Greenland. Greenland. Oh, Greenland.
Where, then, is refuge? Where is the walled garden that keeps the violence out? The longing rises in me from time to time.
Michael Crowley
Reaching Back to Wholeness
I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to heal lately. How do we move to wholeness when sometimes it seems like the views of others are stacked against us? A few months ago, I tore a tendon in my shoulder, maybe from overuse while swimming. Swimming had
Seeing Pain, Feeling Connection
We all process the world differently. For those of us who carry deep trauma, things that barely register for others can hit us like a truck. A word, a tone, an image — and suddenly we’re shaken to the core. It’s an echo of old wounds, the lingering touch
Resolute
Survivors cope in countless ways. Some shut down, silencing themselves and burying memories. Others cling to the illusion that our caregivers truly loved us, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.
I Can Still Hear the Rabbits Scream
It is not uncommon for survivors of trauma to carry intrusive memories. They surface without consent: in dreams, in moments of stillness, sometimes in the middle of joy. The body remembers what the mind cannot control.
Looking Beyond the Everyday World with Michael Crowley
I began doing what I call “photo art” during my recovery.