Happy Healing Mother’s Day

Family Photo, 1954 (I'm the baby)

Family Photo, 1954 (I’m the baby)

If ever there was a day for journaling, this is it. For I can’t think of another day in the year that brings up as many conflicting emotions as Mother’s Day. Talking greeting cards, flowers, and breakfast in bed are all nice gestures to acknowledge our mothers. But the truth is, for many of us–whether we’re the child or the mother–there’s an aching pain below the surface.

Let me list some possible reasons:

  • You’ve lost a mother you adored
  • Your mother left you
  • Your mother was/is a terrible mother
  • Your child died
  • You terminated a child
  • You can’t have children
  • You gave a child up for adoption
  • Your children have abandoned you

The list could go on and on, but I’ll stop because my intention is not to depress everyone on Mother’s Day. Quite the opposite. I just want the healing to begin.

The mother/child relationship is a sacred one but often fraught with turmoil and heartache. What can give us the greatest joy can also cause the greatest pain. We humans have monumental expectations of others and of ourselves. And when these expectations don’t turn out as planned we start stuffing our grief, anger, pain, guilt and shame down deep where we think it can’t hurt us. But it eventually rises to the surface and begs to be acknowledged.

And here’s where the light can come in. From an energetic point of view, all of the emotions I just mentioned are dark, negative energy that can wreak havoc on our mind, body and spirit. We must do everything in our power to dissipate it. Think about opposite emotions that we have a conscious choice to embrace. Happiness, joy, forgiveness, and self-love. These are light, positive energetic forces that lift us up, heal us and can make us whole again.

My own relationship with my mother was a tumultuous one. She was never cruel or abusive like some, but we always seemed to be at odds. Under the surface kind of stuff. Towards the end of her life I was finally able to see things from a different perspective and take responsibility for the role I had played in our drama. I consider it a gift that I was able to spend a great deal of time with her in her last years and heal a wound that had festered for far too long. I was alone with her when she took her final breath and in spite of the grief, I was grateful to have been by her side.

Years later when I began journaling and exploring the relationships in my life, I began to look at my relationship with my mother in a different light. She herself had lost her mother when she was eight years old and was one of eleven children growing up in Detroit in the early 1900’s. She witnessed a lot of death and sadness in her childhood, more than I can even imagine. There are always two sides to every story and we need to remember that.

Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes,  circa 1966

Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes, circa 1966

I look at pictures of my mother now and see her fun-loving nature – climbing the dunes with her girls instead of sitting and watching, or riding on a jet ski for the first time in her 80′s!) I see her devotion to our family and what a proud determined woman she was. I think I inherited her resiliency, that’s for sure. I have long ago let go of the stuff that caused us to be at odds with each other. Gone.

Mom and Dad living it up in their 80's

Mom and Dad living it up in their 80′s

And then there’s my relationship with my two children. They are grown now and off living their own lives. My emotion of choice was guilt for many many years. We have all worked hard to re-build any bridges that were burned in the wake of my divorce with their father. I have let go of the guilt of letting them down, of not being there for them. I was the absolute best mother I could be at every stage of their life and mine. I have sent the guilt into the ethers and only think now of the unimaginable joy that they blessed me with as young children and that they still honor me with today. I have loved them unconditionally since the day I first set eyes on them. They are both remarkable in so many ways, and I am grateful to be their mother.

Then…

Brian & Amy with our beloved first dog, Morgan, 1987

Brian & Amy with our beloved first dog, Morgan, 1987

And now…

With Amy

With Amy

With Brian

With Brian

 

If you are hurting today or any other day because of your relationship with your mother or your children, know that you have the power within to let go of the pain. Here are some suggestions that have been helpful for me:

  • Journal. Writing about it or speaking aloud what needs to be said is powerfully healing. This blog is a form of healing for me, by the way.
  • Having a ceremony is another way to let go. Write out what needs to be said, burn it or bury it and say goodbye to the pain and the hurt.
  • Read “Truth Heals” by Deborah King. I guarantee you will learn how to release deep-seated emotions in a safe and healing way, leading to healthier and happier relationships.
  • Let Mother Nature nurture and wrap you in her embrace. She is Mother to us all and is there for us whenever we need her. Go outside and be with your Mother whenever you need her.
  • Know that you have the right to remove yourself from a toxic relationship. It may not be the right time now to heal the wounds if both parties are not willing or able. Just keep the door open.
  • Ask or grant forgiveness. Write a letter if things are too painful to say in person.

“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that crushed it.”
–Mark Twain

As I was finishing up this post, I glanced over to a little glass container that holds business cards, notes, etc. A card that was sticking up out of the pile caught my eye and I pulled it out. I kid you not–it was the prayer card from my mother’s funeral. You can’t make this stuff up. I turned it over and this is what it says:

LIFE is to live and life is to give and
talents are to use for good if you choose.
Do not pray for easy lives.
Pray to be stronger.
Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers.
Pray for powers equal to your tasks –
then the doing of your work shall be no miracle
but you shall be a miracle.
Every day you shall wonder at yourself…
at the richness of life which has come
to you by the grace of God.
But everyone needs someone – knowing that
somewhere someone is thinking of you…”
– Fr. Solanus Casey, Capuchin

Be strong, be brave, and love yourself. My wish to all of you today is for a happy, healing Mother’s Day, every day.

Much love,
Barbara

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Peeling the Layers of Grief

Five Borough Bike Tour, NYC

Five Borough Bike Tour, NYC

Last Sunday, May 5th, I awoke to voices cheering outside my window and looked out to see thousands of bikers lined up on Church Street, waiting for the Five Borough Bike Tour to begin. Approximately 32,000 riders. I had to smile. May 5th was also the two-year anniversary of my partner, Ralph’s death, and I had been thinking of him when I went to bed the night before. It was so serendipitous–every first Sunday in May, Ralph and I would wake up to hear that sound, and look at each other and laugh. We forgot about it every year and were surprised each time. We would jump up and go out on the fire escape to look at the sea of bikers.

I’m not someone who generally remembers dates–no matter how tragic or significant. But May 5th is stuck in my mind, and as it approached this year, I found that my body seemed aware of it, as well. I always say that I was grateful for being able to process my grief in a healthy way after Ralph’s death. But I’d had some interesting experiences in the past month that made me realize that perhaps I had been peeling away yet another layer of grief.

In energy medicine lingo, we often talk about peeling layers of buried emotions like an onion. I prefer to picture a lotus flower (or even better, a ranunculous.) Whether an onion or a flower, the point is that processing our emotions usually comes in layers. We tend to think that emotions just come and go. But the reality is that unprocessed emotions can lie buried in our cells for decades, blocking vital energy and, if not dealt with, may lead to suffering and disease.

One of the unexpected side-effects of my own grieving process was weight gain. I had never gained a significant amount of weight before–I always had a fast Vata metabolism that kept me in near-constant motion, burning calories without even trying. When I started to gain weight after Ralph died, I joked that he had left his Kapha energy behind. Kaphas are solid and steady, but don’t like to move very much and often struggle with weight. They are also incredibly grounded (earth and water are the elements associated with Kapha dosha). Ralph used to beg me to sit still and I would beg him to get moving! Anyway, I was only half-joking about his Kapha energy being left behind, but I also believed that there was a good reason for this change in my body. It slowed me down. It grounded me, and I started sleeping deeply like a Kapha. It was helping me heal and I eventually let go of thinking about the weight gain.

Back in January I decided to try an Ayurvedic cleanse and was amazed at the emotional clearing that occurred. I shed a lot of tears that week. The Ayurvedic herbs help to bring your body back in balance and seem to know just where the balancing needs to occur.  I lost a few pounds, but still felt like I was in someone else’s body.  I repeated the cleanse several weeks later and again, experienced old emotional stuff rising to the surface.

Then in April, while attending a workshop with my energy healing teacher, Deborah King (on the energetic connection to weight gain/loss, of all things), I had an interesting experience the day before I returned home. I was having a treatment called Chi Nei Tsang, a Chinese form of abdominal massage that helps to clear blocked energy in the body–releasing stuck emotions, stress, etc.–and facilitating healing of the body, mind and spirit. When the therapist began, she told me to feel free to ask any questions. Without thinking, I blurted out “Where is the spot for grief?” I wasn’t consciously thinking about grief, but the words just spilled out. She looked at me in surprise and said “I’m on it right now!” It was the first area that she felt drawn to work on and release.

When I left the treatment it was as if a wave of depression had fallen over me. I felt strangely sad and wanted to withdraw from my friends. Not emotions that I experience very often. They hung around until the next morning when I woke up, feeling myself again. A week later, I caught a particularly nasty upper respiratory virus. Interesting, but no surprise to me, as the lungs are the repository for grief. Another layer was peeling away.

And then came the day about a week ago when I put on the only pair of jeans that fit me anymore and they were so loose that I wondered if it was possible for jeans to stretch out in the laundry! It was as if the weight stayed on my body as long as I needed it to and then it just fell away.

Sunday, I was taken aback at the sadness I felt when I began my day. The truth is that I usually feel more joy than sadness when I think about Ralph. I instinctively knew that I needed to get out of my apartment and get some fresh air. I walked to the park at the end of my street and was leaning against a tree when my phone rang. I answered it and heard a little voice on the other end say “Aunt Barbara (more like Bwa-bwa), can you come over

My little friend, Mabel

My little friend, Mabel

to our house?” I recognized the voice as Mabel, my friend Stacey’s almost three-year-old. Unbeknownst to Stacey, Mabel had taken her phone and called me. And as if that wasn’t enough to brighten my day, I discovered that they were in the same park, just yards from where I was standing. A hug from my friend and her little angel was like medicine for my soul and changed the entire course of my day.

I have always been acutely aware of messages my body sends me. Not in a hypochondriac kind of way, but more like a subtle nudging to pay attention. When I began the study of energy medicine, I learned just how important these messages are. But even with this awareness, I know that sometimes I can’t make the connection between what is coming to the surface and what the original trauma or pain was. The fact is, I don’t need to know. In processing layers of grief, I know that Ralph’s death was not the only source of grief in my life. It was a big one, and certainly a focus for many months. But there have been others that I stuffed down and didn’t process. My body is gifting me now (perhaps because I’ve done the work) by peeling more layers. I feel lighter, and my heart feels more open than ever.

You might be grieving the loss of a loved one, a relationship, a job, or a home. So many things other than actual death can cause us pain. I can’t stress enough the importance of self-awareness and nurturing to peel away those layers of grief. It takes time. Be patient. This is what helped (and is still helping) me to heal. Seems like it’s my go-to list for just about everything these days.

  • Meditation
  • Journaling
  • Prayer
  • Reaching out to others and learning how to receive
  • Being in nature
  • Bodywork such as massage, acupuncture, craniosacral therapy or reflexology

Me and Ralph

One of the healthiest things I believe you can do after the death of a loved one is to keep that connection alive. Our culture often discourages this, but I know that in my own case, staying connected with Ralph’s spirit helped me quickly move beyond the pain. I’m not talking about not being able to let go and move forward with your life. There’s a world of difference.

I recently had a conversation with my dear friend and fellow energy healer, Sami Longo-Disse of the Samadhi Research Institute, who knows a lot about grief. In addition to experiencing loss of her own, Sami spent many years as a funeral director and teaches grief recovery. I’d like to share with you Sami’s wise words about keeping the connection with our loved ones alive. (Note: Please excuse the background noise-I grabbed my iPhone to record what Sami was saying but gave no thought to everyone happily chattering around us! So, just pretend you’re sitting with the group enjoying the fantastic food and company at Miraval!)

Samadhi (Sami) Longo-Disse

Samadhi (Sami) Longo-Disse


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A Walk in the Park

Central Park in Bloom

Central Park in Bloom

It’s a funny thing how sometimes we inspire ourselves! I published a post yesterday called Creativity in Bloom, and all morning, that little voice was whispering to me to heed my own advice. It was a picture-perfect spring day here in NYC, and I had an Ayurvedic consultation scheduled at 4:00 pm Uptown, so I spur-of-the-moment decided to grab my camera and head to Central Park. I figured I could spend a couple of hours there before my appointment.

Just days before, I had received a Spring Bloom Guide from the Central Park Conservancy in the mail, mapping out the best spots in the Park to see the blossoming trees. I started near the Metropolitan Museum of Art and barely made it past a group of ancient Kwanzan Cherry trees that were so pregnant with blossoms they were sweeping the ground. One of these beautiful trees used to grace the home where I lived in Michigan. I spent almost an hour photographing them, talking to them, taking in their magnificent beauty.

Kwanzan Cherry Tree

Kwanzan Cherry Tree

I left my iPod in my pocket so I could truly be in the moment. There was the occasional conversation from people walking by, but for the most part, there was blissful silence except for the sounds of nature. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I was taking pictures and drinking the beauty in. I made a mental note of how I love to see things abstractly when I look through the lens of a camera. Even as a young artist, I was always drawn to abstraction. Although I had my good camera with me, I love what some of the iPhone apps can do!

Cherry Tree

Kwanzan Cherry

Crab Apple Tree

Crab Apple Tree

I know that many people think that New Yorkers take full advantage of the wonders here in the city. But the truth is that a lot of us spend far too much time in our own neighborhoods. I am certainly guilty of that. I’m a Downtown girl and when I venture above 14th Street it sometimes feels like I’m in another world. Yesterday was one of those days I was grateful that I made the very small effort it took for me to get to the Park.

Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir

Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir

Time was ticking, so I made the decision to walk all the way across the park to the West Side where my appointment was. I get terribly lost in the park, but I had my map and set out on my adventure. Boy, was I rewarded! I stumbled upon the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir which I had never seen. I decided to follow along the path, pretty sure that it would take me where I needed to go. As I was walking along, I peered down to the little embankment at the water’s edge and guess what I saw? Turtles! Dozens of them, sunning themselves on the rocks and swimming in the water. There were big ones and little ones. Families of my beloved turtles. And then I saw two GIGANTIC bullfrogs!

Turtles!

Turtles!

And a gigantic bullfrog!

And a gigantic bullfrog!

People walking by saw my visible excitement and were equally in awe. A runner stopped and said that he had never seen turtles there before! What a gift I was given for taking the time to get out in nature, be quiet and observe.

I had underestimated how far it was to my destination, but I miraculously arrived on time. As much of an Ayurveda-lover as I am, I had only had one consultation many years ago. I was aware that I was sounding like a bit of an Ayurveda know-it-all, and talking too much and too fast like a Vata, but the practitioner was very kind and seemed thrilled at my enthusiasm. She confirmed that my prakruti is Vata-Pitta and then she asked me something that almost knocked me off my chair. She had seen on my intake form that I am an artist. She asked me if I prefer making abstract art! I said “Yes! How did you know that?” She said that it’s a very Vata characteristic. It’s no wonder I love Ayurveda so much. It’s brilliant!

I hope you enjoy some of the photos I took yesterday. Better yet, I hope you can get out and take in Mother Nature’s beauty yourself!

Crab Apple Tree

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Creativity in Bloom

My favorite tissue paper-like flowers, the ranunculus.

Ranunculus – my favorite tissue paper-like flowers.

Most people think of the tulip as the poster flower of spring. But for me, it’s the ranunculus. The first time I laid eyes on this precious flower was not in a garden bed but at my corner market in New York City many years ago. When I saw the little tissue paper flowers it was love at first sight. People yearn to see a field of tulips or sunflowers but I dream of running through a valley filled with ranunculus one day.

I love this cheery flower (a relative of the buttercup) at every stage of its development-from the little rounded tight bulb sitting atop a sturdy bending stem, to a fully-opened masterpiece with layer-upon-layer of paper-thin petals in rich, vibrant colors. I have taken hundreds of photos of them this year. I can’t seem to stop. As I sit here writing this newsletter, a bunch of goldenrod yellow ranunculus sitting by my desk cheer me on.

I can’t help but compare these flowers to our own blossoming in the spring and the emergence of our creativity in all its glory. Ayurveda teaches that we are comprised of all the same elements as everything in nature. If we honor this truth and go with the flow, miraculous things will happen. Those ideas that were germinating while we were hibernating and resting over the winter will unfold just like the petals of the ranunculus.

Now is the time to take action. It could be that restaurant that you’ve wanted to open, the book you’ve been yearning to write, the non-profit you dream of starting, or simply the wall you want to paint a lovely new color…the list is endless. You don’t have to be a professional artist to claim the word creativity. We are all creative beings-it’s part of our true nature. But when we deny our creativity and keep it from flowering, our spirit will wither and die just as surely as a flower that has been denied sunshine and fresh soil.

Always be gentle with yourself in the process. Sometimes our dreams seem so grandiose that they overwhelm us and we never even get started. Rome wasn’t built in a day, as they say. Just begin. I watch my ranunculus take their time unfolding. Unlike some flowers whose petals seem to open and fall within days, if I nurture my tissue-paper flowers with fresh water every day, they often last for weeks.

PeachRanunculusI can physically feel creativity coursing through my body right now. If you stop, slow down and be quiet for a bit, I’ll bet you will too. It’s quite an amazing feeling. And although I love to hibernate, when the creative force comes alive in me, I am glad to once again be part of Mother Nature’s spring dance.

Here are a few sure-fire tips for tapping into your creativity:

  • Meditate every day. It’s in that quiet place of stillness that creativity comes alive. Here’s an easy way to learn.
  • Journal. Leave self-criticism out of it. Just write about whatever thoughts, dreams, regrets, etc. need releasing. It feels so good, and in the process, all kinds of fresh ideas will spill forth.
  • Take a walk in nature sans iPod or other distractions. It’s medicine for the soul and you will feel a rush of creativity if you open yourself up to it.
  • Do what you love-on a daily basis, if possible-but weekly, at the very least. It will inspire you.
  • Spend quality time alone with yourself. This is an easy one for people like myself who actually enjoy solitude. But for many, it’s challenging. Trust me, in terms of creativity, it’s critical.

Not heeding the spring call to create can do more than leave you uninspired. It can leave you sick…literally. The body knows what the soul needs and trust me, it will let you know when there is a lack of attention to creativity. As is usually the case when I write a newsletter or blog post, I’m often writing to myself, figuring something out or reflecting on my life, and hoping that my own experiences will benefit my readers. This is certainly the case here-I have spent way too many extended periods in the figurative desert of creativity. I have ended up sick in body, mind and spirit from not nurturing the artist in me. It is such a lifeless place to be that I don’t wish it on anyone. So, I hope you will heed the spring call to create and share with the world your own precious, unique gifts.

Much love,
Barbara

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My Love Affair With Nature

How I Go to the Woods

“Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.” – Mary Oliver

Berkshire Mountains

Bash Bish Falls, Western Massachusetts

I’m falling in love again…with Nature. It’s easy to do this as a child, of course. Wonderment and childhood go hand in hand. But to do this later in life, well, there’s a special something that happens. That wonderment has a maturity and childlike quality that together feed the soul like nothing else.

I’ve never lived anywhere immersed in full-on nature. I grew up in a residential area of Detroit before moving to the concrete jungle of NYC. People wonder how I can live here and be such a lover of nature.

But we New Yorkers fiercely treasure our parks. Just look out of the airplane window when you fly over the city and you will be amazed at how massive Central Park is in relation to all of the buildings surrounding it. I live in downtown Manhattan and just a 10 minute walk gets me to the Hudson River where there are miles and miles of green space. It is my refuge, just as the park at the end of my street in Detroit was my refuge growing up. I would ride my bike to the corner and hide in a little patch of trees (more like shrubs!) on the edge of a huge park pretending I was in a forest.

Hudson River Park

Hudson River Park

Now I ride my trusty bike to a semi-secluded tree-lined spot along the river where I can rest and dream and write. It’s where I go when I need to clear my head and ground myself, retreating from the noise and hustle and bustle of the city. It’s where I went when my partner Ralph died. We biked that path together hundreds of times. I spread some of his ashes by the boulders where I like to sit and I always feel his comforting presence when I am there.

A couple of years ago I kept saying to people, “Do you notice how different the clouds look these days?” I thought for sure it was global-warming related. But in reality, it was just me really looking, seeing them as if for the first time with the innocent eyes of a child. I can’t take my eyes off of them now and that can be a problem when you’re walking around a busy city like New York. Other people have their eyes on their cellphones, but mine are usually turned up at the clouds these days. They take my breath away sometimes and I can feel my spirit soar in their presence. My friend, Katie, swears that, left to my own devices, I would sit on a rock and stare at the clouds all day. She knows me too well.

Clouds

I just returned from a week spent in the Sonoran desert at the foothills of the Santa Catalina Mountains. It was my fourth trip there in less than a year, and in a million years I never thought I would travel there, let alone fall in love with the unique beauty of the desert. But my energy healing teacher, Deborah King, has settled there herself, doing private sessions and gathering her students for her experiential workshops. It has been another incredibly serendipitous gift that I have been given later in my life.

Foothills of Santa Catalina Mountains

Foothills of the Santa Catalina Mountains

Deborah has written a wonderful article called “Connecting With Your Earth Star”. Take a moment to read it and learn how to ground yourself and connect with our Mother Earth. Doing the exercise somewhere surrounded by nature will make the experience even more special.

From the time I was a child and as I became an artist, I was always drawn to abstraction. I would seek out the least representational art in the museums and stare at the lines and shapes scratched into stone and wood by the Native Americans and the Egyptians. Even though there was often imagery involved, it had a childlike quality that has always appealed to me.

Cactus Close-Up

Cactus Close-Up

As I walked about the desert last week with my camera always handy, I became aware of the abstract beauty of so much of what I was seeing. I saw paintings in nature wherever I looked. I felt a rush of long-dormant creative energy flowing through me and my soul was singing in gratitude for taking notice of all the beauty surrounding me.

Seeing me with my camera, a man passing by pointed out a large rock with holes ground into it down in the ravine below. He told me that it was a grinding hole used by the Hohokam Indians hundreds of years ago to grind mesquite beans into flour. He pointed out the smaller holes and said that those were where the little children would help their mother. I was so excited you would have thought I had just stumbled upon King Tut’s tomb!

Hohokam Indian Grinding Stone

Hohokam Indian Grinding Stone

Speaking of art, last February at one of Deborah’s workshops, I had the thrill of meeting award-winning  director, producer and cinematographer, Louie Schwartzberg. Perhaps you’ve seen his heart-opening short film called “Gratitude” floating around the internet. Louie’s profound love of nature is evident. He has been filming time-lapsed photography of flowers nonstop 24 hours a day, seven days a week for over 35 years! His latest film is called “Wings of Life”. Narrated by Meryl Streep, “Wings of Life” tells the story of pollination and how our very survival depends on it.

As we watched some short segments of the film, I found myself holding my breath, so taken was I by what I was witnessing. I glanced at the filmmaker and saw a look of awe and wonderment (there’s that word again) on Louie’s face while watching his own film. You could see the deep love this man has for Mother Nature and his determination to do his part to help save her from destruction. He has given us a gift through his creativity and passion. Here’s a short clip from “Wings of Nature” but I encourage you to buy the film and show it everyone you can – especially your children. They will have a new reverence and respect for the flowers, the bees, the butterflies and the birds.

Today is Earth Day. I hope we can all start to look at our precious planet with new eyes and a determined spirit to make right what we have so egregiously wronged. Our Mother Earth has selflessly nurtured us for over 200,000 years. I think it’s time we started giving back.

Much love,
Barbara

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