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.

 

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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.