"Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation...Everything is

waiting for you.”

-David Whyte

Eve Penberthy MA, LPCC

She/her

I support clients to come into deeper contact with themselves, their grief, their sense of connection and meaning, and a sense of possibility. I center an understanding of how trauma and grief--personal, cultural, and systemic--impact the nervous system, basic functioning, relationships, and feelings of aliveness; both in individuals and over generations.

I am passionate about supporting clients in navigating the territory of grief and loss and believe deeply in the power of relationship to heal.

Somatic therapist providing holistic and trauma-informed counseling

Individual Counseling

Together we can work to build safety in our relationship as a foundation for processing transition, trauma, grief, and stuckness. I will support you to nurture center in your self and in your connections to increase a sense of choice, aliveness, relationship, and autonomy.

Trauma therapy, parts work, holistic healing

“The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés

Areas of Focus

Grief and Loss

Parent Loss

Trauma

Attachment and Relationship

Anxiety

Depression

Loneliness

Family Estrangement/Complexity

Spirituality

Life Transitions

Adolescence

Chosen Family

Gender Creative Family

Caretaking and Hospice

Community Resources

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An Invitation

Sometimes you wake up ready to wring yourself out.

You watch a woman at the table across the room

With huge teeth.

She smiles so wide her eyes turn to crescent moons and all her skin wrinkles up into itself.

She belongs to the fire in your belly.

She belongs to your wrinkles.

You watch her comb her hair over her ear with her fingers.

Most of what she's known has risen and fallen alone.

She doesn't ask for company.

She knows how the things that you think are everything, shatter.

She knows how you must begin--

Wrapped in a red blanket,

Under a near full moon,

Deciding to step once more,

In the direction of something unthinkable.

She knows how you must run your hands over your jaw and your arms and your legs

And decide there is something more

Then what's been.

And to cut the ties that need cutting.

And to bind the wounds that need binding.

She knows how a night can save your life.

So at the end of the day you grab the red blanket,

And you tip toe out to where the oak leaves fall,

And the shine of moonlight hits the top of your feet,

And you get to work.

Stitching, cutting, knitting, ripping

Until you are ready

To look that woman

with the big teeth in the eye

And say

I did it.

I wrang myself out.

I'm ready to begin.

-E.P.