• Flying geese
    Gratitude,  Healing Lessons,  Humor

    Tuesday

    Today was a bitter sweet day. I had breakfast with my dear friend Ruthie and the magic about Ruthie is that she talks about John more than I do. She knew him before I did and watched our progress with loving eyes. She is a bereaved mother and has a heart bigger than the world with a mouth without a filter which I love. She asks questions. She challenges me……..are you really all right or are you hiding anything? I tell her the truth, as it would be pointless to do otherwise, and assure her that I speak openly on my mental, physical, spiritual and emotional health. Added to her…

  • 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…

  • Keyboard with no screen
    Healing Lessons,  Helping Children

    When There Are No Words

    What happened to a local Abington school girl over the years? There are no words. However, I am going to find something to say because of the murder of Grace Packer, whose memorial service was just held. I am not going to write a lot about 14-year-old Grace. I will focus on only this message.  We must protect our children far better than we have been. You can find out about her, and her horrific life from the age of three, under her name Grace Packer, on many news sites. I came home today and found a book on my table which I had recently loaned to a bereaved father. It…

  • 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…

  • chain with heart
    Healing Lessons,  Life transitions

    The Deeper the Love, The Deeper the Pain

    The holidays are approaching fast. Malls are filled, traffic is crazy and I am filled with apprehension as to how I will be. Some people say it’s only another day and I would like to believe that. However, I have been a bereavement specialist for a very long time and beg to differ. Now I am one of the bereaved and I know it to be real. When a loved one leaves, in any way at all, special days are important. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, celebrations. Somehow the emptiness that goes with the broken part of them takes over. This is the second Christmas without John. It was always special because…

  • Rune Stones
    Healing Lessons

    Magical Rune Stones

    My little cat, Della, was not feeling well. She is John’s cat and regardless of some people’s cynicism, I know both she and Daisy, the other cat, are still looking for him. After all, he was with them all the time. Now they are frequently on their own. When Della was first unwell, it was suggested to me that she might be picking up my concerns over the political situation. This is possible. I rarely dismiss anything that strikes a chord with me. My marvelous visiting Vet, Dr Jeannie Ludlow, Penn Trained and wonderful, came to my home to help. I was very afraid when Della was so listless and…