I find metaphors for healing all around me. Walking in nature slows me down and gives me time to contemplate and meditate. The beauty of the place and the moment soothe me and uplift me. One of the most inspiring places I love to walk near Portland, Oregon, is Smith and Bybee Lakes.
What can a victim of abuse learn from the history of Smith and Bybee Lakes?
Which wounds can you heal fully or in part?
Which losses are impossible to restore?