Healer, Heal Thyself


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The Toughest One to Heal is Self.

I’ve been helping people heal and find balance for many years and my first difficult person to heal has arrived. ME! My biggest struggle is with the concept of how to heal SELF – how to dedicate 30 percent of my day toward my own self-care. It isn’t about making the time actually, it is how do I go about caring for my mind, my emotions, my body, and my soul when I’m so used to focusing on helping others do that.  Healing self demands a mind shift.

We are each a living system full of complex interactions of energy and information exchanges within our environment. When healers help others heal, they don’t focus on the 2+million stories individuals have in their heads, their painful memories, addictive tendencies, or even the wounded heart they are protecting. There is never judgement as we help others heal. We healers simply heal from a heart full of compassion.

Humans tend to be experts at judging self in a very harsh manner. This example of healers having difficulty in healing themselves is no exception. Many of us do not devote enough time to healing self simply because we have not practiced it nearly as much as we have practiced healing others. Are we afraid to heal because we might lose our identity of being a healer?  Healing takes hard work and courage. Are we afraid of failure? The pain inside us? Does the ego of the healer suffer when they discover they need healing? I think the answer is simple. We believe our needs comes last. In truth, we must come first to be able to heal others.

To all you healers out there, it’s time to heal self.

Dr. Deb

Bullied . . .


Never be bullied into silence.  Never allow yourself to be made a victim.  Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself.

Been there, done that, never again.

Kicking Ash


 

40977210_sIt has been said that “firewood is not the fire”.

Let’s think that through for a moment. Assuming this example is correct, firewood is the “fuel” to fire’s needs. Firewood would still be firewood without the fire and remains so until fire uses it. When fire uses the firewood to fuel itself, it morphs the firewood into ash. The fire actually changes the shape, look and feel of the firewood by destroying its previous existence as simple firewood. Interesting.

Let’s apply that to a second example, “anger is not violence”.  Anger is the fuel violence needs. Anger would still be anger without violence, it remains the same until violence uses it. When violence seeks out and uses anger to fuel its violence, as with fire and firewood, violence changes the shape and look of anger by intensifying it to the level of abusive and harmful proportions unlike its previous existence as simple anger. Anger has now become buddies with violence. Violent anger spreads like wildfire – leaving only ashes. Interesting.

And true.  As I was recovering from the abuse of my past, I was left with the metaphor of “ashes”.  What do I do with these ashes?  Study them, move them around, try to make sense of the patterns within the ash?

Eventually I decided to just kick the ash out of my life.

 

A Wish for You


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We are all like a snowflake,

so different in many ways.

Celebrate your uniqueness,

share the love in your heart.

Not just at Christmas,

But every day.

As you breathe, live, love, and play.

Happy holidays everyone!!!

Debbie

Hero Flow


Nature ever flows, stands never still.  Motion or change is her mode of existence. The poetic eye sees in Man the Brother of the River and in Woman the Sister of the River. Their life is always transition.

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Hard blockheads only drive nails all the time; forever . . . fixing.

Heroes do not fix, but rather they flow, bend forward and invent a resource for every moment.

Debs

Magical Fairydipity


Most of us have been taught “the unexpected must be expected” – more than likely at a very young age.  A particularly pleasant “lesson form” would be a fairy tale.  The word “serendipity” immediately came to mind and for a bit I was swept into the powerful magical impact fairy tales crammed full of amusing adventures seemingly have on each of us.   Fairy tales are definitely the imaginative playground of the mind – a form of entertainment that mirrors and teaches many life lessons.

53926978_sWord Origin and History for “Serendipity” (dictionary.com)

Year:  1754 (but rare before 20c.)

“Coined by Horace Walpole (1717-92) in letter to Horace Mann (dated Jan. 28); he said he formed it from the Persian fairy tale “The Three Princes of Serendip,” whose heroes “were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things they were not in quest of.” The name is from Serendip, an old name for Ceylon(modern Sri Lanka), from Arabic Sarandib, from Sanskrit Simhaladvipa “Dwelling-Place-of-Lions Island.”

I propose that all humanity needs to get lost in fairy tales, fully engage in the serendipity, and earn advanced degrees in Fairydipity.

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Just think, we’d look silly, sound silly, feel silly, and do amazing things way beyond the boundaries our “logical” mind would ever let us do. We would have fun. We would heal the soul a bit. We would create happy days, happy moments, happy relationships, happy connections.

You up for it? If you have children in your life, start reading fairy tales with them. Then start reading and creating fairy tales for yourself.  Let your imagination run wild. 

It will work. Thirty years ago, who would have imagined I could write this and have it whirl around the entire globe within seconds. Gotcha! There’s your proof  – magical thinking works.  

Debs

Staring into Space


What do you see when you begin to stare at something and are unknowingly pulled into a realm full of thick stillness and mindlessness? Does it look back at you? Does it scare you?  Talk to you?  Heal you?

Maybe this happens as you stare into space, or casually glance at the face of a stranger, a loved one, a hated one, or even when you create an elaborate dream that you know may never come true.  What do you see?

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You can see everything from that nowhere place.  All potentials and possibilities.

You see the Riddles of Life as they dance across your vision.

That’s my way of “looking” at life – I take delight in every glimpse, every sigh, every breath.  Maybe, just maybe, I’m really staring into the space of me.

Silent Words


I long for a language of love and simple truths; where wrong words don’t exist.

I long to begin a silent conversation with effortless words that find the person they were spoken for; on the tail of swirling breezes from a windless dream.

I long for a time when words can be shared universally without hesitation and fear of judgement; honoring all beliefs.

I long for a time to pause at the edge of a midnight forest; breathing in the soft sweetness of the night.

I long for wildness wherever it lives – to free my longings and dance with abandonment.

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Unraveling


The beginning has begun,

the raveled is unraveling.

My portal of innocence,

is filled with childish awe.

I embrace my primitive nature,

to be my wisest guide.

And begin my dance with life anew,

unraveled, innocent, and free.

As Me.

Debs