Weeping for That Which has Been Your Delight

A fog has enveloped my soul, a mist of weariness, grief and letting go. Waking to the fog covering the city of Calgary this morning, was a reflection of how I have felt for the past ten days.  It wasn’t until yesterday that I fully allowed these emotions to transpire into release, and acceptance.

I didn’t feel like writing, no desire to do anything other than try and find some peace in solitude. I should be doing this, I should be doing that. Here I go again, with shoulding on myself.  So Days 22-25 of my 100 day challenge are encompassed in this post – not feeling like creating the little image I usually do, who says I must do that anyway.

 

I  found myself grieving.  Not so long ago my life was full of events, networking, coaching, advocating and connecting.  Always around people, be it in person or online via Facebook and Twitter.  A world that I was engulfed in like a fog, where I felt a sense of importance, purpose and feeling that I was making a difference.   As I have allowed this fog to lift and step into a world that is foreign to me, I feel a sense of loss.  The foreign world is staying close to home, taking care of me – which is not my strongest suit, focusing on being a Mom, and spending less time online.  The loss and weeping is for that which has been my delight for many years.  On Sunday evening we spent some time with cherished friends around a camp fire, a spontaneous evening of good company and good food.  As I sat with my girlfriend I asked her “Do you ever feel like you have given up your dreams to be a Mom?”  Tears welled in her eyes and in that moment I knew, she gets me, and that I was not alone.

 

My Beautiful Fluorite, Calcite, Amethyst and Smoky Quartz Water Fountain

On Tuesday I spent a beautiful day with Susanne and Shelley at Vitality Crystals and Fountains.  Even with this I felt guilt that I should be doing something else.  Preparing to create my water fountain I found myself drawn to fluorite and calcite, two gemstones that I have rarely given a second glance to.  The healing properties of these were exactly what I needed:
Fluorite – Is known to help find truth that has been hidden.  It brings strength and protection while dealing with change and transition.
Calcite –  Assists in the challenges associated with change. Orange calcite (which I was particularly drawn to), can bring relief from emotional fear and can be used in cases of mental breakdown, depression, or suicidal feelings.

 

On the drive to and from Bowden I shared my feelings with Sus, she did what she always does, looks for signs and deeper meaning in nature and all that surrounds us.   She read to me my 2 Year Numerology Cycle, and as I listened I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, as it all was so true.  It was grounded even further as last night, I had the pleasure of witnessing my friend Vikki MacKinnon celebrate the launch of her book Please Take A Number at Self Connection Books.  Vikki gave everyone the gift of discovering their personal year, as she shared the 2 Year, I glanced over at Susanne, both of us giggling at the synchronicity of the messages screaming at me, that I am slowly but surely listening to and acting on:

Proactive Choices for Your 2 Personal Year (as shared in Please Take A Number)

Spend quality time with your significant other.

Resolve any existing conflict and strengthen your relationships, just as the spider strengthens and repairs each strand in her web.

Seek balance in all areas of your life, including physical activity and rest, work and play, time with others and time alone.

Establish personal boundaries, learn to say no, and do not become a doormat.

 

Interesting that this is unfolding in my life, and these are a mirror of the steps I am actually taking.  It’s okay to weep for that which brought me delight, for the loss of something that played a big role in my life.  In A Quiet Strong Voice I shared the anger, loss and resentment I felt after leaving my job in 2004.  It was Susanne who pointed this out to me and reminded me to allow myself time and space to grieve, to give myself permission to just go with the flow each day in a loving, gentle and playful way.

 

A beautiful reminder to rise, thank you Cecilia from Good Juju and Sue from Trying God’s Patience for sharing this.

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Being A Quiet Strong Voice – Week 3 Celebration

 

Being A Quiet Strong Voice

A Quiet Strong Voice came to me in 2004 after I made the third attempt on my life.  What I see even more so now, than ever before is that I AM the quiet strong voice.

“After the attempts on my life, I surrendered and accepted the severity of my illness, and that is when I hear A Quiet Strong Voice.  When negative thoughts echoed in my head, filling me with doubt and fear, the voice would come to me with a peaceful, calm strength that helped me overcome many dark episodes.” an excerpt from A Quiet Strong Voice.

 

On Friday I spoke at the Moving Forward with Suicide Prevention in Alberta Conference: Strengthening Protective Factors and Instilling Hop. What I loved most about the day, that the 200 people in attendance received and was witness to, was a coming together – no matter what race, what gender, what sexual orientation and who they were.  Lifted by the beauty of native traditions of prayer and song, it truly was a gift to be part of.  After I spoke in the afternoon, I was gifted with many heart warming hugs, what touched my heart deeply was two hand written letters given to me by two youth, as well as a sweet young 12 year old girl who came up to me and said “You taught me to never give up and there is always hope.”  To have Casey Eaglespeaker dedicate a prayer to me at the end was beyond touching, something I will cherish for a long time to come.

 

I believe it’s important for everyone to feel seen, heard and loved.  I was given permission from one of the girls to share the poem she wrote me, as I believe it is a message for all of us to receive and live by.

 

I see you.  I hear you.  I love you.
You are an angel in your ways
You feel the pain of the earth
and you carry oh so many.

Remember your beauty
Remember your love
Remember your soul
your soul which is my soul
which is everyone’s soul.

We all come from some common creation
We can access the power and pain of all others
or deny the existence of life.

Your pain and power has enveloped my soul
I sense you across the room.
I share with you my arms.
I share with you my love.

 

Being FIERCE

On Saturday morning our family drove to Edmonton, I wanted to combine an event with family time.  As I went off to the FIERCE Nominees Choice Event, my family had fun swimming around at the Waterpark at West Edmonton Mall, I met up with them later and we had so much fun just hanging out, and staying in our Igloo room.

On her website You Are Fierce, Tamara Plan the founder and brilliant woman behind the FIERCE Awards she shares this:

Being FIERCE is about celebrating other women, inspiring and BEING inspired; it’s about being strong, trusting, positive, humble and confident.

Sitting with 60 other FIERCE women I was grateful for the friends in my life, some of whom were present with me.  Since I had won the Nominees Choice Award the year prior, I in no way expected that I would be gifted this honor a second year in a row.  I had just finished showing my friend Shelley Streit the above hand written note I received, and then my name was the third to be called out.

I took the letter with me and read it to everyone present.   Being FIERCE, living life authentically, being true to you – whatever you choose to call it – it is captured beautiful in this profound wisdom shared by Tamara – it all comes down to choice.

 

I am grateful for choosing to be a quiet strong voice, for choosing to walk away from much, yet walk towards even more.

 

What makes you FIERCE?

 

 

I am taking 100 Days to Reconnect with Lee for my mental and physical wellness.
If you are in crisis please visit www.Befrienders.org for 24 hour Crisis Line listings across the world
or click HERE for Mental Health Resources.
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Nurturing and Rest – Day 17

Nurturing and Rest

My mind is so conditioned to just do that I really had to make a conscious decision about just being.  To just allow my body the time to heal.

“It’s just a head cold, quit being a baby!” I thought to myself.

Thanks to Neil, whom when I asked “should I go to hot yoga.” he replied “No sweetie, go back to bed, rest, give yourself time to get better.”  I knew that was what I had to do, although little nagging voices were there.

“I should be cleaning the kitchen, putting away the growing pile of laundry.  I have to go get my passport photo, what about my lunch plans,” and the thoughts kept filling my head.

“NO, go back to sleep, rest.” and that I did.  I went back to bed and slept till noon.  When I woke, and looked at the time 11.42 a.m., my initial thought was guilt.  I got up quickly looked at the pile of laundry, came downstairs saw the messy kitchen.  I began to clean the kitchen, and then I stopped.  Went upstairs ran a hot bath and added eucalyptus and tea tree oil, laying in the bath reading I finally just let go of the wanting to do, and focused on nurturing my body and giving myself permission to rest.

 

After a nourishing chicken noodle soup, pineapple green tea and lots of water, I felt a little clearer.  ”Great I’m feeling a little better, now I can tackle the to dos.” a common process for me in so many ways – even in my depression I would feel a little better and push myself and end up going backwards.  Fear and doubt crept in, as I recall each time I have started a commitment to my health a sickness or injury has stalled or put a stop to the healthy patterns I created.  So I literally forced myself to sit on the couch with my furry blanket and rested for the rest of the afternoon.

 

How often in life, do we as a society put external needs, wants and to dos ahead of our body, our soul, and our health?  It is no one else’s responsibility, it is our own to take accountability and be prepared to put ourselves first – to nurture, nourish and rest our body, mind and soul.

 

What are ways that you nurture your mind, body and soul?

 

I am taking 100 Days to Reconnect with Lee for my mental and physical wellness.
If you are in crisis please visit www.Befrienders.org for 24 hour Crisis Line listings across the world
or click HERE for Mental Health Resources.
Click here for free tools and resources.

 

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Never Give Up

 

Over the past three weeks I have had the pleasure to teach my daughters grade 7 Volleyball team.  Teaching them the basics has been so much fun – the girls are eager to learn, conscientious, attentive, fun and spirited. Yesterday we had our first games, a double header – back to back games for girls who have never played before.

 

My goal as a coach is to create an environment of fun, positivity and teamwork.  I can gift these girls with my experience and knowledge, yet it is up to them to receive these gifts, learn and apply them.  This is exactly what they have done. Our first game the girls won quite easily, at this point it’s pretty much a serving game – knowing this I put a lot of emphasis in training for serving.  To see the girls excitement and quite frankly, it looked like a bit of surprise too – that they actually won filled my heart with excitement and pride.

 

The second game was against a large, professional looking team.  They had 12 players to our 7, and their coach had obviously taught them a lot more strategy.  I felt intimidated, “have I not been teaching the girls enough?,” “should I have been focusing more time on strategy and game playing?”  Doubts filled my heart, and a sense of failure.  I could also see and feel the girls hearts drop, and their excitement on the court fade as they were beaten quite convincingly in the first set.  I let go of my fears, and gave myself fully to the girls in the break between sets – letting go of the outcome and believing in their spirit.  The second set started similar to the first, yet there was something in the girls eyes.  They weren’t ready to give up.

 

What I witnessed before me was a group of young girls – 12 and 13 year olds, rise above and not give up.  Their heart and soul was in the game, they gave there very best – and at the same time celebrated and had fun.  I witnessed the courage of our youngest player, who offered to come up from grade 6 – she has yet to have a practice game and has never played before.  Each serve she did didn’t make it very far, every time a ball came to her she struggled to bump (dig in my days) it.  Yet in this, what I witnessed was courage, determination and a beautiful attitude of resilience.  I also saw the girls welcoming her with wide open arms, helping her and including her.  Another girl on the team, who has been challenged with learning serving, would walk to the back of the court with doubt, and each time she would serve it into the net.  Between sets I helped her with some techniques, and afterwards she kept going, improving each time.  I witnessed her step through her perceived failure and saw her rise above each time, not giving up.  I also saw the girls supporting each other, cheering each other on.

 

The girls won a very close second set, jumping up in the air in disbelief and surprise. I gave an excited and proud high five to every single girl – acknowledging them and celebrating their courage, determination and I even said to them – “You know why girls?  Heart, soul, teamwork and fun.”   Their spirits were lifted, belief in themselves set in. I believed too.  They went on to win the third set and the game – my daughter serving the winning serve.

“Did we win the game?” they asked, a moment of wonder.

“Yes girls, you did.  You won more than that – you won the award for not giving up.”

 

When have you felt like giving up, yet you stepped through that moment with heart and soul?
Remember that moment: see it, feel it, hear it, touch it and taste it.
Now feel it in your heart what you did to step through – you can choose to do that at any time.

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Letting Go and Grieving – Day 15

 

Letting Go and Grieving

He was part of our family for 17 years, my first child.  Has been through every move, been there as we welcomed each daughter to the world. Elmo my beloved 17 year old cat was given to me on Valentines Day in 1995 by Neil, he was already 5 months old. I remember the moment the front door to our apartment opened and in he walked, tentative and inquisitive.  My heart jumped for joy.  Disbelief set in, as Neil had never shown an interest in getting a family pet.

 

On Thursday night, Neil alerted me that he could not find Elmo.  He vanished, disappeared.  Given that he pretty much lazes in one spot and doesn’t move so quickly these days we were mystified at where he could be.  He rarely ventured outside, so even if a door was open – would he really have gone.  We arrived back from our camp trip on Sunday, I pulled apart closests, storage rooms – opening boxes and suitcases.  Still no sign of Elmo.  The reality is beginning to sink in.  His time here has come to a close, and he chose to leave on his terms, hopefully finding a spot to curl up and pass away peacefully, cats are known to do this.

 

It doesn’t make it any easier though, to not know, to not have any answers as my 13 and 9 year old daughters are left wondering, hoping, and distraught.  My youngest daughter easily shared her grief, my eldest daughter however I could see patterns that I too did when I was her age – don’t let anyone see me cry.  As I snuggled in to her on her bed and said “Sweetie, it’s okay to cry,” the tears and sobbing let loose.  Our family sat together on her bed, all of us crying.

 

It’s so important as parents, to allow our children to express emotion, to educate them about life and death.  The most painful lesson in this is the not knowing – yet in that is a teachable moment.  We truly never know if a loved one will come back from a drive to the corner store, if a friend will come back from a holiday, if your beloved dog escapes and never returns.  This is a lesson of being present with those we love, always leaving someone happier than we met, being kind and compassionate, loving and grateful.  You just never know when will be your last time together.  It’s also a lesson in letting go, surrendering to the unknown and accepting that we will not always have the answers.

 

Also the importance to remember that each person grieves differently.  My youngest daughter turned to creating, she sculpted a beautiful scene that speaks volumes.  Elmo curled under a tree, with a creek close by, and an angel cat – which looks like our Charlie, watching over him.  My eldest daughter retreated to her room and read, I have spent much time outside just crying – not wanting the girls to see the full range of my sadness and grief, as it upsets them even more.  My husband being the ever-loving and supportive rock, there to hold and cuddle each of us as he fights back tears himself.  Grief is an individual process – how we grieve, how long we grieve and the coping mechanisms we use to step through.

 

I am so grateful to friends and family who have shared their condolences and love on Facebook.  To my dear friend Susanne Alexander-Heaton for sharing this beautiful poem:

The Rainbow Bridge
Author Unknown

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…

 

What do you need to let go of, realizing you may not receive an answer?

 

I am taking 100 Days to Reconnect with Lee for my mental and physical wellness.
If you are in crisis please visit www.Befrienders.org for 24 hour Crisis Line listings across the world
or click HERE for Mental Health Resources.
Click here for free tools and resources.

 

 

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