MY WORK ... MY PASSION
• Certified Transpersonal Hypnotherapist ; Past experiences: Dream Analysis /10 Years Experience •Psychotherapist / Use of Gestalt, Jungian, Zen, Reality and Energy Therapies /10 Years Experience •EMDR • Men and Their Journey: the neuroscience of the male brain, and the implications in sexuality, education and relationship • Women: Their Transformation and Empowerment • ATOD (Alcohol, Tobacco and Other Drugs) / 21 years experience •Ordained Interfaith Minister & Official Celebrant • Social Justice Advocate • Child and Human Rights Advocate • Spiritual Guide and Intuitive • Certified Reiki Practitioner • Mediation / Conflict Resolution • “Intentional Love” Parenting Strategy Groups • Parenting Workshops • Coaching for parents of Indigo, Crystal, and Rainbow Children • International Training: Israel & England • Critical Incident Stress Debriefing • Post-911 and Post-Katrina volunteer
MSW - UNC Chapel Hill
BSW - UNC Greensboro
"An Unending Love"
This blog and video is devoted and dedicated to my daughter, my grand daughters, and my grand son. They are hearts of my heart. Our connection through many lives..... is utterly infinite.
"ONLY LOVE PREVAILS" ...."I've loved you for a thousand years; I'll love you for a thousand more....."
The degree of our enlightenment is the degree of passion that we will have for the whole world." ~The Greystone Mandala
~The best argument against democracy is a five-minute conversation with the average voter.
In “Conversations with God”, by Neale Donald Walsch, there is a warning I think of. I refer to it as the Atlantis passage, and I've quoted it a few times before." As I have said, this isn't the first time your civilization has been at this brink,"
God tells Walsch. "I want to repeat this, because it is vital that you hear this. Once before on your planet, the technology you developed was far greater than your ability to use it responsibly. You are approaching the same point in human history again. It is vitally important that you understand this. Your present technology is threatening to outstrip your ability to use it wisely. Your society is on the verge of becoming a product of your technology rather than your technology being a product of your society. When a society becomes a product of its own technology, it destroys itself."
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Monday, September 18, 2017
Last night as I was falling asleep, I heard this song on the radio. It catapulted me into my past, and that of my precious daughter. As I wrote on the 15th, I knew I had the beginnings of a child who showed compassion, passion to make the world better, and urgings to see people as "one".
This was especially poignant when she was almost 7. When she heard this song, she wanted me to write down the words for her. ("for next year, Mom, when I can read better"). Ha! She had them memorized in a day! And we sang it together for a couple of hours until she felt she knew them. She continued to talk about the song and its essence. She was getting it, I thought. Some of her remarks during that process moved me deeply. The values in the song had me loving it, too. To this day, my eyes haze over whenever I hear it.
So she came to me about a week after her "ordination" into junior "fund raising". "Mom", here is what I want to do, but you will have to help me on a big part of it." I listened hard, because she was indeed goal-focused when she wanted to be. (Math homework? Well, maybe not so much at times!)
"So, mom ... the children in Ethiopia are starving to death. I want to help them. I want to go to lots of homes, ... like, um, Trick 'n Treat on Halloween. I want you to carry my boombox, playing this song the whole time. And I will knock on doors and ask if they could give a little money to help them. But what shall I do to let them know I am not really keeping the money for myself?" ("Hmmmm, alert to scams, the parental side of me thought!)
So we took a day making up a flyer. We made sure that a bank was mentioned, as the place the money would rest until we could send it. (37 top artists collaborated ... a great piece!) It said that 20,000,000 copies of the song were sold, obviously winning the Grammy! It said that $63,000,000 was raised by this global venture, for the famine in Ethiopa. Thus, Live Aid was born, amassing numerous stars and performers. It was staged at Wembley in England and broadcast all over the world. Top flight!
I think every kid I knew was really "into" it. (She definitely thought that was cool, but the fact that Michael Jackson was a significant part of it, could not have made it even more worthy of her attention!) Nothing ... I mean NOTHING ... could get her to a TV faster than she when it would come on ... and if it was in the middle of dinner...well her dad and I just giggled and shook our heads about the smoke she left in her trail! Inside, I was joyful, as I saw these values being breathed in by her. (Kleenex!)
I was delighted with her "staging competency", and we set about for the big evening! We took the sheets to a copy machine, then went out for a milkshake after to celebrate her special event! She was so-o-o-o revved up! And really? So was I! Entering a kid's world sometimes is enormously joyful! Of all the stars, I'd be hard pressed to say which were my faves, but the energy coming forth (like Cyndi Lauper).Gotta say Stevie Wonder and Bruce "The Boss"
Springsteen knocked it clear out of the park with their segment! And it was poignant to see the whole Jackson family there. I could listen to it over and over! All of them ...transcendent!
Oops, one more detail she wanted ... a tiny copy of the United States flag, and that of Africa. She cut them out, and we pinned them to her teeshirt. What a beautiful sight! Huge brown-doe eyes, floor-sweeping lashes, and missing teeth! Well, I can't describe how proud I was of her. I put Kleenex in my pocket, because I knew I would really need it that night.
As we were walking out of the house, she told me her "game plan". From our street, you could look down on about 40-50 homes. It immediately became clear that she wanted to go to every single one of them. And this was the kid that sometimes rolled her eyes at a request to clear the table! I went back inside to change into sneakers!
The first home, at the top of her young crucible, was a neighbor two doors down. I stood outside, the boombox emanating the song. Her back and shoulders were so straight as she walked up the driveway, and you could just feel her zeal for this. She tripped on the man's step, but recuperated in a flash, avoiding a total face-plant, and was knocking on his door. (Mom's thought here: the strength and confidence of that diminutive fist knocking. How did we get to "here" so fast? Kleenex time! And we had barely started!)
When the neighbor answered, he looked irritated, perhaps interrupted. She stood quietly for a moment looking at him directly (awesome intuitive response, I thought!), and then started her little speech. Her little voice never wavered as she asked him for a little money to give to these children in Ethiopia. Almost before she finished, he cut her off with a grumpy, "NO!" For some odd reason, they continued to look at one another. Then, I heard my daughter say, "You don't have to give quarters, but if you have some pennies, they would be okay....." (Mother or not, this pitch would have surely gotten me!). So he dug around in his pants pockets, and finally came up with four pennies. When he handed those to her, she looked at the coins for a few seconds in her palm. Was she counting them? What next, I thought. She stuck out her hand to shake his, and said in the utmost innocent, gracious voice, "Thank you, sir. The children in Africa will eat better now." (Kleenex coming out again!)
When she got back to me, the man's door was closed, and I complimented her on the impressive way she had handled that whole thing. "Mom". she said. "he knows 4 pennies can't get much food. He'll think about that." And she skipped merrily on her way to the next home. For her, it was a highly successful "cold call" ... regardless.
At the end of the evening, she had amassed $32 and some cents. Her father had said we would match whatever she collected. You might have thought she had made a million dollars! In her world, she did. And when we went to the bank to prepare the check, her eyes shone brighter than any dime!
Listen to it! Put this on full-screen! It gives you goosebumps! A great piece!
Yup, Kleenex again!
(FYI - I wondered why everybody was using songsheets. Apparently there were numerous factors which made the taping session impossible for all of the artists to appear together. So, this date was the only one open. Thus, this final recording was done on one night. No one had even seen the words yet. After what is said to be a 9-hour session, this was their "final word"! All that makes this even more electrifying!)
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Sex is a hot topic, and no less so when you are a senior. I frustrate myself with the online articles which seemed to put sex into the category of having to use a cane when you f**k. I think it is the mindset you have. To explain....
Well, I was 14. My father was a physician and had his offices built onto the other end of our house. It was good for us kids, because if a patient was a "no-show", Dad would pop out and have some tea, and check on all of us. Plus, he did not have to include travel time into his schedule. We would earn extra money by helping him copy and mail out the statements (no computers then!), lick all the envelopes, clean his office rooms, and assorted other chores. One perk for me was that even in off times, we'd run into some of his patients...and chat for a couple of minutes. That was always nice.
At the end of the year, as we had graduated into some of the more complicated billing, we had the year-end wrap-up. (And wouldn't ya know that came during Christmas break!) The schedule was always the same. Dad would due all the tallies for the year contingent on his accountant. And we were called to gather round. Dad had no qualms whatsoever of explaining briefly his bottom lines. He would show us his gross earnings. Then, he showed us the list of his expenses. I always remember that his liability insurance was always staggering. He wanted us to be more frugal around the house. Stuff like that sticks.
I recall once when he and many others were asked to volunteer to give polio shots at the local high school. All the docs were generous with their time, and that went off without a hitch. There were about 50 docs who volunteered. Very sadly, one woman out of a couple thousand contracted polio. As a result, the liability insurances of all the doctors were clobbered, but all were accepting because her life was thrown into great difficulty. An ancillary message for me that season, was observing some of the docs wail like babies because of that. My Dad was always into the question, "What did you learn from that?" or "What did you observe?'
I remember, cleaning his office that day, and others, while he was out on house calls (remember those days of house calls?). I'd always look at the books which were so far over my head, I had no interest whatsoever. But then I noted a new one. It was a volume on sex (apart from missionary stuff!). Since soldiers were then coming home with all sorts of debilitating injuries, this was a major treatment issue for many of them.
Well, this 14-year-old was as wide-eyed as she could be. So, I read and read and read. And came back other times to continue reading. The best part was how the book normalized the desire, complexion and completion of sex.
There were so many ways to achieve sexual satisfaction, it was dizzying! In addition, at that age, I was merely playing with future ideas. But my eyes were opened for life! My then-young memory was struck with the way the book presented the information (complete with zillions of pictures!) in a very natural, accepting way. The message was "if two people are consensual, then it is okay". When I started on my sexual path later, and went into marriage, that was a good and remembered message. I have always seen sex as another language ... one never to be completely mastered, but one to always be studied, loved, and "spoken". Today, I feel the same. There are so many seniors that barely even dare to whisper about it. That's the women, and the men are compliant and they have their own conversations more privately. I lapse into my junior-high lingo, thinking that is just plain stupid!
This is one of the recent pieces I found that was positive. I posted it because I thought it was ludicrous to have a lot of negativity, in general, be the case. So, I know I will be looking into the topic more, e.g., bringing it up more in conversations. When you study to be a therapist, you are given some good ways to have fun with it! Teensy- weensy mind-benders ... you know. Right?
Also, get some different music...SO not kidding here. Some rap or rock, or African drumming can be incredibly rousing! Metal! Don't forget the rhythm of blues! While you might never play it in other circumstances, go for it ... bet you will fall into the cadences!!! Perhaps the only word from article below, and which is necessary for mountain top delight .... L-U-B-R-I-C-A-T-I-O-N!
This is a time of life to just have fun and realize just how passionate you really still are!
Nothing has really changed in a way, except the fierce successive contortions you could have at 25 are clearly just a bit slower now! Advantage: women's team! More is the same, than not.
So, Tally ho!!!!!!
Challenges for Seniors
Senior Sex Treatment
This following quote has been over my desk for years, and is always an impetus when a certain part of my "internal flame" is wavering. I also discovered that those who also liked it were folks I wanted to know.
"Fortunately, some are born with spiritual immune systems that sooner or later give rejection to the illusory worldview grafted upon them from birth through social conditioning. They begin sensing that something is amiss and start looking for answers. Inner knowledge and anomalous outer experiences show them a side of reality others are oblivious to, and so begin their journey of awakening. Each step of the journey is made by following the heart instead of following the crowd and by choosing knowledge over the veils of ignorance."