A movement begins with downward force. I visualize the earth’s energy lighting up my Leg Z, from toes to heels, forward to the knees, and back again to the sit bones on the underside of the pelvic bowl. I remember when I didn’t have to visualize the Leg Z…

The social conversation has always been puzzling and frustrating. I saw conversation as some conveyor belt, and getting on it required timing. I studied how others fit in and out of the conversation, yet, I inevitably ended up stalling the communication when I joined. I assumed an observer role…

Daring to exist is a universal story told with many voices and different perspectives throughout the ages. I’ve lived in America all of this lifetime, born into a family rich in trauma-informed legacy passed on through generations. Yet, born before the term dysfunctional family existed, I did not know the…

Back in the day, Woodstock came together, as did many other magnificent examples of communities coming together for celebration and transformation. II contemplate how I can contribute to health and well-being during these terrible times. I’m hyper-sensitive to vibration and frequency, energy emissions forming communication, and connection platforms. Unbearable…

In a recent Medium short read, I tentatively explored getting better acquainted with my inner abuser and abused. Responsibility Ignite Once upon a time, two movie stars fell in love and got married but did not live happily forever after. Instead, their…capkotz.medium.com I initially selected a mild trek, assuming it might be uncomfortable. I know there is an inner abuser, and an inner abused to deal with, but I’ve always preferred to ignore them…

Once upon a time, two movie stars fell in love and got married but did not live happily forever after. Instead, their relationship grew in toxicity until they entered the abuser/abused territory, as so beautifully recognized in the song, Sweet Dreams, released in 1983 by the Eurythmics' first single. …

I told my older brother I couldn’t help him with grocery shopping this week and then braved the Guilt Current, a majestic stretch of jagged peaks and soggy bogs, until I came to a bit of dry ground where I scribbled my notes in my log, highlighting old pattern…

I’m writing a trilogy set in Issaquah, WA, USA, at FLASH, America’s first-ever self-awareness theme park. In the second novel, My Father Before Me, the protagonist, Carl Ramirez, hooks up with Brick, the park marketing guy, to take an in-depth tour of the Park Museum. This excerpt describes the…

Monday dawned grey but not rainy. Crew Boss shuffled through the morning routine with his wife, making breakfast, getting the kids off to school, and finally leaving for work after kissing her cheek. He picked up the three crew members, and they drove to their first job of the…