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Facing Life: A Ten Week Journey-Week Nine

Just returned from a one week Jamaican journey and  Debra/Deva Troy  had come back from her own vacation, so there was a two week space in our experience with the modality called Facial Reflex Therapy created by Lone Sorensen. It allowed for some healing to settle in. The theme this time seemed to be release and cleansing on the physical and emotional levels.

My intention in traveling to a Paradise I had not visited since my honeymoon 28 years ago was to relax and rejuvenate. My customary busy-buzzy lifestyle was due for a major makeover. I knew that some serious beach lounging, pool and ocean floating, healthy food eating, yoga class enjoying and meandering would be forthcoming. The opportunity was there for all of those things and I was not about to miss them.

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In addition to a great deal of fun, I noticed a distinct shift in physiological function. Although I was able to work out in the open air gym, the beach and yoga room, with a fair amount of energy, I did notice that my lungs, which were getting accustomed to the intense heat and humidity, were rebelling. A bronchial cough developed that required attention. When I got back and lie on the treatment table, Deva detected residual reaction to the pulmonary condition. After the session, I experienced relief. At the moment, I am breathing freely.

My skin was also rebelling. Although I am not prone to acne, I do experience some post-menopausal breakouts. My cheeks were speckled with blemishes when I returned, as I could feel my body letting go of built up residue. Since our minds and bodies are one, it came as no surprise, since I am also noticing emotional flow. One observation I made recently was that even as I am in the therapeutic field and encourage clients to freely allow for acknowledgement of feelings, I tend to manage mine, rather than simply feel them.  I am amply aware that I often write my feelings away, so that they move through me rapidly. I have learned that what we don’t feel, we can’t easily heal. My body was expressing what I was not able to do verbally.

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This time, I noticed that I remained awake, not falling into a snoring trance on the table. After the session, Deva reported that my immune system and lungs were calling out for attention. I consider the symbolic meanings of those aspects of physiology. Immunity protects the system from attack. There are times when I feel a need to hide behind whatever shielding forces are available in order to seem less vulnerable. I make it appear that all systems are secure and impenetrable, when there are times when I am a quivering mess behind it all.

Lungs relate to life force, but also unresolved grief. When I look back at my life, I can count many losses. My maternal grandmother died when I was four, and my paternal grandmother followed 10 years later. My husband died when I was 40, my home was destroyed in Hurricane Andrew in 1992;  six years before that. This was the same year I had an ectopic pregnancy and my husband was diagnosed with Hepatitis C which ultimately ended his life. In 2008, my father died and in 2010, my mother joined him. Each of these experiences was absorbed into my body as I have been able to keep them from overtly impacting on my life on a daily basis ….. until I consider that in a year’s time I experienced shingles, a heart attack and kidney stones. As I am facing my emotional traumas, I am letting go of the need for my body to act them out with dis-ease.

Looking forward to the final session later this week.

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Emotional Weather

I am a Force of Nature. So are you. So is everyone else on the planet. We are affected by the moon, the tides, the barometric pressure. When the winter comes and the sun isn’t as visible, people experience Seasonal Affective Disorder (aptly named SAD) and may feel cloudy as well.

How about when the emotional environment is unpredictable?  The solar power could be on overdrive one day and storms might be raging the next. I witnessed that physical manifestation when in Jamaica last week. A cloud bank appeared over the erstwhile calm ocean and then spread like peanut butter over whole grain bread. Small droplets of rain scattered and were joined by splish-splash others that created puddles inviting stomping in. Then things got wild. Thunder and lightning flashes rocked the resort. I watched from the shelter of one of the restaurants as several risking taking people remained in the pool; some even holding on to the metal hand railing. This former lifeguard wished she had her whistle so she could insists that they clear the pool. As it was, all I could do was pray that they didn’t get struck by lightning. A drunken couple moved from the pool into the ocean, diving in, in defiance of the storm.

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As it always does, the deluge passed, the clouds parted and the sun came beaming back out. I would guess that there was even a rainbow somewhere nearby. So it is with our emotional weather. Although I do my best to keep my own temperate zone in range, there are times when storms are bubbling up beneath the surface, but the waves are pretty calm. I have learned to ride them without capsizing my boat, or those of others.

What happens when someone else’s storms come to call? How do we maintain our own balance? When someone in our life feels as if they are on a ship gone astray, how do we remind them that they could benefit by changing course, so that they don’t continue to steer toward the rocks while we watch, feeling helpless to do anything but wave our arms?

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There are times when this consummate caregiver (alright … control freak), wants to commandeer the ship and move it out of danger, since I can see where it is heading. The person keeps wresting the wheel from my well intended hands. It gets exhausting and sea sick inducing. As a result, I am learning to relinquish control.

Yesterday I was doing what I call a ‘sanity check’ with my wise friend Paul Dengler who is a Forrest Gump impersonator. He called because he sensed I had something on my mind that needed some support and perhaps course correction myself. After I shared my winds of change experience, he offered this:

“The emotional weather changes from day to day. Sometimes you shouldn’t try to go anywhere or do anything in the storm. Just wait it out. Sunny skies are up ahead.”

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This is true for me, as it is for this other person in my life. I need to trust that they will see their way clear out of the clouds into the bright light.

What I have also  learned is that I can only steer my own ship of dreams and no one else’s and that I am not doing it alone. The ‘captain’ that put my hands on the wheel is observing to see where I take it.

 

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What Sustains You?

“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.”- Julian of Norwich

In your darkest, most frightening moments, what sustains you? What has you knowing that all is well?  For me, it is a deep spiritual faith which shows me daily that no matter what, I will overcome whatever limits I may face. Many God-talks have taken place over the years as relationship conflicts, health crises, financial challenges, deaths and other various losses have shown up. Life happening. Rarely did I feel like a victim, although I admit that I would sometimes invite myself to pity parties. I would  stay a short while when I realized I was the only guest there.

I question why things unfold as they do and it is only in retrospect that I can see the purpose of the pain. The toughest part has been when I have been immersed in it, floundering frantically. I have seen my faith as a life raft that keeps me from drowning.

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What about those who don’t believe in a Higher Power or who see life as one series of challenges after another over which they fear they won’t triumph? They might put themselves out there into the world, hoping against hope that things will look better and perhaps they do, for a short time until the next wave hits and knocks them on their tush. They are sometimes on a dizzying ride that they don’t know how to exit.

There is someone close to me who lives that way and despite my best efforts to share ideas for confronting the naysaying voices continues to argue for his limitations. He ponders why he should bother being happy, since it will be taken away. I have encouraged him and countered the paradoxical belief that holds him hostage with the idea that being chronically unhappy will only fuel the fire.

What I have done today is turned the situation over to the God of my understanding, remembering that I have no control over the outcomes in my own life or any one else’s. My prayer is that this person find comfort in the Presence and light in the midst of darkness.

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Birthing A New Book

 

 

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My first book called The Bliss Mistress Guide To Transforming The Ordinary Into The Extraordinary came into the world in 2011, not quite like Venus fully formed from sea foam, but rather resembling a human baby, that took many months to gestate. In the interceding four years, I have watched myself develop and mature, as a result of the creative process. My platform has expanded as I have been blessed to reach readers here on Beliefnet, as well as other venues. Bliss Mistress became a persona, as she ( I ) gallivanted around on a literal and virtual book tour. Her role was to assist people in becoming the mistress or master of their own bliss. Still, there was another aspect of myself waiting for her time to shine.

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She came into being when I realized that an optimistic attitude wasn’t enough. I needed to be an opti-mystic as well and expand my vision for how the world could be and ways in which I could claim my role in it. I have always seen the glass as half full, until I realized that it really was ALL full. Even if only half was filled with liquid, the other half was air. I was rarely at a loss for perceiving it that way, having been raised by opti-mystics too. My father would say “You never know what tomorrow brings,” so he encouraged me to enjoy each day. My mother had her ‘Que Sera, Sera’ attitude, as she would offer the wisdom of “What will be will be.”

While lounging on the beach in Jamaica this past week, I was visited by The Muse who told me that I was ready to write the next book. Not sure of the complete title and am playing with a few, but it will have the Opti-Mystic theme to it. It will incorporate my own ideas, as well as those of others who would claim that persona for themselves, as one who sees the world through the eyes of possibility.

Saying it out loud, putting the commitment in writing, makes it real. No longer just floating about in my cranium, it has grabbed hold and will be guiding me for the next few months.

Looking forward to reading and sharing what comes forth.

 

Previous Posts

Facing Life: A Ten Week Journey-Week Nine
Just returned from a one week Jamaican journey and  Debra/Deva Troy  had come back from her own vacation, so there was a two week space in our experience with the modality called Facial Reflex Therapy created by Lone Sorensen. It allowed ...

posted 8:32:08am Aug. 31, 2015 | read full post »

Emotional Weather
I am a Force of Nature. So are you. So is everyone else on the planet. We are affected by the moon, the tides, the barometric pressure. When the winter comes and the sun isn't as visible, people experience Seasonal Affective Disorder (aptly ...

posted 8:19:45am Aug. 28, 2015 | read full post »

What Sustains You?
“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.”- Julian of Norwich In your darkest, most frightening moments, what sustains you? What has you knowing that all is well?  For me, it is a deep spiritual ...

posted 11:02:08pm Aug. 26, 2015 | read full post »

Birthing A New Book
      My first book called The Bliss Mistress Guide To Transforming The Ordinary Into The Extraordinary came into the world in 2011, not quite like Venus fully formed from sea foam, but rather resembling a human baby, ...

posted 8:04:18pm Aug. 25, 2015 | read full post »

Luscious Lessons Learned on a Jamaican Sojourn
As I am writing this, the hours until departure from my Jamaican vacay are ticking away. I am not woeful or wistful, wishing it could be longer. It was perfectly timed to begin and perfectly timed to end. 24 hours from now, my plane will be ...

posted 7:49:46pm Aug. 22, 2015 | read full post »

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