I was 16 going on 17. You were 19. We were in my parent’s living room. I was playing the piano. Maybe I was singing too, I don’t remember. I thought I heard a sound from back the hall. I started to jump up. Then I remembered: Eric was gone. I got emotional. (I don’t remember the details.) You said, “I don’t understand why you still get upset. He’s been gone a year.” So I stopped. I stopped crying. I stopped playing piano and singing. I stopped expressing myself.
Now I’m 46 going on 47. You’re 49, wherever you are. Last year, I started to play and sing again, albeit awkwardly. Reading music takes more effort now. My fingers and brain don’t simply connect the way they used to. My throat often tightens and closes, painfully choking out my voice. One day I prayed, “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just please let me sing.” Wouldn’t you be surprised and confused at the many tears that fall now? Because I started. I started allowing my emotions to flow. I started learning to accept and love myself. I started using my voice.
So thank you for the 30-year lesson. You’ve been out of the picture for most of those years, but I’ve been repeating the same lesson in other situations. It’s now time to turn the page and move on.
And one day soon, I’ll be able to sing in full glorious voice for more than a few seconds without breaking into tears. I will no longer feel unworthy of the amazing feeling that accompanies the true expression of my soul. Because I am worthy of that feeling. We are all meant to have that feeling, from whatever lights us up.
Use your voice, whatever that means to you. It is your gift to enjoy and your gift to the world.
This first poem I jotted down in the wee hours of a morning in late August but never shared. The second came out early this morning and reminded me of the first. It’s always interesting to see what the soul needs to release at that time before the mind kicks in.
It is the most difficult feeling: knowing I am helpless to save the ones I love. What could be worse? The fear that they may believe I don’t care enough to help. The pain doubles and yet helpless I still am. I would give anything to make them happy, help them be at peace, but there is nothing I can do.
Nothing is what I must do. It is the only way to free them to experience their own journeys. Uncaring I may seem, but my heart aches full of love and prayers for miracles.
Shhh…. don’t let it show. Don’t let anyone know that inside you chaos reigns, that fear courses through your veins, that you’re continually terrified of what’s on the other side.
Shhh…. don’t reveal how scared you feel, on even higher alert at night when no one else has danger in sight, afraid of what you will find whenever you open your eyes.
Shhh…. just pretend. The madness must soon end and peace will come again. But trust is nowhere to be found in this world where fear abounds, panic striking at every unusual sound.
Shhh…. shut up and deal but not with you how feel. Push it down, lock it away. You get to live another day. Why are you still sad? Nothing in your life is bad.
If any of this strikes a chord with you, know you’re not alone.
And know for sure that if you have faced trauma and never opened up about it, that same kind of experience will keep repeating itself in various forms until you recognize it and deal with it.
I couldn’t help my brother survive epilepsy. I couldn’t help my parents when my brother died. I couldn’t help boyfriends face their old unhealed wounds. And I couldn’t help myself until I accepted that I wasn’t responsible for any of these other people but that I was responsible for myself.
Only then could I start to forgive myself for all the unrealistic pressure I had felt and controlling behaviors I had exhibited, for the unhealthy situations I had allowed to continue, always in the name of loving someone.
It’s taken me a long time to get here, but I now believe this is true:
No matter how much I loved these people, it was not my job to fix them. Their lives were not my responsibility. In fact, the best thing I could do was to love them unconditionally and let them be on their journeys, while at the same time take care of my own well-being.
Funny thing is I have sucked up every kind of responsibility I could find throughout my life. I was proud of how I handled things so well, so independently. What I didn’t realize until recently was that I had not fully accepted responsibility for myself — not just for my actions but also for my thoughts and my beliefs, which affect the energy I put out into the world.
We often do not create our initial wounds, but we are responsible for healing them and for being accountable for how we live our lives. With that realization, my journey started to take a much different direction. I needed to heal if I was ever going to find peace. And that has required opening up and allowing myself and others to see my messy truth.
Vulnerability is not pretty or easy work, but it is necessary. Thankfully, it reveals we are not alone in our pain or shame. We all have wounds. And the process is beautiful, for it allows the natural courage and strength of our spirits to come forth, and we discover that, at our cores, underneath the scars, we are unconditional love. I believe discovering that alone is worth the work.
On Sunday, I pulled in the driveway of my childhood home for my parents’ last day there. (We were getting everything ready for them to move into their new apartment the next day.) As I got out of the car, I heard a noise: a massive chattering, similar to but definitely not cicadas.
I looked toward the noise and saw something very much like what is shown in this video. A massive flock of swallows (I assume) were circling my grandparents’ farm across the street, flying in and out of one of the large trees. It was breathtakingly magical. I stood there for several minutes watching the birds, entranced by the beauty of their coordinated aerial dance. I felt as if I had been given a gift directly from Heaven.
And then my eyes refocused, closer. Something else was flying around in circles, directly in front of me. Dragonflies! At least half a dozen of them. In my almost 47 years, I don’t remember ever seeing any dragonflies at our house, ever. And there they were, darting back and forth, maybe 10 feet in front of me.
Recently, a friend read my soul’s energy and was inspired to draw a dragonfly in a heart. We discovered that dragonflies can symbolize souls that have been freed from their human bodies. She said my brother was communicating with me: I just needed to open up and allow the connection. All the dragonfly decorative items I’ve collected over the years took on a new meaning. And now here were real ones, coming to support me during this huge life transition.
Yesterday, I started the drive to my parents’ new home, to get ready for the movers to arrive with their belongings. A hawk flew directly over my car, close enough for me to see its face. For some reason, I have always gotten excited every time I see a hawk– so to have one fly so close was special on this momentous day.
Thank you, Universe, for reminding me that I am always supported and never alone. It’s taken me a long time to realize, but I feel so blessed now to finally accept the gifts that are being given, every day.
May you all be aware of the gifts, the miracles, that surround you.
Order is comfortable. Order looks good. Keeping our homes
and lives in order makes us feel as if we have things under control.
But do we, really? (Or is just orderly on the outside and a scattered
mess of fear underneath?)
I enjoy order. Getting things organized makes me feel such a
sense of accomplishment. An orderly environment is calming and peaceful. A
cluttered environment, on the other hand, causes stress.
So you’d think it would be a high priority for me to keep my
home orderly, wouldn’t you? That would be logical. And yet, for the past several
years, my house became more and more cluttered. I had a couple of businesses, one
of which included selling my artistic products, so inventory of finished pieces
and supplies took over much of the basement. My boyfriend moved in his belongings, which
took over more of the basement and the garage. Our relationship was of the
utmost importance to me, and it was wildly out of control. I desperately wanted
to help him heal his wounds, and I couldn’t. I wanted to succeed at everything
while being stretched way too thin. I was so focused on commitments to other
people and the community that I neglected myself.
Other people first, always. I wasn’t as important as they
were. I needed to earn my spot in this world to be of value. Focusing on myself
was selfish. That is what I believed.
Thankfully, I recently accepted the truth that I am just as
important and valuable as everyone else, regardless of what I do and don’t do.
(Those daily affirmations really do help!) I accepted that focusing on my own
self-care is vital to me being able to serve others—and to being happy. This
year, I realized self-care includes not only my body, mind, and spirit but my
external environment as well.
In March, I asked my now ex-boyfriend to get his belongings.
I wanted him to have his things so he could feel freer to move on with his life
however he wanted, whether we were going to be together again or not. But he wasn’t
able to psychologically handle that transition. It took me more than a month to
accept that. Then I realized I didn’t need to be held hostage by his unhealed wounds.
I could “out of “consideration for him” allow his things to stay until he was
ready to deal with it (old me), or I could decide that my needs were just as
important as his and find a way to resolve the situation respectfully (new me).
I packed up and returned his belongings. Let’s be clear: At this point, I was
doing it for me. I still wanted him to have his things, but I realized that I too
needed the space to move on. I needed the energy in my home to be cleared. And
I did it.
Taking action on that decision, made out of love for both
him and me, was a major turning point.
I started decluttering the rest of my house. I threw away ton
of papers, magazines, and miscellaneous stuff that had accumulated. I started going
through the supplies I had for my businesses to offload some of those. I just
barely started sorting through clothes and books, and then I paused.
I decided to make it a priority to support my parents during
my mom’s surgeries and their decision to move. My house decluttering didn’t
have a deadline; their life events did. And our relationships have grown
through the process.
At the same time, to take advantage of the spring and summer
weather, I decided to hire help for my yard maintenance and a huge landscaping
project in my backyard. Then the Universe and its powerful winds brought down
two tall trees, making the project even bigger. It required dealing with
people, being frustrated by communication issues, trusting others, losing
patience—all great learning opportunities for me.
There were times that I just
wanted it all to be done. I wanted order. I wanted the house to be decluttered
and organized and the yard to be beautiful and ready for visitors.
Why? Because I wanted that sense of peace.
Then I realized something: There will always be something in
transition. There will be progress and achievements, but there will always be
something more, another goal, things shifting outside my control. It is never
done. Not until life is over do the pieces stop moving (and maybe not even
I needed to find peace amidst the chaos.
I walked around my yard yesterday, looking at the mess: bare
and straw-covered spots where grass seed was put down, a ladder left by one of
the helpers, pots of dirt and leftover bulbs awaiting my action. And I didn’t
cringe at the To Do list, as I have most of my life. I thought about how far it
had come in just a few months. I thought about how blessed I was to have this
home to take care of. I thought about how beautiful it will be next year and
how wonderful it will feel to invite friends over. I smiled at bumblebees looking
so happy on the blooming sedum.
I walked inside to stacks of books and clothing, small gatherings
of decorative items, and piles of empty boxes—and I thought about how grateful I
was to have this abundance in my life, to have extras I can donate to others
who will appreciate them. And what a great project for colder weather! Instead
of wanting to hibernate, I can be productive.
Do I want my home environment to be more orderly than it is
now? Absolutely. Will it be? Without question. How do I know that for sure? Because
now I am doing it from a place of self-care rather than self-criticism.
This is the same approach that has been working to improve
my internal environment. A couple of years ago, I acknowledged that my Self
needed improvement—if I wanted to be happy. (Breaking up with my boyfriend revealed
he wasn’t the only one with unhealed wounds.) With that awareness, I dove in to
take action. It hasn’t been an easy journey for sure; it’s been a super messy emotional
one. I’ve had to let go of caring how other people may view me and of how I
This is a journey that never ends. We are always growing, if
we choose to. But to grow, we need to allow things to get messier so that they can
get better. We need to be uncomfortable and surrender to the process before we can
find peace and joy.
To make progress, we need to be fully aware of our current
situation and realize we have the power to change it. If we focus on how a
situation will feel when it has evolved into what we want it to be, progress becomes
a pursuit of joy, instead of a fixing of problems. When we realize our power
and take action, our self-worth increases dramatically.
So let’s embrace the mess. Let’s show ourselves and each other
compassion and grace through the process and celebrate even the smallest signs
of progress. Let’s appreciate the blessings and beauty that surround us, always.
Let’s stay open to all the possibilities and be grateful for this journey of being
I finished this memoir by The Untethered Soul author earlier this week. While I lost interest during the latter business-focused part of the book, his overall idea (and repeated examples of how it worked) that the Universe conspired in his favor when he simply surrendered to what was happening—regardless of his personal preferences and thoughts—was really fascinating.
Here are some passages I noted about needing drastic situations to inspire us to change, which certainly has proven true in my life — and I think offers hope for our society and world for the future.
“Perhaps change only takes place when there is sufficient reason to overcome the inertia of everyday life. Challenging situations create the force needed to bring about change.”
“Life is going to put us through the changes we need to go through. The question is: Are we willing to use this force for our transformation? … even very intense situations don’t have to leave psychological scars, if we are willing to process our changes at a deeper level. My surrender experiment had already taught me to deeply honor the transformative power of life.”
“I was not in charge; life was in charge, and there was an underlying sense of enthusiasm and excitement about getting to see what was going to happen next.”
Today my brother Eric has been gone 31 years. I woke up with the first words of this poem on my brain and spent 2 inspired hours writing.
31 years (6/10/19)
of not seeing your smiling face,
hearing your booming bass voice,
feeling your crushing embrace.
31 years –
truth be told, when I heard the news, I felt relief,
thinking the fear and anxiety were over.
It was a false belief.
of trying to be helpful enough, likable enough
to be loved by someone, anyone –
no matter what kind of love.
of living peacefully alone but sad my heart was being wasted
or centering my life completely around another’s,
on the roller coaster ride between adored and deserted.
of trying to control everything around me,
thinking that would provide a life free of anxiety,
never getting quiet and still enough to hear.
My spirit was crying:
Where is the laughter? the music? the fun?
Where is the little girl happy simply to play in the sun?
What happened to knowing I am loved for who I am, not for what I do?
Where did my childhood memories go?
The time is now –
to be still, to listen within,
to show myself the love I have been seeking,
to know I am here for a reason.
Joy: that is my reason –
to not only survive this life but thrive,
to show it can be done
and not just for a season
but for the next 31(+) years.
I’d like to note that codependency is putting someone else’s needs above your own. It can start out of what feels like necessity (in my case, always wanting to make sure my brother was safe), but it can become a destructive lifelong habit. Thankfully, I have become aware of this in the last couple of years and am making changes. I share this not to gain sympathy (I made all my own choices) but to help inspire anyone else who may have a similar experience.
Don’t despair when you see the darkness. Be inspired by the courage and resilience of the human spirit and know that the light has the power to eliminate the darkness. And make no mistake: Everything you do matters. Nothing is too small. Changing your own thoughts and self-talk changes the energy you put out into the world and makes it a better place. Imagine when we are all working on loving ourselves better how peaceful and beautiful a world it will be. It takes each one of us being responsible for ourselves. Start with you. Start right now. Embrace your power. ❤️
The crocus is one of the first flowers to appear, announcing the spring season. It fills people with joy.
Look at it. Its structure appears so delicate, and yet it is strong enough to make its way through the frozen ground, reaching for the sunshine. I find that fascinating and inspiring. (And so I had fun taking these photos of them yesterday.)
If a delicate crocus can successfully grow through the cold hard ground, we can do anything.
As Don Miguel Ruiz says in his transformative book The Four Agreements, “Life can be very easy when love is your way of life. … Happiness is a choice, and so is suffering.”
Where is your focus for growth today? What is one thing, one thought, you can adjust to have a more beautiful life today?
Breathe deeply. Let go. Know you are worthy of all you desire – and more. You long for freedom. You can have it. You already do. It’s within you already. You simply need to let go of attachments and agreements that keep you tethered to smallness. You will fly, my dear; you will soar. You are strengthening your wings now. Be patient and give them time. Soon they will carry you high through the skies, over the clouds, witnessing the glory of this Earth. You will feel light as the air itself, no more burdens to carry, only gifts to be treasured. The sun will warm your back, and the breeze will kiss your body. You will have created your Heaven on Earth. It is inside you now. You can feel it. You can taste it. Savor the entire journey.
Smart soul. I should listen to you more often. I think I will. ❤️
I have been dealing with anxiety around asking for what I want, realizing the request will probably not be received well. So I decided to do some soul writing this morning. This was my answer when I asked, What would you have me know?
You are limitless. You are powerful. Fear has no place here: you are Love, and fear cannot exist in the face of Love. You are destined for magnificence. Allow all that is holding you back to fall away. Your peace and clarity of mind are of the upmost importance. Keep getting your house in order – you are on the right track. You are creating the most fertile environment for you to grow and bloom. Smile and know you are helping others by taking care of yourself.
Listen in to what your soul/spirit has to say, friends. It is not confused by the mind’s chatter or those old agreements you made. Allow yourself to hear the truth. ❤️