Holding tight to heal

                                    The effect in sickness

of beautiful objects,

of variety of objects,

and especially of brilliancy of color

is hardly at all appreciated…

[They are] actual means of recovery.

–Florence Nightingale, nurse

 

“An object with sentimental value can comfort, calm, hold you up, or hold you together. When you hold it, you might be able to conjure up a better time or a positive memory…Feel the comfort they bring you–” The Creative Cure by Dr. Carrie Barron, MD, Dr. Alton Barron, MD

I carry a little shiny black rock in my purse every single day. It gives me comfort to know it is there.  It is from a very special beach at Lake Tahoe.

I held it in my pocket every single day I had chemo therapy. I brought it to every single surgery, every single radiation treatment, every poke, cut, shot, or examination. It transforms me to a place of comfort, peace, and safety.

Find your object, poem, or song.  Hold tight and let it help heal you.

 

I am in!

(Continued from previous post)

I was pushed off that ominous diving board into 2016

by a one and a half year old

nicknamed “Ookie.”

I came up drenched and splattering,

but laughing!

“Ookie” had contracted the nasty virus going around the United States called hand, foot, and mouth disease with a blistery rash, just simply from breathing the air or touching something random.

Once his fever broke lying around was no longer an option for him.

He got up and stood with his back to the front door watching me closely with his droopy eyes and soft blanket close at hand.

I engaged in a hide-and-seek game, hiding behind a wall about 15 feet away, sneaking a peek to see if he was looking.

He was.

I wriggled my fingers out from the wall so he could only see part of me.

He giggled which sounded like little bells,

after seeing him lie limp.

Then he ran.

He ran towards me to the place where I was hiding!

He did not stay far away safely by the door nor

 wait for me to come to him in full view.

He ran with gusto to the unknown;

the place of surprise and possibility!

He knew about the “boo” that could come.

But he ran

fearless;

 laughing!

Ookie is wise.

2016 I am in…

Speechless

It is eleven days after New Years.

My super hero cape was tied subliminally around my neck  as the clock ticked down and the new year began.

(You know the one we tie on each New Years or school start when we are going to change the world…or at least ourselves at those pivotal beginnings with goals or resolutions or aspirations…)

But 2016 did not bring the super hero out of me. In fact I am speechless to add a dynamo post about cleaning clutter, eating kale, adding a cardiovascular workout, recycling…

In fact I feel I am grasping on to the end of a high dive, sheepishly peeking over into a deep abyss way way down below, while my super hero cape blows over my head in the wind.

2016 feels unsettling to me.

I feel the world changing and that I am

hesitant and uncomfortable.

I am not sure what I am supposed to save or change or do to make a difference for me or for you.

So here I sit on this eleventh day…

speechless–

peering over the edge of that diving board into the new year…

Not really

ready to jump in yet.

Sit Close and get warm…

“…When you sit in front of a fire in winter, you are just there in front of the fire, and you don’t have to be smart or anything. The fire warms you.”

Today  my Christmas wish for you is to “sit with the Lord and let Him warm you like a fire in winter. You don’t have to be perfect or the greatest person who ever graces the earth or the best of anything to be with Him.”

Just sit next to the little baby… and get warm…

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Oh Come Let Us Adore Him

Merry Christmas

Extracted from an article by Todd D. Christofferson, “Be At Peace.” Ensign. Referred to Anglican Arch Bishop, Desmond Tutu in South Africa; interview about his relations ship with God as he has grown older.

He looked GOOD!

   Subbing in art I came across this spunky 1st grader who was determined to tell me an important incident before allowing me to move on as I wandered around tables of children immersed in wonderful art messes.

She told me that she drew a picture of God and went on to explain…

“My dad said,” she mimicked in a stern father-voice,  “How can you draw a picture of God, no one knows what he looks like!”

And she said,

“They do now, because I am finished with my drawing!”

She waited for me to say something in hanging silence…

So I proceeded,

“How did he look?”

And with her six year old assertive confidence declared…

“He looked good!”

Today…

Cancer’s score card added another tally. I am angry at Cancer. I hate it’s thievery with a vengeance!

I feel frightened as it steals yet

another innocent life.

I am sad.

Christmas time can be hectic and bothersome or

it can be quiet, soothing, and precious.

My friend’s life deserves the honor of the latter as I reflect on her goodness.

Today I play carols on low so I have to make an effort to really listen.

Today I wrap gifts slowly and think with gratitude about the person I am giving to, and smile that they are in my life.

Today I will bake and fill my home with soothing aromas of the season then eat comfort food and savor the taste.

Today I will hug my pillows before I fluff making the beds.

Today I will sit and look at my Christmas tree without any noise.

Today I will feed my forest family and take a walk no matter how frosty I feel, and smell the air, and thank God for the beauty of the earth right in front of my eyes.

Today I will listen to the dryer sound, sweep the floors and fold the socks and feel life in my home in the messes.

Tonight I will tuck my children in bed and lie awake and listen to their breathing.

Today I will place trust in my God who is in charge.

Today I will Believe

and hold tightly to Christmas…

in all its goodness and peace.