Hi there.

I’m Lisa Gray.

I graduated 20 years ago from the University of Minnesota with a BS in Family Social Science. After a decade living in and exploring countries outside the US, I returned to Minneapolis to pursue my MA and license in Marriage & Family Therapy. I felt invigorated by my experiences abroad to continue to invest in the diverse ways humans live, survive, and thrive. In my practice today, I draw not only from my formal education and training, but from the practices I learned in Guatemala, Colombia, Ecuador, Ghana, Japan, and Ireland to support a life of vibrancy and richness, no matter your condition. 

As a LMFT, I'm a relationally trained therapist with an ecological, systemic approach to healing: No person is an island. Our childhood, communities, and experiences help to shape us, in addition to the genes we inherit. While most of my work is done with individuals, I see the quality of our relationships as a good barometer for personal health and vitality. Closeness with others can both hurt and heal us; therapy is a relational adventure that can soothe old relational wounds and inspire deeper connections with trusted others. 

After my workday, I love reading or watching a good whodunnit, paddleboard picnics with my husband, or finding new ways to prove to my six nieces and nephews how cool I am.

A smiling woman with blonde hair and blue eyes taking a close-up selfie in front of a wooden background, wearing a denim shirt.

A poem for today:

Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings. -
Rumi

A poem for today

Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror
up to where you're bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look,
and instead, here's the joyful face
you've been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes
and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist
or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence
is in every small contracting
and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced
and coordinated as birdwings.
-
Rumi