Most folks don’t give it a thought when they head to the store for a gallon of milk, go outside to take a walk or pick up the phone to call a friend. But for someone diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder, even these seemingly innocuous behaviors may seem daunting. “After a traumatic event, many people […]
“I don’t know if you’d call it romantic, but I did spend Valentine’s Day with my husband, and we were holding hands. He was supporting me as we made our thrice-daily rounds around the halls of the heart unit at Mission Hospital.”
Michael Johnson and his wife Stephanie of Clearlight Yoga invite Asheville to practice on and off the mat to heal the self and benefit the community. This is the 10th post in the yoga series, Asana Xpress.
I marched out to the garden, determined to make good on the squirrel’s accident. In short order, I harvested about 12 comfrey leaves (vibrant due to all the rain), chopped them up, put them into two small jars, and covered them with regular olive oil. I labeled them and stuck them on my counter where it’s dark and dry.
During an April 5 presentation at UNCA, social worker and founder of the Cherokee Wellness Coalition, Patricia Grant, explained how historical grief and trauma do not dissipate after a generation. (Photo by Caitlin Byrd)