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Wake Up Smiling



Last week I was faciliating a group for clients and the subject turned to the ways in which we begin our day.  My contention is that our initial thoughts contribute to the overall tone and if they are of a “life sucks” nature, then those are the wheels on which our  ‘vehicle’ will carry us through the next 24 hours. If, on the other hand, they either begin more positively or can be re-framed, then our audacious auto will take us where we most want to go.  I asked what they see when they first look in the mirror upon awakening.  One young woman commented that her face looks “mean and angry.”  I asked if she is able to change that. She said that she sometimes massages her face back in place. Great idea!


It occurred to me that I wake up smiling most mornings, even if sleep has not surrounded me all night long, as was the case last night when the clock read 3 something and it took another 20 minutes or so to get lured back to dreamland. On the rare occasions, when a plaguing thought has greeted me as I greet the day, I am able to replace it with something that tickles my soul. It could be anything from being aware of the comfort of the blankets and pillows, to considering what delights I will be experiencing that day (and there’s always something joyful to contemplate), to the people I will be seeing, like my friend Ruthanne with whom I am shooting a video this morning in Peace Valley Park, to enjoying banana and yogurt with mint ice tea for breakfast, to anticipating all of the wondrous folks who I’ve not yet met…..and the list goes on. I am remembering my mother waking me up sometimes with her own version of Reveille   “Ya gotta get up, ya gotta get up, ya gotta get up in the morning….”

What are your favorite thoughts that put a smile on your face as you enter this fresh new day? There are an infinite number if things to feel blissed and blessed about(:  Don’t Worry, Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin


In The Creative Flow

Yesterday, I immersed myself in cosmic color, awe and ahhh, song and soulfilled to overflowing dance and delight as I offered a training for professionals whose work in the world is with clients who have mental health diagnoses. The organization is called COMHAR and is based in Philadelphia. I love its vision for those they serve who are referred to as ‘members’.

We believe in the inherent value and dignity of every person;


We believe that an individual with a disability is a person first;

We believe every person has strengths and the capacity to grow.

These values are in alignment with my own as someone who has been in the mental health field since 1979.  I believe in strengths based treatment for the whole person, focusing on what’s right with the situation and not simply what’s wrong. I believe in being a solution finder and not a problem solver. The term ‘mental illness’ never sat right with me. I sometimes refer to them as ‘mental health challenges’ that any one of us can be privy to. Challenges call out for resilience, flexibility, strength and creativiy. Thus came the class I taught.


I was excited and a wee bit nervous as I headed from my clean suburban community in bucolic Bucks County to a neighborhood in Philly that on the surface appears to be  disheveled and downtrodden. As I drove throught the nearby byways, it occurred to me that I could have grown up there had my parents not moved to South Jersey in the 1960’s since I passed the street on which my family lived when I was born;  Rorer Street near Hunting Park,  for those familiar with the city. When I pulled in front of the professional looking building,  near Kensington and Allegheny, it occurred to me that the folks who are served there may fall into those same categories and be judged accordingly as ‘disheveled and downtrodden’. Walking through the doors, I entered an entirely different world, one filled with bright hues, thriving plants, smiling people, evidence of the caring that the staff exudes. Setting up art supplies, props and music, getting the tech stuff (thank goodness there were professionals who knew what they were doing in that regard, since I am high touch/low tech in my presentations) taken care of….we were ready to roll. Twenty some co-workers with varying degrees of experience in the field, hailing from different corners of the globe, some Peer Support Specialists who once upon a time had been consumers themselves, jumped right in to the fun. My intention was two-fold: to offer them portable skills and tools that they could use as therapeutic intervention and enhancement for the members and to assist them in good self care, since those of us who work with clients that face major life challenges and who carry serious mental health diagnoses sometimes fall prey to vicarious traumatization and can be impacted by hearing painful stories on a regular basis. It was also an opportunity to develop their own creative gifts and let them shine….and that they did!


One of the exercises we did, the name of which came to me as I woke up yesterday morning…I could hear the words in a sing-songy fashion in my sleepy ears  was called “Creativity Tree”. I invited them to draw a tree…even if it was a lollipop version harkening back to pre-school and then embellish it with pictures and words that symbolized their own creative genius.  I was amazed with what they produced as they proudly played ‘Show and Tell’. They wrote poems, entered the Imaginarium, ate chocolate and strawberries in a mindfulness exercise, danced to a song that beckoned forth silly sounds and childlike wonderment.  By the end of the morning, the room was alight with love and laughter and literally love was sprinkled upon them.


I found myself in the creative flow as well, allowing the spirit of play to guide me in each interaction. Every day, I enter the Imaginarium, a room in my mind where all manner of A-mazement and A-Musement flows~

This is the song to which we wiggled and giggled at the end:

Imagination by Jenny Heitler-Klevans, © 2011

To hear the song, go to

I’m flying around, flying aroundJust like a bee with the buzzing sound


I’m stomping my feet, stomping my feet

Just like the elephant keeping the beat



I can babble like a brook (blblblblb)

I can jump like a spring (boing, boing)

I can use my mind to be anything (2x)


I’m flapping my wings, flapping my wings

Just like the birdie who loves to sing

I’m stretching up high, stretching up high

Like the long-necked giraffe reaching up to the sky






I’m swaying in the breeze, swaying in the breeze

Just like a forest of giant trees

I’m spinning around, spinning around

Just like a top falling down to the ground





I’m blasting to the stars, blasting to the stars

Just like a spaceship headed for Mars

I’m racing real fast, racing real fast

Just like a racecar zooming past





Jenny Heitler-Klevans: lead vocals

Ari, David & Jason Heitler-Klevans, harmony vocals, sound effects

David Heitler-Klevans: acoustic guitar

Ciara Barratt: sound effects  Pure Imagination from Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory COMHAR




Who’s Got Your Day?

Today at my job as a drug and alcohol counselor, I was facilitating a group of clients who have varying amounts of sober time and have been actively engaged in treatment to maintain it.  I asked the folks there about their ability to handle particular life stressors. The concensus was “If it’s a good day, then we can. If it’s a bad day, it’s harder.” I nodded and then shared with them a response I had given to someone who had commented years ago that “Today just isn’t my day.”  I put a mock puzzled look on my face as I asked two powerful questions:  “Whose day is it and who the heck has YOUR day?”  She laughed and shook her head in bewilderment and I could almost see the reset button in her head being engaged.  My clients laughed at those questions and I reminded them that at any point we can reset our own switches by asking ourselves those same questions.


Many’s the time when I have face life circumstances that could have knocked me on my tush and kept me there. What assisted me in standing and remaining vertical was the certainty that the God of my understanding (to invoke a 12 step term) has my back. People often ask how God could allow ‘bad’ things to occur.  I answer with my own questions: “What if God doesn’t let things happen, but rather is there to get us through whatever shows up? What if life circumstances just ARE and our task is to find our way through the maze to the other side? What if every experience, those which we label good, bad or worst, is meant to show us something, to offer valuable lessons to help us recognize how blessed we are, what support there is for us, how those we love are really temporary gifts and every emotional state is fleeting?”  The phrase “This too shall pass.” is one of the grandest truths I know, since happiness and sadness are not sustainable forever. When we are ecstatic we mistakenly think we always will be and when we are despondent, we fear we will stay that way.


My friend Yvonne Kaye encourages people via her voicemail message to “Have any kind of day you’d like.”  The reality is YOU choose and I choose whatever we make of anything and regardless of how a day starts, we decide how it ends. And so it is. Beautiful Day U2


Stranger Than Fiction

From the pages of ‘stranger than fiction, good enough to be true, wowie zowie, hold on to your hats’… I was delighted that my friend Jewelee Landis was in from South Florida with her two beautiful little girls, Sabrina and Vanessa. I was looking for something for us to do that the kids would enjoy too. An inspiration came to me :  Concerts Under the Stars in King of Prussia, Pennsylvania where I had attended musical delights over the years. Great out door venue, room to play, and they sometimes have kid’s performers. What I found was even better than that!  Grammy Award winning Terrance Simien and the Zydeco Experience was the perfect fit since I happen to know that Jewelee loves all things NOLA and that she and her family go to Jazz Fest every year.
SO, I get there before they arrive, set up a big blanket right near the stage and then wait. Shortly before they show up, I turn around and a man behind me asks if my last name is Weinstein. I smile and then laugh when I realize who it is. His name is Chris and I had met him the previous weekend while at the XPoNential Music Festival, sitting with my cousin Jody Rosenblum and my friend Gary Schoenberg. He happened to be sitting behind me then too. I had noticed that he had a pin on his backpack that said FREE HUGS. Since I’m all about that, I gladly offered one and we had run into each other several times over that weekend. Last night, I invited him to sit with me and told him I was waiting for a friend. He said ” I know. It’s Jewelee Landis and our friend Virginia.” I asked how he knew her. It turns out that the 3 of them are flight attendants for USAir and he had seen on Jewelee’s Facebook page that she and I were planning to hang out together. When Jewelee, Virginia and the girls arrived, we all laughed at the cosmic joke. But wait, it gets even better(:  Chris asked where the shaker egg was that he had given me last weekend in exchange for bubbles I had given him. I pulled it out of my backpack and Jewelee smiled again, since she had given Chris that egg!  What are the chances that not only would Chris and I happen to be sitting in the same position at musical events two weekends in a row, that we would have this friend in common who was visting his home base who had passed on a gift that she had initially given him? Only 100% apparently!
A few more cosmically coincidental happenings in the past few days:
I am increasingly aware that the Universe is REALLY listening in to my conversations. On Saturday and then again today, I was speaking about a friend named Kalie Marino whose book Critical Addiction is in the editing stages. She has had a major life event/loss occur and transpired when it was near completion. This was part of the topic of the conversations with our mutual friends. Less than 30 minutes after speaking with my friend David DiPasquale about her, drum roll please….she called to discuss the book since I wrote the foreword and my editor is also now her editor.
Talk about immediate manna-festation…. I was looking at pictures on my fridge on Saturday of my friends Peter and Jackie Hurley- Moses and their magical 2 1/2 year old son Shane. I haven’t seen them in a few months. Then on Sunday at Circle of Miracles, which is one of my spiritual communities,  thoughts of them crossed my mind once again. Within moments after the service ended, they walked through the door. Amazed but never surprised.  They laughed about what a powerful creator I am. I wonder if they showed up because I thought of them or if I thought of them because they were planning on showing up?  Either way, it reminds me of the inicstricable link between soul friends. I had such fun playing with Shane who was running, jumping, hugging, looking at himself in the mirror and rolling around on the floor.
There was a time in my life when I would have heard the Twilight Zone theme playing in my head at the mere thought of such synchronicities and now I see them as quite normal and natural. The more I allow myself to be a vessel or a hollow reed for the Divine to communicate, with greater frequency these type of events will come through. Eager to see what’s next.  Terrance Simien and The Zydeco Experience for a mere glimpse, nibble, sampling of the music we had the joy of experiencing.
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