It Is Raining Outside

It is raining outside.

It has been for two days now.

We need the rain, and I love it.

It is grey and dreary and cool and wet outside.

I feel the heaviness of the air surround and invade me.

And then, a flock of birds comes and converges on a tree branch right in front of me.

This is just the way birds do in a formation on they know……they just know, and they all land at the same moment in time.

The synchrony of their movements touches me.

All settles again.

Again I feel heavy tendrils of the air and sky reach into me.

And I wait, and I breathe in the rich water infused air.

I know in the way birds know that this too is life and tomorrow may bring more sun.

All of this is true.

I Opened My Eyes Today

Today I opened my eyes and I saw something new. All it took was my moving my desk.

All it took was a change in perspective.

I am now looking out into the most beautiful sunrise, right from my chair.

Purple clouds quietly swarming around ribbons of pin, coral and red as the sun makes its emergence for the day.

All is quiet. Not a bird call in ear sight.

Just a humble herald to the new day.

After all, this happens all the time.

What if we were to take our true colors with us into each day? No fanfare involved.

We each just quietly don our colors and go about our day….day by day.

I am green, bright pink, grey, and purple.

What colors are you?

The New Year

The New Year is here. I am looking out my window at powder blue sky around and surrounding fluffy white clouds. There are so many small white fluffy clouds interspersed within the blue that I feel I am watching floating light carpets of love. Each one is a gift to touch and open and learn from.

This year particularly is one where I feel open to learning and to revealing myself. As I watch each cloud float through the blue ocean of sky, I gain more and more confidence to be myself as freely as they are in their true purpose. They are so clear and beautiful and revealing and are so much a part of our earth experience, and here before I existed. I imagine myself leaning into them, gently, and feeling their support and touch as I lie on my back and blow my own bubbles of truth into the world.

Speaking of bubbles of truth…I was working with a client who was in a motor vehicle accident a few weeks ago and is still experiencing neck and back pain and stiffness. This particular day her stomach and mid-back were especially tight, and so I took a moment of time to focus on that part. She also is very sensitive to foods and supplements and to what she puts inside of her. I started talking about how her stomach and back are sort of walled off, and that is a protective mechanism that probably started when she was very little.

I asked her how her life was when she was little. She shared that she was the baby of four girls, and every one doted on her. For her, that felt good in a way, but also, their doting on her was not really about her. She wasn’t the one who was seen. Her siblings used her as a way to help and soothe themselves. Some part of her knew this and so in being so over inundated by others before she knew and developed herself, she then built a protection and wall between herself and others.

Now, that is no longer helpful to her. It keeps her from using the nutrition and nurturing that food can bring instead of protecting her. As we were speaking, she really understood this and what wisdom she had, and how to begin to now use this wisdom in a new way.

To me, it is always amazing what our bodies tell us and how they lead us to answers inside of us.

To your new year, and to new growth inside of each of you.

Gail

What Is Your Calling?

I worked with a woman the other day who has a beautiful calling. Around fifteen years ago, she was called to do a service of opening a facility for homeless veterans. It took her thirteen years to reach her objective; and she, with the help of many, did!

I listened to her talk about her calling, and watched her face, and wondered to myself where this passion and calling came from. I find most often our calling in life gives us great information to understand aspects of our past. In her life, her mother lived with her own mother, and her father took her and her sister when she was just about three years old to live with his sister, her husband, and his mother. Her father took them away from their mother and gave them to his sister and husband to raise, basically while he was in and out doing his thing. Her mother stayed in the state in which they were living with her mother in her mother’s house.

When he was little, around three, Dad’s mom had to take care of her ailing husband, his father, and then also her sickly baby, his brother. Dad was left to be raised by his sister who still lived with her mother. She never had her own home as she then later married and raised her brother and his children.

I listened to this story and heard something very important. Both of her parents didn’t have their own home. And, she was taken away from her home, her parents, when she was three years old. Her calling became having a home for veterans who didn’t have any home after returning from serving their country, their motherland.

As I pieced this together in my mind, and then expressed to her what she is doing and that by doing her calling, she totally honors both of her parents who never had their own home, as well as herself.

Isn’t this beautiful? We all do this; find something that has great meaning for us that honors ourselves, our past, and many times, our parents. This is sometimes called “finding our passion.”

As you think of what you are passionate about, what brings you joy and peace, especially during this holiday season, take a look at your family and see how your passion relates to an action or a feeling that honors your family.

Happy Holidays!

Don’t Be a Part of Their Cookie

Amongst the dramatic skyline I exist.

I am one with the clouds, the trees, the leaves, the birds flying by my window pane.

I look out through my window and I am in the leaves and the trees as I fly among them.

The birds welcome me with their calls.

We are dramatic, and yet very simple.

I sit and perch on a leaf as I watch, with all the other leaves, the rain drops.

I am just here among the beauty and part of the beauty.From this vantage point we know and see so much.

We carry the knowledge within us.

It doesn’t weigh us down.

It just is.

I choose to fly to another tree and alight on another branch and tune into the yellow leaves next to me.

I am part of the dramatic skyline.

We can choose to be part of the drama around us, or we can choose to be alive and involved, and yet not engage.

My husband likes to say, “Don’t be a part of their cookie.”  Learn, empathize, and have some distance. How can we really help ourselves and others if we are in their cookie? You see, he also loves cookies.

This is true with our families too. Be a part, and yet, be apart. Leave their issues and fate with them; they are theirs, not yours.

Dancing with the Clouds and Sun

I am sitting here at my desk looking out my window and I am filled with thoughts and feelings. In fact I am so filled with these feelings that it is hard to slow down my thoughts to get them down on paper.

Do you ever feel that way?

When you get lost in your thoughts and/or feelings, take a moment, take a breath and, with a quick intention, slow them down. Ask yourself: what am I thinking? What am I feeling? Sometimes the thoughts and feelings happen so quickly they move like the frames of a movie.

In slowing them down, you also gain some control over them. There is something soothing and relaxing in slowing them down.

I am watching the sun pass under the clouds; or the clouds pass over the sun. There are so many clouds in the sky this afternoon that it is a continual kaleidoscope. As I take this in, I also take a moment to slow my thoughts and feel what is going on in my body. As the sun emerges from under the clouds I feel myself smiling and enjoying the warmth and light as it permeates through my being. My stomach is smiling. As the clouds move over the sun, and the sky turns grey, I feel a bit gloomy and edgy in my stomach and have to remind myself to breathe.

I can’t wait to go outside and feel the change in the temperature on my skin as I walk through my neighborhood.

Sometimes as I indulge myself in gloomy thinking, I purposefully slow myself down and redirect my thinking with these thoughts and actions. It feels good.

When you get stuck in gloomy thoughts and feelings, often it is a memory of a past time when you were in a sad or difficult place, and this past time still influences you today. Oftentimes, this memory stays with you and filters through you continually or when something is triggered within you, especially if you had a difficult beginning with your parents.

I think of this as I watch the play of the clouds and the light and the cool and the warm and think how wonderful it would be if we all could know that these patterns are as changeable as the weather.

There was a man I watched on the television show, Dancing with the Stars, who had survived a terrible accident during the Iraq War and forty percent if his skin was burned. He has lost an ear and had thirty three operations. Here he is dancing beautifully on the television show. He was asked how was able to do this and have such a positive attitude. He answered that his mother had a positive attitude and he was influenced by her. Those first years with our parents do color the rest of our lives. And yet, when you can truly accept the mother and father you have, warts and all, you give yourself a tremendous gift and the possibility to love yourself in a whole new way.

I look outside my window, watch the play of the sun and the clouds, and love myself just a little bit more.

A Trying Day

I had a very trying day yesterday. As I am sitting here reflecting on it, I am just realizing that it was the last day of the Jewish year, and it was trying right up until just around sunset. With sunset came the New Year.

I am sitting here in front of my window with the sun by my side letting this sink in.

My precious dog got out of the yard and was lost. She is the only girl in my immediate family.  I missed her.

My father needed some immediate attention for a situation that could be resolved but just needed a little time and action.

I was very busy with work, and had to find some time and action.

My patients were appreciating the care I give them, and it was a busy day.

My stepson called and needed some emotional assistance. He never calls and asks for that, so I felt I had to find the time.

Patients were calling for appointments.

One of my helpers seemed to have lost some records; although after a phone call they were found.

I had to breathe and take care of myself.

I had to breathe and care for myself.

That is what sticks out to me after a day like yesterday.

I just took some time whenever I could to breathe and take care of myself.

I even asked myself questions like, how can I do this better? What can I leave out?

And I did breathe.

My New Year is bringing me a year where I not only further learn to take care of myself better, but I DO, and I BREATHE,  and I do much more than survive, I LIVE, LOVE, AND FEEL GRATEFUL!

Here is to a great new year for all of you. Please breathe, just breathe!

With your breath is your life.

What Rising Anger and Fear and Loss Can Do To Us

I saw a client the other day who suffered a stroke a couple of years ago. She is a young woman, and is doing well in many ways. Yet, this summer she began to feel anxiety, anger, depression and fatigue building inside of her and it scared her.

You see, a few years ago her mother died suddenly from a physician and hospital error. Her mother also died at the same age as her mother before her, and from a collapse of the heart.

My client loved her mother, and her mother loved her mother. She couldn’t look at the hospital and the doctor, and neither could her father and her brothers. In her family, no one would look. So where could the anger go? And aside from that, the anger at the medical field kept her from really being able to grieve her mom’s death and move forward. She grieved and grieved and grieved, and even told me that she has been fighting with her mother in her dreams. Her mother, I believe, wants her to move on and be happy and do well. She hasn’t been able to.

So guess where I had her look? Yes, back at the doctor responsible, and the hospital that covered up the error through legal maneuvering. I even have given her homework, which is to write a letter to the doctor, whether she sends it to him or not, and to look and finally say what is her truth and in her heart to say to him.

I suggest that you try saying to the people in your own life what is true and in your heart, no matter how scary that might be for you, and see what happens. Write it down if that is best for you, but find a way to say your truth to those you haven’t, and haven’t had the opportunity to do so.

And, if you feel so moved, share a comment or send me a note as to how that was for you.

Gail

Know Your Body, Know Yourself

Know your body, know yourself. I love saying those words, but what do they really mean?

I had a client the other day who really knows what they mean. She had recently been diagnosed with a very slow-growing cancer in her breast. In fact, the doctors told her that she wouldn’t even die of the cancer; that something else in old age would occur first.

Even so, she decided that she would like to have the tumor removed.

She then proceeded to tell me that it has given her an opportunity to learn more about herself, in terms of issues that she was being complacent about. I asked her what she was referring to and she said many things. Basically, to paraphrase, she said that she knew that she had spent many years denying what she did take. She also felt and knew that this tumor was a concrete expression of an anger and rejection that she had turned onto herself. In other words, she had taken her rejection of her mom onto/into herself. That she had rejected her mother’s milk, and yet also had to take some of the milk in for her to survive. Even though she has resolved her feelings for her mother, and is now in a place where she sees her mother clearly and feels great compassion for her, as well as compassion for herself, the anger and rejection had already solidified inside of her. She also realized that she looks for comfort and nourishment outside of herself and now knows it needs to come from inside.

I listened to her speak, and thought how beautiful her thought processes are. She actually took the time to listen to her body and found many things out about herself.

We all have that capacity. We just need to learn how to listen. And we need the courage to listen.

Know your body, know yourself.

A Good Night’s Sleep

If you have ever experienced difficulty getting a good night’s sleep, click the play button below for suggestions on how to achieve a night of not just good, but safe, secure and nurturing sleep.