• personal growth,  self-care practices

    Walking on Sunshine: Life Beyond Cancer

    Last year, I created a music playlist on my Kindle called Walking on Sunshine.  I was playing with a bit of music therapy as a creative solution for bringing light into my life during a difficult time.  I had uterine cancer, and an ongoing, nasty story running in my head had been telling me I was going to die. Dramatic, I know.  But heads do that to us sometimes. Mine had been spinning the tale for a few decades.  My mother had died at 45, and her father before her also died at 45.  Somehow, the script got stuck playing on a loop in my head too.  I tried time…

  • Creative Growth,  Life,  Transforming Difficulty

    The Indulgent Life

    I have been indulging in life this year.  Not the kind of indulgence where you eat rich, spend lots, and party til the sun don’t shine.  The kind where you hold onto whatever comes your way and sap out every morsel of meaning and magic you can. What I have held onto… There was a birth in my circle of friends followed by lots of time with the baby, funny faces, kisses on the bottom of the feet, adventures in diaper changing, and those magical moment when you help the little one find his way to slumber land. There have been illnesses:  calls in the middle of the night, quick…

  • Better Living,  Creative Growth

    Breath of Life

    Now for the second half of the creative visualization I did last week that helped me turn my trajectory away from a crash course with Death and aim for a life well lived.  Let’s see, where was I?  Oh yes, Death had transformed into a wise elder-woman with the tell-tale signs of many years of joy reading all over her face.  She walked away to join The Fates, leaving me with the woman who had come when I let out a call for help…..this sounds like a metaphysical soap opera. In the mediation, I felt as if a new story was playing out in front of me.  On one hand…

  • Better Living,  Creative Growth

    Cheating Death

    I faced Death today. It is part of turning my life around. I decided a few days ago that I would change my story to change my life. The main goal: to finally be rid of the nagging feeling that I would die at the age of 45 like my mother and her father both did.  With 45 only 30 months away, I felt if I was going to change my story, this would be the time to do it! I started by going to the place where the story lives, inside me.  Shall I take you along, as if you were there? Let’s go. I got very still and…

  • Better Living,  Creative Growth

    Changing My Story

    I grew up with stories. My dad could spin a yarn like nobody’s business. They were often just on the edge of believability in that place where you knew they probably weren’t true but you sure wanted them to be. His mother was a storyteller in her own right. She told me of the past. How she met my grandfather, how she built a house with her own two hands, about the child that died unexpectedly, and how my life changed my family. Because of them, I fell in love with stories. Not long into my adulthood, I began reading a master storyteller, Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes. Her books and tapes were…