My husband accidentally hung himself as a child. He remembers slipping the rope around his neck then coming to on the floor with family members crying around him. He tells the story with a sense of detachment. “It was easy,” he said.
Letting go is a concept I didn’t absorb until I went to a spiritual retreat. I got a note telling me to let go at exactly the right moment. I finally got the message. I cried deeply, mostly out of relief when I let the words sink in. It was as if I was reading them for the first time.
If you and a friend have ever performed a balancing act on a teeter totter you know that even the most subtle movements can throw you off, and so it is with life. This summer I fell out of balance in every area of my life and now I am going to begin the art... Continue Reading →
People are more anxious than ever. It would seem that anxiety has become a way of life. If that's true then we need to look at our daily habits and routines and start making adjustments. There are things to add and probably more to take away. Ten tips for reducing anxiety are things I have... Continue Reading →
Meet my Uncle Kenny He loved his wife Betty and she loved him Kenny walked across the dining room to take his place at the kitchen table.“Ten years ago yesterday at four o’clock in the morning Betty woke me up. She had to use the bathroom. Her legs kept giving out and she couldn’t get... Continue Reading →
Who were you before they broke your heart? I think it's safe to say I've done thousands of body work treatments in the past twelve years. In that time I've gotten many lessons on human nature. One of those lessons is about how people sometimes attach themselves to a story. The story always has one... Continue Reading →
I place my hands on the body, close my eyes and wait. I wait for the body's response to my touch. Sometimes that comes fast. Sometimes there is no response. That is also helpful.
A discussion about desirable funeral homes and burial wishes ensued between my mother and me as we drove to church in an unfamiliar town. I swore at the voice coming from my phone for her split-second-too-late directions, while mom slammed on her imaginary brakes from the passenger side.