research people’s experience of loss of community. We are especially interested in participants who have had to relocate due to a disaster or otherwise lost their community due to unforeseen circumstances, or have had to physically isolate from others. There is no mental health benefit promised or indicated, your time and efforts contribute to knowledge for the psychological profession.

Thank you for your interest in participating in this study. This group study proposes to research people’s experience of loss of community following some sort of crisis event, personal or collective. We are especially interested in participants who have had to relocate due to a disaster or otherwi...

02/08/2022

Yes it is!!

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01/23/2022

Please Call Me By My True Names
By Thich Nhat Hanh

Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow—
even today I am still arriving.

Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.

I am a mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

I am a frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond.
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being r***d by a sea pirate.

And I am also the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands.
And I am the man who has to pay
his “debt of blood” to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up
and the door of my heart
could be left open,
the door of compassion.