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Joy pockets #4

It’s been a while since I’ve shared with you my joy pockets (thanks to Holistic Mama for the inspiration).

5 senses tour

A big week:

  • Moses’ first day of grade 1! !
  • Moses is doing well physically and emotionally. :-)

A picture of health!

  • Doing yoga again in my healing room.
  • Received an amazing healing and restoring massage  from my dear friend, Cheryl. My intention was for ease and grace in my body and life.
  • Shared a shamanic healing session, and plans for more during this coming week.
  • A hike with dear friends along Torbay Point.

A pic from last weekend at Middle Cove Beach

  • More breathing space at work.
  • Date night with DH  — the most amazing pizza at Piatto (yum, yum!)
  • Impromptu visit at a friend’s house.
  • Play dates at the park.
  • Making plans for our upcoming trip to Phoenix (I’m presenting a talk at an international conference!) at the end of September.
  • Making plans for our upcoming trip to Sedona! DH and I are taking a mini-vacation!
  • Making plans to take a Dying and Living Consciously workshop in November in Gros Morne.
  • Making plans to co-facilitate a Despacho Ceremony for healing the feminine next weekend.
  • A new painting “Precious Moments” by my friend, Dominique Hurley, has made a home in my healing room. Precious Moments is a beautiful painting of Buddha, and joins two other Dominique Hurley paintings in my healing room: Balance and Lakshmi.

September feels like a full month!!!!

Joy pockets #3

My boy’s still in the hospital, and I feel that I want to focus on the blessings. I’m joining in on Holistic Mama’s  joy pockets this week.

joy pockets

Support, Connection and Love

  • Friends and family visiting;
  • Moses’ grammie is sick too, so hasn’t been able to visit, but has been making sure that we have home-cooked meals to eat;
  • An outpouring of calls, emails and FB messages from friends and family far and near;
  • A loving call from an auntie, who I haven’t heard from in years;
  • Dear friends bringing us dinner from The Sprout to our hospital room last night;
  • Moses’ Kindergarten class sent a get well card and pictures from his classmates now decorate his hospital room;
  • Tons of care packages for Moses to brighten his day;
  • Calls from his Heilkunstler and amazing support from her;
  • Some amazing nurses;
  • DH and I sharing cuddles in the hospital room before one of us heads home for the night;
  • My employer being amazingly supportive during this time, so I am free to take this time off of work and focus on my boy;
  • Cuddles with my boy; and
  • “I love you, mom”.

Healing

  • Moses’ IgE levels have decreased yet again to 16,612 IU/mL (down from 22,311IU/mL just a month ago) — this is a true miracle, my friends — and, I think a sign that underneath the symptoms, his overall body is getting stronger and more well. In his Heilkunstler’s opinion, Moses’ body is getting stronger, which is why it was able to create such a large healing reaction in the form of pneumonia.
  • Comfort food;
  • Laughter; and
  • Daytime naps.

Please continue to pray with us, my friends, envisioning Moses’ strong body, continuing to do its thing. Continuing to heal.

November 24, 2011 – Thanksgiving Day in the U.S. (I’m in Canada, but was born in the U.S.) and I have a lot to be thankful for. My boy is home. Hemoglobin levels are normal (120), the highest it’s ever been. Lungs are clearing. He’s back to himself emotionally. Still recovering physically. But I’m so happy that my baby boy is home.

Original Medicine

Years ago, during one of my Core Connexion workshops with Eva Vigran (this one of the healing modalities in which I am trained to facilitate), she told us a story.

If you lived in one of the many African tribal cultures, and if you were feeling sick, lost or depressed, you would visit the local shaman.

And the shaman would ask you…

  • When was the last time you danced?
  • When was the last time you sang?
  • When was the last time you told a story?
  • When was the last time you sat alone in stillness?

I was reminded of this story during my time spent with the Peruvian shamans last weekend. One of the gifts that they cultivated was being able to heal through music. As their played the flute and sang prayers earnestly to Spirit, I felt my heart open and be healed.

I cried tears of joy while listening to their beautiful music, intimate and beautiful prayers and tributes to Spirit and to nature.

So simple.

A reminder of how simple it can be.

I  feel that as a society, we have lost touch with our creative sides. We don’t dance because “I can’t dance”. We don’t sing because “I can’t sing”. We don’t make music because “I am not a musician”. We don’t tell stories anymore. We don’t sit in silence. We leave it to the musicians and artists to create, and for the most part, we remain disconnected and locked in our left-brained society.

But…  If we can remember and reclaim our creative sides, our intuitive sides and we can give these parts of ourselves expression, we can heal ourselves. It is through expression of our creative sides that we connect with the divine.

And we are remembering.

Our children help us to remember. Because they dance, sing and tell stories. Everyday, they dance!  Everyday, they sing. Everyday, they tell stories. Our children are in constant connection with the divine through their imagination and their passion. This is how Spirit speaks to us.

Our family loves music

In our family, we very much value music. DH actually is a musician, but when we were going through our difficult times, he stopped playing music. He didn’t have it in him to play. Little did he know that if he had played music, it might have been his lifeline through the challenging times. But…  he is playing again. And this very week, a day after I returned from my time with the shamans, he bought a bass, which is HIS instrument. DH was meant to play bass.

All three of us love to sing. I’m not the best singer, but I love to sing. DH sometimes makes light-hearted fun of my off-key singing, but I sing anyway. I love to sing. When I was growing up, my family didn’t sing. I remember going on a roadtrip with a friend’s family. They were a singing family. They all sang to the songs on the radio, and I remember thinking to myself — when I grow up, I want to have a singing family. And now I do!

We all love to dance. When I first met DH, I told him that I was a dancer. Because I am a dancer. I feel that we are all dancers! I am not a classically trained dancer, but my body LOVES to dance. My body was meant to dance, stretch and move. DH told me shyly that he doesn’t dance, which I didn’t buy (since I believe that we are all dancers), and I happily found out later that given the right circumstances, he can be a dancer. And now, in our house, we dance, sing and make music.

While we are making dinner, we often make songs about our day. Silly songs. Songs that are sometimes sang off-key. But we do it anyway.

And we dance and we move and we wiggle our hips as we set the table.

Moses is an amazing dancer! Does that boy have rhythm!

When Moses is sad and upset, we sing him songs. We retell the story of why he is upset in a song, giving verbal acknowledgment of what is going on for him emotionally, and also acknowledging our perspectives as well. We blend all three of our stories into one story, into one song. If he is really upset, he asks us to sing it again and again and again and again until he feels that he has fully expressed has sadness, sorrow and upset and been heard.

Moses has started a new bedtime ritual during which we “play the drums” and make up a song. Sometimes his blankie and stuffed animals join in as well.

Let us create together

All this to say, I think it’s a great idea to dance and sing and tell stories and sit alone in silence. Everyday. As an integrated part of our lives. We don’t need to leave the creating to the musicians and the artists. It’s up to us to bring the music and the song back into our lives.

And if you want to create music with members of your community, you can join a drumming circle, an ecstatic dance circle, or singing circle. I had a beautiful and heart-opening experience at a kirtan (devotional song) led by Amy Thiessen on Thursday. Or even start one up in your community.

How about you?  When was the last time you danced? When was the last time you sang? When was the last time you told a story? When was the last time you sat alone in stillness?

Special wishes

A. started his own bedtime ritual — “making special wishes”. He asks us what our special wish is, and he responds with his special wish.

I have to admit that often my husband and I aren’t very imaginative with our special wishes. (We normally wish that A. will have a great sleep and wonderful dreams).  A.’s wishes range from being a crow to staying up later to playing with his cars. Tonight’s was to tickle his daddy.

His grandma has been visiting for the last week.  They shared special wishes one night and A.’s special wish was for “Grammie Rosie to stay”.  She certainly will be missed by us all.

Mother’s day gift

When I was opening up my mother’s day card from my son, which had his little scribbles all over it, he excitedly took the card away from me and “read” it to me:

“Dear God, please bless my mom”.

He then opened up my husband’s card to me and “read”:

“Dear God, please bless my mom again. In the whole wide world. The end.”

I had a bit of a stressful day today and he asked me, “You’re feeling sad?….    I know, I’ll give you cuddles”.  And he ran to grab his blankie and ran back to me to give me the biggest cuddles in the world.

Happy Mother’s Day to you and all of the mommas in the whole wide world.

“It’s a beautiful day”

Since my earlier posts were focussed on the challenges of raising a sensitive child, my more recent posts have been about the joys.

Almost everyday, my son tells me “it’s a bee-wut-ee-full day”.   On cloudy days, on sunny days, on windy days.  It’s almost always a beautiful day.

Lots of wisdom in that.

And on days that I’m stressing about this or that, it’s always a great reminder when he tells me “it’s a beautiful day”.  And, of course, regardless of what’s going on, I have to agree with him that it is.

The joys of a sensitive child

This was written when my boy was almost three.

Joys of raising a sensitive child (at least my sensitive child)  include: lots of hugs, lots of love, lots of touch, lots of cuddles.

My son is intuitive.  He understands.  He knows.  He feels.  He’s smart. He’s funny. He loves to dance. He loves to make you laugh. He loves to joke around. He loves to make music. He loves to paint, draw, and play with play-dough. He loves to sing.

He’s friendly. He says hi to everyone on the street. He “shakes hands” with the trees and the bushes.

He’s empathetic. He wants everyone to get along. He hates arguments.  If we have one, he wants to cuddle as soon as possible. He wants to make it better.

He doesn’t like garbage on the street. He doesn’t like a lot of noise.

He likes consistency.

He likes nature.  He loves animals.

What are the joys of your sensitive child?

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