• woman reaching to sky
    Healing Lessons,  Life Experiences

    Take Back Your Power

    Some resentments appear to be justified or it’s the holding onto them that causes the trouble. In any group of people, when the question is asked, “Do you have any resentments?” most will hold up their hands. Like anger, it is there. Feeding it is detrimental to one’s overall health and wellbeing. In her book, Each Day a New Beginning, which is the first daily affirmations book for women, Karen Casey writes, “IF  YOU  HOLD RESENTMENT TO A PERSON YOU ARE BOUND TO THAT PERSON WITH BANDS OF STEEL.” Go on, read it again. It is the truth. In most cases the person to whom the resentment is targeted doesn’t…

  • Front cover of card
    Gratitude,  Life Experiences

    We Just Never Know

    Having been in my various professions for so long, there have been times when I felt I was going nowhere and that my attempts at helping people help themselves was fruitless. Being the therapists’ therapist, I heard this kind of doubting oneself, often. I found the answer to my own dilemmas by becoming a free spirit, paying compliments to strangers, admiring and reading tattoos, loving seeing people of all ages in love and telling them they made my day. You know.  You’ve heard it all before and that is because it is so much a part of who I am. Meeting the Woman Inside It all started early in 1980…

  • Woman posing
    Humor,  Life Experiences

    Humility

    First let me differentiate between HUMILITY and HUMBLE. I know, the recovery programs insist on using humble. Humble to me is groveling, tipping your cap to your betters with body language that brings memories of the serfs in England, bowing to the Lord of the Manor. In the United Kingdom the word handicapped is not used in regards to special needs people. It is because the peasants had to tip their cap when they saw the Duke or Duchess of the estate where they lived and worked. Cap in Hand – hand in cap. Another thought is that the word comes from humiliation. Having worked in the recovery field for…

  • Hamstead, London
    Grief,  Humor,  Life Experiences

    What’s It All About, Angels?

    I had a very significant dream last night. In fact, I was quite shaken when Della, my younger cat jumped on the bed and walked across my pillow.  She rarely wakens me and this time she was persistent. I didn’t want her to, as there was no ending, no conclusion, finale, whatever the word is and I wanted to know. Someone was leaving on a British Airways plane. I wasn’t told who it was but I was sure I knew. I didn’t see him.  He said he would wait for me as I had meetings and couldn’t get there on time to board with him. I finished the meetings early…

  • A room with a chair and piano
    Life Experiences

    If Music Be the Food of Love

    “If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it…” and the rest of Duke Orsino in Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night dialog is immaterial for this writing. He is pining for some wealthy woman who doesn’t like his attention. So that’s all there is. I found that music is as much an underrated healing as humor. Both are exquisite in many aspects of emotions.  When I work in rehabs with recovering people, I ask them – what takes your breath away? Inevitably they say its music, animals and nature.  For me, music can soothe the savage beast and there’s nothing like a belly laugh to restore my…

  • Life Experiences

    Eight Thirty, Bewitching Time (Tea Is The Answer to all Ill’s)

    About a week ago, my daughter Michelle told me the secret to getting a good night’s sleep. Since then, I have followed her advice and slept surprisingly well. Michelle has a son, Nicolas, who has a condition called Tuberous Sclerosis. It is severe and she hasn’t slept for years. She now turns off her phone and computer at 8:30 pm. She hasn’t watched television unless she records something she likes. She prefers to view the food channels and says she can’t remember the last time she heard the newscasters on TV. So, as it is now 7:49 pm, I must hurry to write this blog post. I wanted to write…