Jizo and Chibi – Bring Home a Piece of Inner Peace.


Who is Jizo?

Jizo is revered in Buddhism as the protector of all those who suffer. When we wear a Jizo pendant, we may feel more grounded, whatever the day brings, as we awaken our Jizo-nature.

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Who is Chibi?

Chibi is Japanese for “little one” and represents the child in all of us. Chibi reminds us to care for our inner child by placing it in the care of Jizo.

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Who is Valerie?

Valerie Johns is a mindful psychotherapist, writer, and artist. She created this site introduce you to Jizo, to share her Blog for Inner Peace and encourage you to cultivate that peace by wearing her Jizo and Chibi jewelry.

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The Dark Side of Marriage

This could be a book. But right now I don’t have time to write it, and you might not have time to read it, so I’ll just send out postcards, aka blog posts, for now.

I’ve been seeing families, couples and individuals for almost 25 years now, and I am sure of a few things, not many, but a few.  One is that most marriages fail because nobody tells us about the dark side of love, the dark side of parenting, the dark side of aging, the dark side of working hard. Read more →

Hate to Meditate? Try Tapping into Jizo

In the ongoing quest to mend our anxious minds, many of us are drawn to meditation. Once we begin, we find that we fidget, we get sleepy, we get bored. We don’t do it right, we fail, we quit, we start again only to quit again. Our expectations of finding peace are not met and we think we have failed. We want to be grounded, we want to detach, but we can’t — or if we do, it only lasts until the next car cuts us off on the freeway, someone disappoints us or we have a craving for chocolate. Accepting that the ground within us is always in motion, like weather patterns, is difficult. After all, our psyche is invisible to us. Read more →

The Trauma Body: Stopping to Listen

A voice arises often in my meditation. And when the same phrase is repeated, quietly, periodically, urgently, I pause and write it down. I don’t ignore my Muse.

“There is a screaming child in the body of America,” she told me. Read more →