Showing posts with label miracle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label miracle. Show all posts

Monday, December 11, 2017

2 Christmases, 19 years apart

A beautiful Moma and her dear girl, 
watched over and held by Mama Grace 
and the angels... 

Still. 

❤️❤️

As is sometimes the case with me, she says with a soft smile, this one holds more 
vulnerable truth than I'm ready to share on my FB "living room" wall.

We had a mighty rough go in the 19 years between these two photos, my Moma and I. 

But in the end? The stars aligned in such a way that we were able to make peace before 
she died just 13 short days after the photo on the right on Epiphany (Jan. 6).

Between that and the discovery of my bone cancer on Dec. 14 (and my parents' divorce 
8 days before on Dec. 6), I think that's part of why I so adore Advent. It's a season that 
not only acknowledges, but honors the waiting we humans do which is sometimes an 
aching l-o-n-g-i-n-g for things that just aren't possible... in this moment.

But, 
she says with a soft smile, 
that doesn't mean that healing will never come. 

Ah, yes. It can and it does. 

(Right, Moma?) 
(and Mama Grace?)
(Right, Baby Girl.)

❤️❤️

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Thursday, December 7, 2017

Remembrance - Day 31 of 40 - Part 2

Waking up this morning and coming to my chair,
I just couldn't bring myself to draw a new set of names.

In that moment, I knew . . . 
I needed another day with my dear Moma.

And since this is my lovely little practice,
that is unfolding as I go,
I granted myself the permission
to follow my heart.

I love you, Moma!

Blessed be. 

💕

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Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Remembrance - Day 31 of 40

"Miracles do happen."

Indeed they do. . . 

Sweet, powder blue butterfly 
hangs in our bedroom right next to my closet door 
where I can see it every single day. 

Inscribed on the back in her handwriting: 

To Debbie. 
Love, Mom. 
January 1994. 

I love you, too, Moma! 
(and so, *so* loving that she showed up today,
December 6)

Blessed be. 💕


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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Remembrance - Day 24 of 40

Gentle witnesses 
like steady runway lights 
on this misty gray, late autumn morning 
illuminate the way through the damp chill. 

Their soft twinkling 
encouraging me to stay close 
to the task at hand 
brings welcomed warmth and deep, contented sighs. 

A morning miracle of Peace? 

 Yes. 

Blessed be.
 
✨  .  ðŸ•¯  .  ðŸ’œ

#trustngrace

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Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Remembrance - Day 10 of 40

Gathering the Love

Cody was a kind soul who left our world too soon.  The last time I saw him was at my
uncle's funeral.  I'd always held a deep fondness and it'd been decades since we last
saw one another.  I was surprised to find him in tears as he hugged me.  Did he love
my uncle that much?

No, 
she says softly and tenderly.

Turns out he was that glad to see me.  Not long after my cancer was diagnosed as a 
teen his family moved away and he thought I had died many years ago.  So to him?
My standing in front of him and hugging him was a miracle!  What a blessing and 
very good reminder for me.  My life is a gift.

.      .      .      .     .

I love that these two came together.  Linda was one of the many "mamas" I gathered
around myself as mine had left.  She was a beautiful woman filled with love and, 
whenever she could, she took time to be with me.  As did many of the mothers of
the sons in our 4-H club.

Blessed be.

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Monday, October 30, 2017

Tender Medicine

I'm still so enjoying my Soul Call "Story" Cards.  This reading is one that evolved over 
the span of several days.  Each day, I'd pull a card (or two) and see what unfolded.  

Today I spent some time with them to see what wisdom Mama Grace and the angels 
might be whispering to me for the upcoming days.  

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The miracle is your dream is the dream of all of your ancestors.
Be open and curious, child, your dreams are the miracle.

The miracle, dear child, is that your dreams for healing and relief can come true, lifting 
you up to a new level of Grace.  You are becoming a crone.

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The miracle *is* is isn't just a dream.  The Grandmothers and Grandfathers *are* calling
you to Listen, Listen, child.  They want to lift you up onto their shoulders.  They want 
to love and support you thru this holy Month of Remembrance. 

.      .      .

In time and with practice, dear child, you have learned to listen well for the medicine 
that is needed.  What if, for now, the Hope is in giving to yourself and letting the rest 
go?
.      .      .

Listening is the medicine that restores and heals, lifting me back up on the road, the
journey that is my life.
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Notice what Graces are offering themselves to you now, listening and looking for those
unearned and unimagined.  Undreamed wonders can lift and heal your broken child's
heart.
.      .      .

Grace is providing the restorative medicine your tender, aching heart, body, and soul 
require to be healed.  To be ready and able to live the dream that you and your
ancestors are laying and have laid at your feet.  

It can be a burden if you don't allow room and time for you to be supported and lifted.  

Be still, child, and listen for Mama Grace's voice of love, protection, safety, cleansing 
antiseptics, and soothing salves and balms.

You are being restored and loved and tended and listened to and supported and loved.

The miracle is this time is a gift - time you didn't think you needed or wanted - and yet
here you are and here it is.

Bask and Abide and Trust.

Blessed Be.

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Sunday, June 5, 2016

Everyday Beauty :: Something in My Hand

There's something very healing for me about taking an almost daily, "everyday" type photo.
I'm finding that it gently affirms for me that it really is ok to show up in my own life, notice 
the goodness and beauty that is there, and, when it feels right, to share my picture. To my 
delight, this is becoming a welcomed, gentle practice encouraging and reminding me to name 
my place and claim my (rightful) space on this beautiful earth of ours that we all (((share))).

I've invited my goddaughters to join me in revisiting some photo prompts from last year and yesterday's invitation was "Something in your hand." In response, I shared this photo with 
the caption:

"Something in my hand (and in the background 
are my crutches, things that are in my hands a lot)."

As I continued to sit with my Grace (<-- my fond nickname for my Higher Power) mug filled 
with warm, soothing chai tea, I remembered something that I so loved in Brene Brown's Self-Compassion course with Kristin Neff.

First, we did a review of the oldest part of our brain, our amygdala or reptilian brain, which, 
when triggered, automatically throws us into Fight, Flight or Freeze mode. They talked about 
how this part of our brain is the easiest to trigger and how it sees our self-criticism as a threat 
to our self-concept. (!!!) While self-criticism is actually a misguided (and unhelpful) attempt to protect us - it wants us to do good but beats us up as a way to try to help - our brain sees our 
self-criticism as an attack and tries to protect us from it(us) using Fight, Flee or Freeze!!

(wow.) 

I'd never thought about how self-criticism could be one of my (old) brain's way of Fight-ing 
what it sees as a problem - "You're doing that all wrong and people won't like you!! You better 
shape up *now*!!" It's simply my reptilian brain, or what I've come to see as the voice of the 
little girl who still lives inside my heart (so I want to use great care in how I refer to this part of 
my brain because she's simply doing the best she can and wants to help me, too) trying to keep 
me safe. Her methods aren't real effective, but still very well intentioned from her very young 
stance.

Pausing here for a moment to place my hand over my heart, close my eyes, and take in a deep 
breath. I want to honor for myself that this is very valuable and crucial info in my continued 
healing of the expectations (both inner and outer) placed on my young girl self to caretake my 
family at a very young (way too young) age.

They then talked about how we also have a Mammalian brain and, because mammal's babies 
are born helpless and need their mother's care for for a very long time, this part of our brain's automatic responses are Tend and Befriend.

Yay!!!!! :)

I *love* this so much and find so much Hope in it.

I had a Psychology professor who used to say All. The. Time. "When the emotions are high, 
the brain doesn't work." He'd always follow it with something like "we have to wait for our 
emotions to come back down before we can access our brain again."

While it felt deeply wise at the time, I didn't fully understand what he was trying to convey. I 
realize now that this fits in perfectly with what Brene and Kristin were talking about. When we 
are being taken over by our emotions and/or lost in our storyline (so when our reptilian brain is 
front and center), we *can't* access the wise part of our brain until we can find a little space 
from the Fight, Flight or Freeze response.
Yes.

And
so I'm not broken.

Here's the wonderful news: Kristin said there are ways that we *can* access our Mammalian 
system even when our sweet mind can't and/or isn't ready go there (and boy-oh-boy, do I know 
this one!).

Yay!!!!

Three things that "trigger" our Tend and Befriend responses are:

1. Physical warmth
    The example was given that a warm compress is more soothing than a cold one.

2. Gentle Touch 
    Kristin said not to underestimate the power of touch 

3. Soothing Vocalization 
    She said "tone is everything!" and also that the *universal* vocalization, 
    meaning across cultures, for compassion is "awwww." (!!!)

So, if we are stuck in strong emotion and/or our head's storyline, doing one or all 3 of these 
can help call our mammalian brain back online.

I'm sharing all of this, first because I love it *So. Much* (can ya tell?, she asks with a playful, 
twinkly grin).

And also because, while I always knew that holding a warm beverage was soothing (and the 
shape of the mug matters a lot for me!), after posting my photo yesterday morning, it occurred 
to me that holding and drinking a warm cup of tea is really about Tending and Befriending 
myself and practicing self-compassion thru warmth and gentle touch, all while taking exquisite 
self-care.

So is putting my hand over my heart. As an aside, one of the exercises they had us do was to 
close our eyes and spend some time trying out different comforting gestures to find what is 
most soothing for us because the same one won't work for everyone.

And so is taking 5 (or more!) deep breaths!

Isn't all of this about trying to make a little space while also Tending and Befriending?

Yes.

Smiling softly, fondly, warmly, thinking of that story of the tribe that encircles members that 
have lost their way and are acting out and the community bring them back home to themselves 
by singing their song to them. So rather than ditch or throw away a part of themselves, they 
love them back home.

Yes. 


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Thursday, October 22, 2015

Week 7 :: She's Peaked!

Lookie what Miss Pretty has been up to
while we were on vacation!

(Smiling softly because I had visions
of coming back to her with half of her leaves gone)

I'm feeling so grateful I decided to follow "my" sweet tree companion 7 weeks ago.  It's been lovely to watch her patient progress and also such a powerful, quietly gentle reminder for me that sometimes transformation takes time and when it does? Even when it doesn't feel like it, change is still happening. In the last few days, our journey together has reminded me of why I love Advent so very much.

While I'm not sure that I'll still be sharing weekly pictures of her now that she's peaked, I'm thinking I will continue to watch and witness her way of being in her world.  My thought being that offering my presence by quietly witnessing the process of losing her leaves, too, it might just be quite a touching blessing for me as well.  Continuing to watch her, with my eyes wide open, feels like a gentle invitation to also witness and be with my own discomfort with the barren times in my life, both past and present. 

May it be so.

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Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Thankful Tuesday :: Heath

Taking an intentional moment during my annual physical 
to be grateful that these days? 

It's all routine. 

❤️

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Sunday, December 7, 2014

Mandala ~ Witness


This mandala was born in the wee hours 
when anxiety was paying me yet another visit
during what has been a difficult year. 

I just drew lines and colored shapes as felt right. 

When it was finished 
and I held it up to look at it, 
my breath caught. 

This mandala speaks to me 
of great Hope.
(and Grace, Mercy, and Enough, too) 

The oldest, deepest, still-convalescing part of me,
swaddled in a green blanket of growth, 
continues her life-long process of recovery.

 And, while it has taken a very long time,
 she, 
that broken, bruised and abandoned little girl,
who still lives inside my heart,
 no longer fills the entire circle of my life, 
threatening to both overwhelm me
and go way outside the lines. 

Instead the curtain of the dark night of the soul
is gently, persistently being drawn back

and there is now 
an almost equal space for the loving, 
Care-filled witness part of me,
who *wants* to be there,

here,

too. 

This feels like very holy, sacred and honoring work.

(Know that I am grateful for your witness as well)

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Saturday, October 11, 2014

Baby Noah is Here!


He arrived Thursday afternoon,
three weeks early.

We went to see (and hold!) him last night.


Such a happy auntie!


He was fussing a bit so I asked 
Uncle Tadd if he would take him and
stand, maybe walk a little bit with him.  
It did the trick!

We sure enjoyed our first visit with our newest nephew 
and look forward to sharing a life with him.

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Friday, August 15, 2014

Miracles Do Happen


They do indeed. 

My dearly beloved Daddy is much better!

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