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, November 15, 2017
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
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How many times have we heard the phrase, “All men want is sex?” When I was 17 years old I was sure it was true. When I was 37 years old, I suspected it might not be true. And now that I’m 73 years old, I know it’s not true. Now don’t get me wrong, sex can be wonderful at any age, but there’s something that is more important than sex, but it’s something that men have difficulty admitting and women have difficulty giving.
- First, women have their own conditioning about men being men. If he doesn’t want sex, they worry that they may not be attractive enough.
- Second, a man wanting to be held and nurtured, triggers feelings that they are dealing with a boy, not a man. I can’t tell you how many clients I have who say things like “It’s like I’ve got three children in the house. There’s our two sons, and then there’s my husband.” Women want a man, but worry they have another little boy.
- Third, women fear men who don’t feel manly. They know that the most violent men are men who feel weak and powerless. They’ve often had experiences of men allowing themselves to be gentle and vulnerable, only to have them respond with anger and rage later.
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Well, its a gray day here in NC ... my favorite kind of day for production at home. In every way it is moderate. But I am on fire, for some reason, and loving it!! I am posting this song because ... well, just because it fits!!
Also just cruising through with Rihanna, David Gray, Adele, and Ray LaMontagne........what a combo of sounds!
Thursday, November 2, 2017
Sunday, October 29, 2017
How? Well, the man on the train who seems really cranky to others? Observation teaches me another lesson. I notice that he has several large vicious and visible scars on his face and neck, and shoes where one toe is cut out to reveal he has none inside. just stubs.
I see a toddler girl gazing up at him for a long time with no judgement....just interest.....observation. I wonder what she is thinking as her peaceful little face takes him in. He gazes back at her and smiles at her kindly. It seemed to me to be a powerful moment of humanity. All of a sudden her mother jerked her around and said somewhat harshly, "Don't look at him. Stop. He's dirty." The little girl looked up at her in a really puzzled way, and her little eyebrows tightly furrowed. I would be projecting if I filled in the blanks of what I thought, or what I thought she was thinking.
But something happened that I have never forgotten ...not ever. I noticed there were some tears on the little girl's cheeks, as she gazed quietly at her shoes. I wndered if in her mind's eye she was thinking of the comparison between her shiny T-straps and his, cut with something that hurt. "Mom, I think he's sad we won't look at him." My own eyes filled with tears, for a number of other reasons connected with these human beings. As I looked at the man, his face was slightly turned away, but not so far that I could not see tears on his own leathered cheeks. But she, too, had seen that in a quick furtive glance back. She then glanced up at me. with a mixed expression....mixed with "did you see him?' Mixed with "can you do something?" Mixed with "wish I could ask him some questions". And then her shoulders slumped down in childhood acquiescence to her mom's order.
I was thinking of how he got those brutal scars ... delivered by another person? A car accident? By a relative? By a fall? Looks like he had had a lot of pain....
Being in a train, on that very morning, and in that very place, we three almost silently commingled.......silently.....connected.....as human beings. I was so grateful that I had been in that place. Teens today use the term, 'my brain exploded'. And mine did indeed do that. So much humanity and human caring in that ...one ...little ... minute.
That small happening took place decades ago, and I can see it as acutely as if it was happening this minute. I have hundreds of vignettes penetrating ... piercing. Yet all make me wonder about the occasions when people assert, "Well, maybe this is heaven...."When that is said, all giggle a bit, as if to say, "No way!"
For me, it wasn't so silly .... I wondered....... and wondered...... and wondered.