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.
delight v. 1 please, gratify, satisfy, gladden, cheer, tickle, amuse, entertain, excite, thrill, captivate,entrance, fascinate, relish, revel in, glory in, love, adore, enjoy, appreciate, like, savor, delectation, bliss, charmed, thrilled, enchanted, rapture, tickled pink, tickled to death, happy…
I gave a talk once about DDD (Delight Deficit Disorder)
There is an epidemic!
There is also a cure.
This time of year is the best time to come to grips with it
so healing can be lasting.
It involves a heart attack!
To see what’s deep in there that is creating the deficit.
It involves a “cleanse,” (or two, or three)!
To purge our inside garbage cans.
It involves injections!
It involves partaking of the most lactose fee, gluten free, soy free, whole food, vegan, low carb, pure sugar, low sugar, low sodium, low cholesterol, low fat, natural-soul pure diet which is labeled the Atonement of Jesus Christ. The true meaning of EASTER!
“Behold, my soul delighteth in proving unto my people the truth of the coming of Christ…and all things which have been given of God from the beginning of the world, unto man, are the typifying of him.
And also my soul delighteth in the covenants of the Lord which he hath made to our fathers; yea my soul delighteth in his grace and in his justice, and power, and mercy in the great and eternal plan of deliverance from death.
And my soul delighteth in proving unto my people that save Christ should come all men must perish. For if there be no Christ there be no God: and if there be no God we are not, for there could have been no creation.
But there is a God, and he is Christ, and he cometh in the fulness of his own time.
PHEW! There is a cure for DDD!
REDEEMER OF ISRAEL, OUR ONLY DELIGHT!
Scripture extraced from: (2nd Nephi 11: 4-7) The Book of Mormon
It really puts everything else in proper perspective…
It makes suffering bearable knowing He carries it with me.
It is love in its purest form.
My mind cannot completely understand
but my heart wants to.
For some reason
this comes to my memory
as Thanksgiving comes closer…
Several years ago, I had signed up, with my community, to take dinners in to a family who was grieving a fluke summer accident. Their middle school boy had been watching a baseball game at summer camp, and a line drive struck him in the head and he was tragically killed instantly. This boy had been in several of my son’s classes over the years and we knew the family as acquaintances. As I gathered the foil pans of food in the car, I was impressed to grab a tree branch that had fallen in our yard. I ran back inside and gathered some scissors, ribbon, a black Sharpee marker, and a pot with marbles. (I am an artist what did you expect! Not hoarding, just prepared spontaneity and how my brain works!)
I will never forget when I entered into their home. It was November. I felt like I was intruding. The parents were not home and the child who was expecting the dinner, opened the door and then disappeared, without much talk. I felt awkward as I entered into the dim empty kitchen. The house felt sad and cold. I set my dinner tins on the counter, and then I placed the pot in the middle of their table, with the tree branch stuck in the middle. I hurried, like I was doing something wrong and didn’t want to get caught. I set the marker and cut ribbon next to the potted miniature “tree” and left a note. Write down what you are thankful for, on this ribbon, and tie it to the tree. Then I walked out by myself, with the door clicking behind me.
In the spring I ran into the mother of this family. She came right up to me. She said that for a long time that tree branch sat on their table empty. No one was thankful. They were heart broken and angry. But, then one day, she noticed that the Sharpee had been moved, or the ribbons left messy. She said, then one day, one of her children wrote on the ribbon and tied it to the branch. Then on another day, one more ribbon was tied to the branch. Gradually the tree became filled with ribbons and she said, most of the comments were about the son that had died. But then, it began to be gratitude for other things as well. They left the tree up long after November. She said to me, thank you, for helping our family begin to heal with that simple little branch.
I did not plan it. I carried out a spontaneous impression. I believe it was angels whispering to me. Perhaps this family needed just a little branch to help them express their love and gratitude during their sorrow. Healing takes time, and often with a nudge.
I love this memory. It reminds me to listen when the angels prompt! God know us and I am thankful for that.
A cancer diagnosis is shocking and frightening!
I will admit that I felt angry and hurt over and over through the process.
Everything felt too much
and it was very easy to get caught in bitterness.
But bitterness sucks life out of you.
It does not heal you.
I found a quote which I read often to remind myself:
“Bitterness is a poison that snuffs the light of our souls,
hardening us to life’s pleasures, and joys
by keeping us focused only on what is wrong.”
The best way to combat bitterness is to begin to notice
simple things in your life
during your moments with cancer,
that you are grateful for.
Some people even keep a gratitude journal.
“I want my soul to shine with an overflowing of love,
and practicing gratitude is one of the best ways i know how to do it.”
I still catch myself feeling bitterness at times.
But I choose not to stay too long in that place.
It’s too dangerous.
“Gratitude is an inner light that we can use to illuminate our souls.”
Wow, have I grown!
(Quotes from m. j. ryan, Attitudes of Gratitude)
Vika is an angel.
She is my mother’s care-giver.
My mother is in her 89th year and has congestive heart failure.
But you wouldn’t know, because Vika makes her life so meaningful!
Vika understands something that is difficult to teach.
It is the power of Happy!
She understands how to create joy for an elderly person who’s life could be difficult and discouraging.
We had a long discussion about it, together while I visiting my mom this past 2 weeks. She works, not only to care for my mother physically, but emotionally as well.
She said in her thick Tongan accent, “I try to find ways to make your mother have fun.” And she does! It is amazing!
The first thing my mother wakes up to is Vika little whistle. It is meaningful because it is the same whistle tone that my father used to do for my mother when he tried to locate her, when he was alive. My mother loves it!
Vika is sensitive to my mother’s moods, and adapts to them. When my mother is frightened, Vika sits close. When my mother feels blue, Vika sings, or teaches her Tongan words which makes her laugh. Vika tells her how beautiful she is and gives her encouragement, all day long. I have witnessed it!!
There is a psychology to healing that is not limited to physical care. There truly is a power of Happy, and Vika is a natural at it.
How blessed I am to have an angel care for my angel mother when I cannot live close…
There is a power of Happy in Healing!
I have seen it.
I have tried to create it for my own healing!
See if you can find it too…