Lyn Taylor Hale, LCMHC

Counseling, Coaching, Mindfulness Mentoring

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Wondering what is next? How you got where you are? Who you are? Afraid you've missed opportunities or what you hoped for is passing by? I work with people looking for authenticity and fulfillment, offering a chance to question openly and explore who you are and what you really love. Understanding the inevitability of change and how to navigate through sometimes unthinkable circumstances can feel overwhelming. I love working together with clients to help them understand and manage these deep emotions--and to realize that they do have the courage to face what is ahead and the ability to manage their own lives.

Graduating from college? Issues of faith, mid-life, divorce? It is easy to feel lost and angry during times of transition. As an intensively trained Dialectical Behavior Therapist (DBT), I love my work with adults with borderline personality disorder, developmental disabilities, or anyone working through difficult life transitions.

Besides specializing in times of transition, I have spent the last eight years working with a large number of adults with developmental (intellectual) disabilities. Using DBT (Dialectical Behavior Therapy) skills, my clients and I work together to find ways to gain greater control over their own thoughts, emotions, and lives.

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What's The Point?

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How Not to Be Deadly Serious?

What's The Point?

This is the question I am pondering this morning. Not at all in an existential sense. As relates to this blog. I have had this blog for a number of years now. I write every single day of my life. Only I very rarely write here. And I believe that is because I feel some nervousness about making it meaningful, about having even a few readers and wanting my words to be weighty, or at least encouraging. The need to be inspiring makes me avoid. I want to just write. I spend

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I was supposed to spend today in a retreat with some people that I dearly love and admire. Then one of them (well, their husband,...

How Not to Be Deadly Serious?

So much uncertainty. So much anxiety. So much irony. This blog post stems from the simplest idea. I am hoping to shift my business model. Just slightly. Move away from only offering hour-by-hour one-on-one therapy sessions to something longer, richer, more intense. Really all I am talking about is adding more group work to my individual work. Group work in the form of day-long or weekend-long intensives. It seems like the work I often do in my office--work around liv

Showing up as Myself

I have been thinking for the past couple of days about that phrase. We'll call it the phrase of the day . "Showing up as myself." Actually, the phrase, "showing up as the best version of myself" and what it might mean if that was my intention. Every day. This is certainly a new thought to me---well, maybe more precisely it is an intentional version of a longing. The moment I start to ponder it, shame arrives. The shame that lives in me for the times I have lived as

My Mother Died 5 Days ago

She was here. In my living room. She wanted to die here with me. Looking out at the mountains. With Toby, our sweet Labradoodle, near her. So we contacted hospice and they brought in a hospital bed and some oxygen. And she willed herself through her pain in North Carolina (where she had gotten VERY sick, very quickly) long enough to be transported by ambulance the 15 hours it took to arrive at my home in Vermont. They carried her from the ambulance in my driveway into m

what I want to do when this is all done

“A sculpture is just a piece of rock with topography hammered out and chiseled in, but that piece of rock can open your heart in a way that makes you different for having seen it.” Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass Rodin’s sculpture garden. With the enticing scent of a vaccine wafting all about me, filling me, my thoughts are turning fervidly toward the things that beckon when this is all done. This morning, “A sculpture…can open your heart in a way that makes you dif

Meditation

I wonder what would move me here in this unchanging place. Unmoved. But not. I am still stunned by the sun dropping below the mountains, turning the sky. Still I weep in places I find kindness when I expected none. At the sight of an infant my arms still ache to hold my own again that close. B

Here, Now Isn't Helping

I have spent much of the last Coronavirus week reminding both clients and myself, when we are tempted to spiral too far forward into the unknown, to return to a mindful awareness of “here, now”. Using this mantra to ground ourselves in the present. It is meant to assuage so much understandable anxiety about what is to come. I believe in that. I know it is a way to calm our anxious thoughts. But this morning, as I practiced my own “here, now”, I found that the uncertainty

Start where you are

Deeply content with me. Nothing startles me more. Years and years and years of feeling never enough, always should be more, always lacking, wanting, burdened, ashamed. For various reasons—my own biology and the circumstances of my own little place and tribe—I grew up with that sense of "less than". Never secure. Always embarrassed by ME. Getting involved in the church greatly reinforced this insecurity in two ways. One was that ideal, submissive-to-men-but-strong-in-he

Allowing things TO BE

This morning I am thinking of so many things. Of platitudes and of difficulties. Of my family of origin—ailing parents topping my “list of what I am frightened about”—but also of my daughter who is about to have her own child and of my son who is graduating from college after many years of searching for what he really wanted to do. I think of Liz Gilbert saying, “It all goes away. Eventually, everything goes away.” And I hear myself saying, “No. No. No. No. No.” I am

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Lyn Taylor Hale

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Burlington, Chittenden County 05401
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