My husband tells me the way I dream is unusual, and I’m curious to know if that is true!
I’ve always been an adventurous dreamer. As a child, I’d dream of being in the school yard, off in some little corner by myself, practising my levitation skills. I’d slowly lean back, keeping my body straight and stiff, balancing my weight on my heels. Instead of falling backwards I’d suddenly find myself floating with my heels an inch off the ground! It required a lot of concentration, but with practise, it became easier.
As the years rolled by, I was able to float a little higher, and for longer, and by the time I reached my teens I could fly! Sometimes, my flying looks like Wonder Woman. When I fly like this, it feels almost as though I am a dolphin, streaming, winding, whipping and turning effortlessly, this way and that. Other times, it’s more a sense of being able to jump with weightlessness, launching in the air and leaping to great heights. Continue reading “My Life as a Dreamer”
If you are lacking something…. It’s usually because whatever you value, isn’t being valued in some way…. What is your currency? Where is your poverty wound? Is it money, love, time, success, health, friendship, connection, recognition/admiration…. …. you don’t have enough of? (Or something else entirely?) What do you really value? Sometimes your sense of lack will tell you about your values… Shaping and informing … Continue reading Abundance or poverty
I specialize in storytelling. My clients tell me stories about who they are and the life they are leading; stories about health, life, courage, confusion and so much more. They cast themselves in a specific role that reflects and shapes their psyche and their story about themselves. Listening to a person’s story tells me about their hopes, their fears, their insecurities and their strengths. And … Continue reading Therapeutic Storytelling
Once upon a time, or so the Cherokee legend goes, a young Indian boy received a beautiful drum as a gift. When his best friend saw it, he asked if he could play with it, but the boy felt torn. He didn’t want to share his new present, so he angrily told his friend, “No!”
His friend ran away, and the boy sat down on a rock by the stream to contemplate his dilemma. He hated the fact that he had hurt his friend’s feelings, but the drum was too precious to share. In his quandary, he went to his grandfather for advice.
The elder listened quietly and then replied. “I often feel as though there are two wolves fighting inside me. One is mean and greedy and full or arrogance and pride, but the other is peaceful and generous. All the time they are struggling, and you, my boy, have those same two wolves inside you.”
“Which one will win?”, asked the boy.
The elder smiled and said “The one you feed.”
This story, told in How God changes your Brain, by Newburg and Waldman (neurotheology), is a wonderful example of the power of therapeutic story-telling. Stories can help us see ourselves more clearly. They give us visual metaphors to describe intangible feelings inside us, along with new strategies for managing our challenges. Continue reading “The Two Wolves”
Silver threads stretch beneath Dewdrops basking in moonlight dancing Rainbow-sprites laughing… Here in my heart Silkwoven paths spanning chasms lighting patterns Here…. in a void of stars Pearl droplets spun of loves sweet milk In flowing steams that ripple still A river of stars course through my heart And burst free to soar in cascading sparks Sweet I melt into the sound of StarFire caressing naked ground Falling … Continue reading StarFire
I’t s my first week back at work for the new year and I’m loving it. Here are some highlights for me:
*Seeing the very tangible physical change on a client’s face. She has had subtle shifts in perspective over the past four months or so, and it’s showing on her face. She looks so much more open and warm. Her face flows fluidly from one natural emotion to the next. She still has a beautiful, regal composure to her, but gone is the almost plastic, robotic stiffness to her features. She seems approachable now, at times warm and inviting. I love the way laughter will spill from her spontaneously now; the way she is a little more animated, rather then seeming guarded. The light is starting to come back on in her eyes. Continue reading “New year reflections”
Karlee handed the bottle of pills over to the program coordinator and sat down. Someone had ratted her out. She looked around the room at the other girls suspiciously, hiding the hardness in her eyes behind a thick fringe of hair and a demure smile. They were talking crap again. About how this one had said that and that one had done this. It was boring.
She watched Tanya for a while and wondered if it was her who had dobbed her in for the pills. Little prattler was a suck. Even the sound of her voice grated on Karlee’s nerves. It reminded her of a childhood ‘friend’. Bloody memories. But it was too late, one had sucked her in again. She wished she could get the pills back.
Continue reading “Wings around my sister”
(Based on a story told to me by a spirit guide, about a previous life of hers)
The tremors were coming more often now. And they were stronger. The children could see the cracks forming in the stone walls, and the dust was making some of them cough.
“Earth mother is waking up. Don’t be afraid. She will take us into her belly where a new world will begin for all of us.”
She kept her voice soft, low and soothing, relying on her gentle sing-song alto to sway them back into calm. Tightening the outer edges of her aura as it wrapped comfortingly around the group, she disciplined herself to relax the core, smiling a little to herself as they heaved a collective sigh and released some tension.
Continue reading “The Teacher”
I’m writing a post to test out my equipment for the trip through Europe, because I want to be able to blog as I go. Writing helps me process and appreciate my experiences, not to mention the joy of sharing. We couldn’t take the laptop because Steve needs to leave it with his partner for work. I only have a desk top. All that left … Continue reading Omanisa the Wanderer