I Bow

Social media was exploding yesterday with quotes, images, even videos of Maya Angelou, after news broke of her death. I knew her words made a lasting impression on many, but I never realized the breadth of her admirers. Most were sharing their favorite quotes from a woman who met success by telling the human truth. Her autobiographies were inked in her traumatic experiences, ancestral suffering, and pride in her triumphant uprising. 
I bonded with Maya Angelou in her book, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and through her poem, I Rise. By wide acclaim, she will go down in history as a pioneer for black women or any woman tangled in struggles and fear. After reading her beautiful words, in many posts yesterday, I offer you this reminder -
If Maya Angelou influenced you in any way, let her last words be your truth:

I will forever dance like I've got diamonds at the meeting of my thighs.
Thank you for your words that will forever echo in my thoughts. I rise and I bow to your divine spirit. RIP

4 Lou

Four months after the birth of my son, I couldn't recognize myself. On the outside nothing changed, but on the inside, I was a tornado. Right before the storm would hit, I'd be still. Then thoughts would start to whisper worry, my heart would throb violently, and that would prompt my body to shake uncontrollably. And once the storm would pass, I'd find myself in a million pieces. My tornado was called anxiety. Two years have passed since anxiety last struck, all thanks to my psychotherapist, life coach, spiritual guide, Louise.
This past Friday, May 9th, 2014, Louise moved on to a new life path in heaven. Unbeknownst to me, she was battling breast cancer for a few years. I remember showing up at an appointment wearing my famous 'Fuck Cancer' tshirt when she said, "Why Fuck Cancer? I like CanCure instead. It's more positive." I was unaware that was her word for Cancer.
I'd visit with her to review my hibernating emotions. I'd cry, laugh, complain, yet she always had the right words to share with me. She knew when to be tough, when to be compassionate, when to poke, when to back off. Louise started off as my psychotherapist (teaching me how to breathe) and went on to become my guiding light. Within 6 months of knowing her, I changed my entire life. She helped me find my voice through service, after leaving a career I relied on for validation.
We last met in August when she gave me a rare piece of chaga (aka “Gift from God” a unique, woodlike mushroom, called the “Mushroom of Immortality,” used by humans to support health for thousands of years). I never boiled it, as she advised. It rests in a special drawer - now a memento.
After hearing she has breast cancer, I would never see her again. I wondered 'how?' and 'why her?' Why breast cancer? Breasts represent mothering and nurturing. Breast problems develop from putting everyone else first with a refusal to nourish yourself. Louise was committed to serving and helping others. May be her need was to cultivate hope for those suffering.
When I first called her years ago, she told me she was retiring. A few weeks later, she called me back announcing she was 'semi-retired'. She could have spent her days on her canoe or travelling the world, but instead she honored her calling to serve. She was self-less but still fulfilled her passion for living.
Louise helped me discover myself through my light, as well as my darkness. She taught me how to love and accept both equally. In March, she took time to write about her dying days. I want to share this message (which her brother made public) so you too can be inspired during adversity.



CanCure Rockstar, Lou

"CanCure" patients always think Positive!!!!

“Here I am, awaiting the end of my life in a facility where “People come to die!”
Everyone in a bed at this Care Center is going to die soon, certainly sooner than they would have liked.
We are all afflicted by the same decease, commonly known as Cancer. I do not like the word Cancer; I prefer to call it “CanCure”. Cancer is negative and Can Cure is positive. I realize that sounds ridiculous to you considering where I am, but I fervently believe that my “CanCure” attitude has bought me precious time in this life.
In my opinion, I’ve used that time wisely. I have spent more quality time with my family and close friends. After a lifetime of knowing them all, I feel that now I finally really know them and they really know me!
I have learned that there are only two things that matter in my life: LOVE and FEAR. My last days are being spent sharing the love I have and basking in the love I am being given. I have also used my last time here to learn about fear. It is the only thing that stops you from getting what you really want and need in your life.
If ever you or one of your loved ones finds yourself in my position, these would be my words of advice to you:
Focus on the positive and not the negative.
Do not underestimate yourself; you have no idea how powerful you are.
You create your life through your thoughts and your actions, so you can create whatever you want.”
- Louise McDougall Markey

Louise, I know you're proud of how you spent your dash! I'm forever grateful to have had you in my life, at the right time, just like the Universe manifested it as such. Your soul was ready for lift off. Thanks for the guidance, enlightenment, blessings, and kisses on both cheeks. Your last words to me, on March 22nd, were: "Life is a marvel and one must follow ones calling....always." The teacher in me, bows to the teacher in you. RIP. Amen.

The Dash

The Dashby Linda Ellis

 

I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on the tombstone
from the beginning…to the end.

He noted that first came the date of birth
and spoke the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
that they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them
know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own,
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.

So, think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand
​the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.

​So, when your eulogy is being read,
with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent YOUR dash?

 

 copyright 1996

The Fork

On Easter Sunday, I felt this need to attend morning mass. I was feeling a little guilty for not having confessed, but I felt I'd be partially forgiven if I showed up. Plus I had committed to Lent, so I was prepared to celebrate with the big guy. Showing up, with a humble heart (after all, it is a holiday centered on suffering), was the best decision I had made in a while.
The priest shared some memorable quotes and unforgettable stories. One quote that struck me was the following: "I wish I was the person my dog thinks I am". Let that marinate for a minute. How freakin' true is that?! How often do you wish you could always be this loving, caring, patient human being? I can so relate to that quote, especially as a mom. I spend days working with children in daycare. A child could be having a meltdown over the seating arrangement, and I'm offering comforting hugs. But if that was my child, oh boy, I'd have the look of death paired with flaring nostrils. Don't I wish I was the cool cucumber mom the daycare kids think I am!
After being touched by the priest's monologue, I wake up every day seeing how long I can last without snapping, gossiping, judging, or complaining. Every time I catch myself doing any of the above, I tell myself I can always start over. Most of us spend our entire lives trying to our best selves. We all want to be loved. We all want to succeed. We all want to be happy. But what if the best is yet to come?
When I heard this next story (still in church) I couldn't wait to share it! A woman who attended church regularly was terminally ill and given a 3 month death sentence. As she began making her funeral arrangements, she invited the priest over to her house to discuss the details. From the eulogy, to the music, to her wardrobe - she didn't miss a point. Just as the priest was leaving she stopped him and said, "Hold on, I forgot one thing. When I'm in my casket, I want to be holding a fork." Confused, the priest replied, "A fork?! Why do you want to have a fork in your casket?" She then said that food was such an important part of church events, which she always looked forward to. "My favorite part," she claimed, "was when they'd start picking up the plates and someone would say, "You can keep your fork". I knew that something better was coming. And I was never disappointed." I love the fantasy behind this story. She always believed something better was coming. Whether it was a pie or triple decker chocolate cake, it would be the best part of the whole meal. "So when my friends come to pay their final respects," she said, "I want them to look at the fork and ask you why I have a fork in my hand. That's when I want you to tell them, that something better is coming".
May be in our next life, we'll be a better, kinder, more compassionate version of our present self. Even more promising, is believing that when this life path comes to an end, the next one will be even better! May the church sermon bring you comfort in knowing that we're all perfectly imperfect, and to trust that there's something better coming.

Unlock your Creative Power

*Thanks, Doreen Virtue, for the reminder

What a magnificent day in Montreal. We're finally seeing the pot holes and some pre-grass. After the longest Winter ever, Spring already feels light. The layers start to come off, our attitude shifts, and there's a desire to move. In my case, I'm ready to get my creative juices flowing again!
It's been almost 3 years since I left my job as 'Creative Manager'. I was a glorified research expert who never put my imagination on pause. I'd find inspiration in everything - a hotel room, a song, even at the dog park. My universe was a storybook of emotionally stimulating images. I never wanted to leave. I felt like my brain lived in a fantasy world. Come to think of it, it's as though I lived in the Land of Oz. Every creative concept needed a heart, a brain, and courage. Heart was always at the source, to connect to people's emotions. Influential marketing was the brain, while courage served to create shock-value.
I'm convinced that success is a fusion of heart-brain-courage. I don't think you can ever accomplish a goal by leaving one out. Your heart has to commit first, then you mentally manifest achievement, but you need the guts to kickoff.
We all have the power to unlock our success code. As Spring slowly emerges - get inspired, be vulnerable, rediscover your creativity. Think outta the cardboard box! Set yourself up for success. Register for 'The Color Run' http://ca.thecolorrun.com/montreal/2014-08-16; redecorate a dull white room; produce your own free-spirited music video using Video Star (app); write positive affirmations on your bathroom mirror....let your Spring spirit awaken. Create your own magic; you have the power.

*Magical Moment: I wrote this post without knowing what picture to include. A few hours later, while on Facebook, I see this image of Dorothy from 'Wizard of Oz', posted by the author of my Angel cards, Doreen Virtue. #noticethesigns #angelsrock

Confessions of a Blogger

The Dark vs. The Light....Welcome both!

I must confess. I took a break from writing my blog because I put a lot of energy, time, passion into each post. I'm very selective with every word I type. Though most of my readers know me, I've also attracted a following of strangers. There are many who have no clue who I am, how funny I can be, or that I'm authentic every time I write. Most importantly, however, is that this is my playground where I can freely express my feelings, my knowledge, and my opinions. There are times when I don't feel up to headlining my fears or resistance to any challenges that surface. That's when I take a blog break. Today though, I want to reveal what I've learnt over the past week.
Taking on any project, that's broadcasted virtually, can have its downside. I'm referring to my now "famous" last post. To date, over 5500 people out in cyber world, read that post. Crazy, insane, completely unexpected! I could've been over-the-moon-thrilled, but that's not quite how I felt. All it took was one negative comment, posted on my page, to chip away at my spirit. My feelings dominated that post, but my ego was wounded by a handful of negative comments, amongst a readership of 5000 people. Needless to say, I endured a painful sore throat for 3 days. When I finally discovered how to completely wipe out the 'comments' section on my blog, I began feeling better. I've said this countless times - your body responds to your concealed emotions. I couldn't understand how a single person could claim my post was judgemental or offensive. With every reply on my end, I'd get attacked even more. Suddenly my voice felt powerless. I wanted to say so much more, but I was too emotionally consumed to speak. My throat was so sore because I knew I couldn't swallow the few negative comments I received. Finally I removed the 'comments' section, for the simple reason, that it was overshadowing the essence of my post. I did receive kind, loving comments, but I didn't feel any comments were necessary.
So what does this all me? I had, by far, the most successful post ever (without any intention). Instead of revelling in the fact that so many people shared my story, I was overwhelmed by the impact of my words. It's a humbling feeling to go from thinking you have a talent, to realizing that you truly do. I think I write well. I've submitted stories to wellness magazines that never made the cut. But this experience has taught me that I don't need validation by a magazine, to know that my writing can influence strangers. What matters most is that what I write inspires, guides, or helps someone get through their day. This blog allows me to expose what I know or need to know about myself. Through every post, I discover the sacred truth - mistakes are significant in heightening the relationship we have with ourselves. Always go back to your intention, for if it comes from a place of love, your mission is faultless.

A Boy I'll Never Know

A little boy I'll never know is being buried today. I don't know his parents; I don't know his aunt, either. I heard their horribly tragic story and though I usually prefer writing uplifting posts, today is just not one of those days.
While most of us like to avoid being sad, I find crying very comforting and liberating. Our tears are an expression of a deep rooted wound, often left unexplored. We're part of a society that puts such value on happiness, while discouraging sadness. The past few days have been sad and I want to share the reason for my tears with you.
When my girlfriend shared Matteo's story with me, it had a great impact on me as a mother, and an aunt. Two young sisters, married to brothers, each couple blessed with 2 boys. On a grim Sunday afternoon their lives would be changed dramatically, as the 6 year old boy's life would be accidentally robbed. I can't imagine a  heartbreaking story greater than this one. All I keep wondering is how this family will ever recover.
When tragedy strikes, with such unexpected force, how can the wound ever heal? Clearly, I don't know the answer to that. All I can offer is prayer and loving energy. But since I have a blog, I can also offer suggestions on how we can move forward through this sharp sorrow. Let's make it a point (especially today) to give an extra kiss, a tighter hug, use a sweeter tone, lend a compassionate ear, forgive any nonsense weighing you down. If you're a mom, who spends most of her time feeling consumed by responsibility, make a pledge today. Make a solemn promise, in honor of Matteo, to refrain from any acts of impatience. It's a no yelling, no punishing, no bitching day. Instead, be inspired by your inner child: be immature, playful, funny, and silly with your kids. Whenever I hear a tragic event, it's a reminder to be grateful that I got a chance to start over again today. Matteo's family doesn't get that opportunity today or tomorrow. Their days will never be the same again.
For his funeral today, he is being honored with his favorite color, green. In the spiritual world, green is the color representing the 4th chakra, which ironically, is the heart. Wear green, eat green, see green, connect to your heart on this grief-stricken day, that no human being should ever have to endure. During this deeply dark time for the Palumbi family, may we send light collectively, in hope that some day they will see it.

Love&Light