• cup of tea and spices
    Grief,  Healing Lessons

    HO HO HO!

    I AM WRITING THIS ON BLACK FRIDAY.  Hah! Here they come again – the holidays. I wonder how many people remember the actual meaning of the word – HOLY DAYS. No, I am not going to push religion – just sayin’. Recently I was asked to write an article for my cousin’s newsletter. It is for MS patients, families, and friends in the United Kingdom.  I’ve written them for years and they are called, “Letter from America.” This time she asked me to write about holidays in this country. What a surprise. When I started to research I was astonished at just how many holidays we have over here. Hundreds.…

  • 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…

  • Older hand and child's hand holding a rose.
    Grief,  Life transitions

    The ‘Nice’ Woman Just Left

    I have written about grief before and here I am again. This time, all bets are off and I am so angry at the denial around grief and addiction. I have presented on this subject at a couple of rehabs for the staff. In the past I could speak to the patients but that has since changed. The VA Hospital at Perry Point, Maryland has invited me over the years and I have been honoured to speak on this subject to those who work with recovering veterans, particularly those plagued with PTSD. In the past, Dr. Robert Ackerman encouraged me to continue my determination and I was invited to speak…

  • 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…