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What you feel is not random.

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Healing unfolds through connection, language, nervous system awareness, creative expression, and the willingness to meet reality as it is.


Here, your voice becomes part of the healing process: meaning making through processing stories, thoughts, beliefs, memory, tears, poetry, music, and all the ways your body speaks.


This is presence work made practical, tangible, and portable.

Together, we'll listen for the wounds and to the body and that keep you from connecting with your authentic, sacred voice.


I will walk beside you through what feels uncomfortable, dark, unclear, overwhelming, or difficult to name, until more ease becomes possible.

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Mira Black, Counselling Therapist

ACTA #2702,



When the past keeps showing up in the present


I offer confidential counselling for people navigating the places where cognition, achievement, intelligence, and determination are no longer enough to change what's not working or solve what still hurts


Shifts will begin as you find new perspectives, develop concrete goals, create nervous system support, increase mindfulness and measural behaviour changes.


Accelerated Resolution Therapy is my favourte modality and I'd love speak more about if this process is a fit for your evolution and you're ready to work more directly with painful experiences and persistent patterns.

Bring the question you cannot seem to answer alone.

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"How can I help?

Through connection, intention, words, sounds, and attentive presence to your nervous system, we pick up what has been fragmented and work together until it begins to organize itself again.

Something in you already knows the way. Perhaps not yet as certainty, but as a quiet orientation, a pull toward what is truer, kinder, stronger and more alive.

Love,

Mira"

"NO BOX CAN DEFINE HER"

~HUFFINGTON POST

BLACK'S BLOG

Loving Attention

By Mira Black • July 2, 2026
I spent years trying to outrun the darkness. As though healing were a race. Then one ordinary morning I noticed my attention. How it kept returning to the same abandoned house. The same hand unwound from mine. Naked intimacies with fire, ignoring the burn. As though love were something I had to earn. The same cup where your lips last touched it. The same wound begging to become my only religion. No one told me then I was never responsible for the darkness laid upon me. Only for the quiet miracle as my attention remembers to love me as I am. Not to force. Not to run. Just... stay. The kind that sits beside the dark without becoming it. The kind that remembers there is more sky than storm. The kind that notices a bird improvising her song even while the heart is still breaking.  Perhaps awakening is nothing more mysterious than this. Love looking so gently at suffering until suffering forgets to follow me home. ~MIRA

Me Wanting

By Mira Black • June 12, 2026
Dedicated to a beautiful Soul walking beside me from across the veil.

Touched Everywhere

By Mira Black • June 12, 2026
Do not call me unattached because I have learned not to beg at every closing door. This heart has not become clean. It has become weathered. There are names I no longer say out loud that still change the temperature of my body. There are hands I have released that still arrive in dreams as if the soul keeps its own appointment book. I know how to pray without building a prison around the Beloved. I know how to open and still let the river move on. This did not come from holiness. It came from loss. From repetition. From standing in the aftermath with my nervous system on fire like a city skyline bright with lightning I have mistaken longing for prophecy. I have called absence care. I have watched my body reach for what my spirit had already surrendered. So no, I am not untouched. I am touched everywhere. By grief. By beauty. By the unbearable intimacy of being human with no guarantee that love will stay where I place it. Still, I refuse the immaculate heart. Let me be marked. Let tenderness leave evidence. Let love ruin the small false self that thought safety meant never opening again. At three in the morning when memory walks through me wearing someone else’s voice, I do not call it weakness. I call it proof. Something entered. Something mattered. Something sacred found a door in me and left it open. ~MIRA #brave #canadian #poet

To Love.

By Mira Black • June 12, 2026
#griefjourney

Do You Hear God?

By Mira Black • June 12, 2026
 Do you ever hear God? I mean truly hear the voice of silence louder than the ruckus across the street. Like thunder Like proof Like God is simply sitting next to you? Do you ever hear God whispering more loudly than the storm? Sometimes the depth of love inside your own heart shining, breaking opening, folding, smashing, like a lake against the rocks under the full moon torrents days before the rain? Do you ever hear God say your name? Not the one you were born with, nor the one your parents claimed. The other one. The secret one. The name only your Soul remembers when the world stops. Please tell me when you notice magic rising suddenly to kiss you for no reason except that you are here. I used to hear God. I used to feel warmth gather around me like I was the most cherished daughter, swimming in clear water, certain of the song singing to the wind. I used to know the words by heart. When magpies landed at my door, I knew they were for me. A certain melody mystical messengers made for me from my Beloved. I knew the veil was thin enough to let the dead kiss me sometimes. I knew the world was speaking in riddles and rhymes I could understand. Some call darkness failure demanding light when I am also mud, blood, hunger, river, ash, and a new moon sky. I have listened too long to people who fight over God as if God is a house only they can afford. And when I ask them about God, they laugh like I have said something only children do. When I ask them about God, they turn away afraid of demons, while I burst into a million pieces of light, realizing I’d been listening to God all along. ~ MIRA
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