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Contentment Can’t be Bought

“Life, we think, is simply a series of tasks to perform, a list of things to do: get the job, buy the house, finish the degree, have the children, do the work. It takes years to figure out, if we ever do, that life is not a task at all. Life is far more difficult than that. Life is the process of coming to see what is not seeable, to hear what is not said, to become what we are but never knew we were.”

Joan Chittister, Welcome to the Wisdom of the World

Reflection is one of the most powerful tools we have to increase our ability to make life giving decisions.  It is only when we take the time to look beyond what can be seen with the eye to what is happening behind the scenes of a situation that we really grow.

I have been in a reflective state all week, pondering not only where I have been but where I am going.  I am looking for just the right path to take me where I want to go.  But in all the discerning, I am beginning to realize that there is no wrong path, because any path I choose will provide me with skills and experiences that will take me to the next place in my life.  It doesn’t matter if I become a writer of family history or write sales copy. It doesn’t matter what kind of topic I choose to speak about.   It is not the doing that matters.  It is the person I become in the act of doing that matters.

It is through life experiences that we truly discover what we are made of.  I think back to the year I was recovering from illness.  I was not able to work, and often felt like a burden on my family because I was not bringing money into our budget.  What I had to learn was that who I am makes a difference, not what I do.  I am still learning to absorb that wisdom because I still struggle with this issue, especially since I am still looking for a way to contribute income to the family.  But I also know that whatever path I choose,  it is not the doing that makes me who I am.  It is the ability to be content with life no matter what comes my way.  It is knowing that time spent with family and friends make me rich.  It is knowing that my presence in the world is enough.  And that is truly a life long process.

“It is not simply having life that determines the quality of our lives. It is learning to let it go, one phase at a time, that determines the measure of our contentment, the value of our insights, the caliber of our faith.  Learning to be more than what we have or do is the real beginning of life. “

Joan Chittister, Welcome to the Wisdom of the World

 

Unspoken Prayer

It has been an interesting week for me, feeling a little overwhelmed with book writing, job hunting, and keeping my balance.  I wrote this poem back in December and now have it as part of my book.  She Moved Mountains is still in progress, and while I may be a little slower than I want to be, there is forward movement.

Sometimes I find that I don’t even know what to ask God for, but God knows what is best for me.  I like to imagine that I am lying in God’s arms at this moment, and peace is settling into my heart.

Sorry my blog doesn’t let the words show up in stanzas but rather runs them all together.

Prayer

My unspoken prayer rises like incense,

Curling and swirling

Dancing its way to heaven.

Words only trap my prayer

In human constructs.

Letters in formation,

A bird in a cage.

Yet beyond my ability to comprehend

The Mystery of Love,

God holds an outstretched palm

And gathers to Her own breast

The wishes of my heart

Unspoken, unvoiced

Felt in every cell of my body.

In the silent exchange,

Peace settles like snow

Calming my restless spirit.

Divine Wisdom answers with goodness

The prayers I don’t even know to ask.

And while my human eyes may fail to see,

At a soul level I know.

The God of Infinite Love holds me in deep regard.

All shall be well.

What is Your Mack Truck Experience?

As I was getting lost in the world of Twitter this morning, and clicking over to websites to meet new people, I remembered a conversation I had with my friend Jay Heinlein.  We were talking about my own memoir called She Moved Mountains, and he suggested I talk to people about their own life stories, the traumatic experiences that feel like you’ve been hit by a Mack truck.

Have you ever in your life had an experience that left you so turned around, upside down, and spinning that you never thought you would find your bearings again?  I want to talk to you!

I am creating  a new section on my website for stories like yours that can give perspective to others and offer them a guiding light on their journey.

Here are the questions I am pondering.

1)  What was your Mack Truck Experience?

2)  How did you find your way back to center?

3) How does this experience color who you are today?

4)  What works of advice do you give to others who may be experiencing their own difficulties?

If you or someone you know has a story to tell, please let me know. I would love to help them share their story for the benefit of others.  Responses to this blog post are highly encouraged!

Happy Thanks Living!

I saw a church sign this week that said, “Thanksgiving is nice but Thanks Living is better.”  I love the idea that every day I get up and walk in gratefulness for my life-  the people, the things, the blessings that fill me with joy.   So often we look at the things we don’t have and miss the cup that is overflowing in our hands.

Fifteen years ago, I was celebrating a homecoming that was incredibly meaningful, mainly because I was still alive after a massive infection kept me in the hospital for close to 150 days.

Here is an excerpt from my story:

Yesterday was Thanksgiving, and it was a wonderful, joyful, tear-filled celebration.  It felt so good to be able to sit down with my family and eat a normal dinner, drink wine and celebrate the gift of life.  Nothing poured out of my belly, and even though I’m still dealing with the diarrhea, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that things will improve soon.
I thanked Tony for doing such a fantastic job with the little girls all year, keeping them healthy and fed, and taking care of their emotional needs.  And I thanked him for being my rock and strength, helping me to survive an unimaginable illness.
He looked at me through his tears and said, “I am just thankful you are here.”
“Me too,” I cried.
 

So this Thanksgiving, I will be remembering these years I have lived on borrowed time, thanking God for giving me a second chance at life.  I have been here to watch my three daughters turn into amazing young women who inspire me with their courage, their wisdom and their love of life.  I am here to celebrate 25 years of marriage to my best friend Tony.

I don’t know what the future holds for me.  I can’t begin to imagine where my book “Moving Mountains” will take me, and who will be touched by my story of hope.  Even as I  look to the future and wonder how things will work out,  I bring myself back to this moment, where I know that life is amazing, and I am here to celebrate it.

May you be truly present to the gifts that are around you this Thanksgiving, and may you be inspired to move into a place of Thanks Living.

Book Writing and Sudoku

Sudoku is one of my favorite brain games, and even though I don’t have the patience for the wicked ones, I do like keep my brain thinking by challenging it with numbers.  There comes a point in the game, after you have coded each box with the possibilities, when filling in one more number will produce the final string of correct number placements, completing the board.  I realized this is much like problem solving in every day life.

When I look at the time line for completing my first book and all the pieces that have to fall together, it is overwhelming, much like a blank board game.  I have to take the time to analyze where each piece fits in and how it is going to be accomplished.  I am at the point with my book where I am sharing it with peer editors, just so I can have some feedback on the layout, chapter headings, content, etc.  All of that is followed by some more editing on my part before I hand it off to a real editor in January.  In the meantime, along with the writing, it is time to find a cover artist,  think about the layout of the book and most critically, begin to market my book.  That involves writing feature articles for magazines, speaking engagements, social networking, etc.  What I realize though is that all these pieces to my book are just like coding the squares in the puzzle.  It seems challenging piece by piece, number by number.  What I know is this.  There will come a time when I hit critical mass, and all the work I have put into the book will start a ball rolling and the rest of the process will proceed quickly because I have been planning for it all along.

Of course, none of this book structure would have come together without the help of Andrea Costantine and Lisa Shultz and their new book called “How to Bring Your Book to Life this Year.” This is a complete how to guide that will walk you through the whole process of getting your book to print.   I met with Andrea in January and told her my goal was to write my book this year.  When I broke my wrist in January, I didn’t think it would be possible.  Yet I was persistent, and with the help of these women, I will be celebrating my book launch date in April of 2011!  My book is called “She Moved Mountains” and it is the story of my journey back to health after a long illness.

Having faith and persistence is the only way to play the game of sudoku, to write a book , and to live life!  Eventually all the pieces fall into place, and you are rewarded with completed puzzle, your very own book in your hands, and a life full of meaning.

How abundant is your life?

We would give anything for what we have.

Tony Hoagland

When I saw this quote today, I knew that I would have to write about it.  In this season of harvesting the crops and all the bounty of the land, we forget to look at the abundance of our own lives.  I have been in a place of looking at what I don’t have, rather than what I do have.  This quote hit me hard this morning, as I realized I have not been looking at the abundance and gifts that are in my life.

Any of us would fight to have a beautiful home, cars to drive, children that are smart, healthy and happy, a relationship with a spouse that is supportive, encouraging and loving, and friends that we meet on our journey of life.  We would give anything to be healthy.  Sadly, sometimes we have to lose something before we stop taking things for granted.

I am busy writing about my healing journey fifteen years ago when I spent almost 150 days in the hospital.  Remembering where I was gives me a new perspective on where I am.  It reminds me that I have the strength within me to overcome all kinds of odds.

Now I am looking at all the gifts, both material and intrinsic that are a part of my life.  I am grateful every day to get to encounter the Divine through the people I meet.  And I am grateful for the reminders to be on the lookout for abundance.  It is all around us, and it is ours to enjoy.  Are you in the act of receiving, or are your arms crossed, pouting because you don’t have that one thing that eludes you?  Accepting the gift is a choice.  What are you choosing in this present moment?

What if We Really Trusted God?

So how would your day be different if you really trusted that God would not let you down?

This is the question my fifteen year old has been pondering this week, and I have been pondering along with her.  My initial answer would be that I would live without fear, because I would know deep in my heart that all things would work out as they should.  Now living my life that way takes a lifetime of trust, and I still feel like a fledgling on this journey.

I had the opportunity to meet an associate publisher from Random House through a mutual friend, and we shared over a cup of coffee on Saturday.  She asked me why I was writing my book.  I gave her three answers.  1)  I have always been a writer and a childhood dream was to have a book written by the age of 30.  Instead, my healing story took place when I was 30.  2)  Writing about my story is healing my past, and giving me courage to live more fully in the present.  3)  I believe I have a story of hope and light to share.  She was relieved to hear that I wasn’t just writing a book for a certain niche, that I was actually writing a story from my heart.

We discussed the joy I feel when I am writing and I was thinking to myself, “If only I trusted God that my writing would someday provide some income for me.  If only I wasn’t concerned about paying bills and adding to the family budget, then I would have more time to write.  How do I know I am doing the right thing?”  She mentioned she knows a  pulitzer prize winning author who wrote his first book in two months on a work computer, knowing his job would end and he wouldn’t have the computer any longer.

Have you ever asked God for a sign, and then when it came, you just shrugged it off and asked for another sign?  As if the joy I feel when writing isn’t a sign enough that my words need to be shared.  After coffee, I walked out to my car, and right beside my door was a heads up penny.  (I have been told by my daughter that if it is tails up, you turn it over and leave it for the next person!)  Loose change on the ground in my path has always been a sign that someone is listening to me, and that the money will come if I just trust my heart. After all, doesn’t it say right on the coin, “In God We Trust?”  It was another sign that yes, in fact, writing is my first priority and getting my book published will open up many opportunities for me.

And it didn’t just happen once.  I stopped at the grocery store on the way home and when I got back to the car, another heads up penny was right by my car door.  The angels must have been having fun watching my surprise.  I smiled and for a moment, I remembered that God really won’t let me down.  I trust that all I need is just waiting for me to receive it.  I just need to open my arms and fully embrace the life I am living, even with its challenges.  I am right where I am supposed to be, learning from life and applying my learning to new situations.   And on Saturday, I took one more step on my journey toward more trust in the way life unfolds.

Gratitude

If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough.

Meister Eckhart

I had the luxury of spending the weekend at the family cabin on Columbine Lake right outside Grand Lake.  It was an amazing weekend to spend by myself, organizing my journal from 15 years ago into the story called She Moved Mountains.  It is the story of my journey back to health over a years time.  As I was organizing the section I call “The Long Haul,” I was almost physically sick thinking about what my husband and I did to survive- countless dressing changes on an open belly wound, weekly trips to doctor’s offices, and lots of unknowns about my physical health.  I hope that my condensation of the summer of my illness allows the readers to get a glimpse of what we went through, and how we came out on the better end of the deal.

I am grateful to Fran and Carol for letting me stay at the cabin.  It is an amazing place and this time of year is magical.  I loved getting up early to see the fish jump at least a foot out of the water to catch their breakfast.  The aspen are turning and although the nights are cold, the days were in the 60s and 70s- just perfect for several walks around the lake.  I even climbed the winter sledding hill and found a nice rock perch on which to view 360 degrees of mountains.    I reflected on my life, especially in relation to where I was 15 years ago on the brink of death, and I realize just how precious life is, and how spectacular my life is now.  I have an amazing husband who loves me and who supports my dream to write this book.  I have beautiful daughters who continue to bless my life with their laughter and wisdom.  And I have countless friends who grace my life with their own experiences.  I am richly blessed.  The only response that could possibly express what I was thinking was “Thank you.”

Speaking Your Truth: Be Inspired!

Today is the day!  Please order your  Speaking Your Truth book at Amazon.com

This book is a great read in itself or an inspiring gift for a friend, colleague, or family member.

Be inspired by women’s stories about Finding Your Path, Health and Healing, Family Matters, Love and Abuse, Faith and Spirituality and Self-Discovery.

I tell a little bit of my story in a chapter called “The Bedpan”  You will learn about my journey back to health after a lengthy illness.  I have had so much positive feedback from writing this little segment that I am working diligently on my own book to be ready next spring.  Stay tuned here for further details.

Thank you so much for supporting all of us.  You can get one for yourself and buy one as a gift and receive free shipping.  And hopefully you will find even one story that can give you the inspiration you are looking for to reach for your dreams.

Tell Your Story

Yesterday we celebrated family birthdays at my sister-in-laws house. As she handed my daughter her birthday gift, she handed me a gift too and said she couldn’t wait until Christmas.  Congratulations were in order now.

It was a beautiful hanging angel that says,”Tell Your Story.”  I nearly cried because I was so touched that she thought of me.   A small part of my healing journey will appear in  Speaking Your Truth: Courageous Stories from Inspiring Women, a book that is  being launched from Amazon on August 25th.  Sharing that small story has been a stepping stone for me to write my whole story.

I have been wanting to write about my healing experience for some time now.  It is true that when you set your intent on something, the universe begins to send all the resources and support you need to follow through with your intent.  I sometimes feel like writing a book is overwhelming, but when I get down on myself for not progressing as I think I should, an angel appears that says, “Tell your story.”  Or I get an email that says, we believe in you and want to be your accountability partners.  If there was ever a time to share the story of overcoming a year of illness, that time is now.

I recently rediscovered my heart virtue which is, ” I am committed to being a healing presence in the world.”   Writing my story is part of that journey.  I believe my story highlights that there is light in darkness and that no matter what you are going through, there is always some good, maybe in the people that help you, in any situation.  I want to share light and love to anyone who has struggled with challenges.  Hopefully my journey will be a beacon of hope.

I was so touched by my sister -in- law’s gift.  It reminded me that I am connected to the wider world, and that what I do is important.  What I write can make a difference.

I am grateful for this blog that allows me to share my story as it unfolds.  And grateful to the readers who let me know they are out there, supporting me along the way.  Let me know if there is any part of your story that you would like to tell. Maybe it will show up on the pages of my blog!

A Healing Presence

I am committed to being a healing presence in the world.

This statement came to me as I was finishing my third healing touch session for the day.  I was playing over in my head my heart virtue, or at least what I thought was my heart virtue- something about inspiring others to awaken to their own divine power.  I had taken an all day workshop in February to identify my heart virtue, a guiding light on my path of life.

I am committed to being a healing presence in the world. This statement rolled off my tongue and out into the world in glorious wonder.  It is concise and to the point, and contains very powerful words.

BEING- Notice I didn’t say I was committed to DOING.  All of my life I have been a doer, thinking that I need to accomplish something to be worth something.  God is telling me that just by BEING, I can make a difference in the world.

PRESENCE:  I am choosing to write about this word next because it defines my heart virtue more than any word.  What I love to do and feel I do quite well, is BE WITH.  I can be with someone in a one on one session, or I can be with someone when I am writing and am able to touch their inner being with my words.   When I am present to something or someone, my whole body and mind are attentive to the action/task at hand.  Maybe that means being tuned in to guidance for what healing touch technique would work best on this person now.  Or it means listening with compassion and allowing someone to share their story.  Presence is when I am in the flow and the words to a meditation just pour out of my mouth, or a section of my book is on the page in no time at all.   Presence means I am here right now and it is the only place to find love and peace.

HEALING:  This one is easy.  I just let God’s love shine through me and trust that who I am in the world is enough.  I have had those experiences where people I don’t know very well will open up to me and share their challenges.  I believe that is because God’s love flowing through me creates a safe space for people to be real.  I also believe that my own healing journey gives me some credentials that others can relate to.  It is as if the words “I knocked on death’s door and lived to tell about it” are stamped across my forehead.  I have been in a place many of these people are now experiencing, and they just want someone to hear them.  I love the quote “There is no one I can’t learn to love once I know their story.”  It is about acceptance that all of us are human and we are doing our best to find our way. If I can be a healing light to help someone’s journey, than I am living the life God intended for me.

The three words, Being, Healing and Presence fit so nicely together and create a very powerful statement about who I am and how I choose to live my life.

I am committed to being a healing presence in the world. I am grateful that I have the intuitive awareness to recognize this as my heart virtue and I look forward to moving out into the world, sharing more of who I am with the world.

Little Pieces of Light

Originally Posted in March to another blog.

Today in my Philosophers Notes, I was asked to answer the question, “What lights me up?  What is my passion?”  It was easy for me to answer writing because I have been doing it all my life.  It is my way of expressing myself and understanding the world around me.  I also have to say that what lights me up is being able to sit with a friend, hear her pain, and respond with love.   This morning I was with a friend who is suffering from adrenal exhaustion.  We talked about how hard it is to take care of ourselves when we have a family.  It is easy for us to always put their needs above our own, leading to more exhaustion.

I know how difficult it is to travel a journey toward wholeness after an illness.  I spent 150 days in the hospital fifteen years ago due to a Strep A infection. I was forced to take care of myself in order to get out of the hospital.  My journey did become more complicated when I returned home because now my husband was taking care of three little girls and his wife!  There were many days I felt guilty taking time for myself to nap or rest.  It is much more difficult to take care of yourself when there are others whose needs may feel more pressing.

As I shared  part of my own healing journey with my friend, I realized how powerful it was to say, “I have been there, and although it isn’t easy, you will get through this.”   It was as if  little pieces of light feel across her face shining some hope into her worn out spirit.    Sitting with her today reminded me of the story below.

The Story of the Ashes

“Jacob, where do you find the strength to carry on in life?

“Life is often heavy only because we attempt to carry it,” said Jacob.  “But I do find strength in the ashes.”

“In the ashes?” asked Mr. Gold.

“Yes,” said Jacob with a confirmation that seemed to travel a great distance.

“You see, Mr. Gold, each of us is alone.  Each of us is in the great darkness of our ignorance.  And each of us is on a journey.  In the process of our journey, we must bend to build a fire for light and warmth and food.  But when our fingers tear at the ground, hoping to find the coals of another’s fire, what we often find are the ashes.  And in these ashes, which will not give us light or warmth, there may be sadness, but there is also testimony.  Because the ashes tell us that somebody else has been in the night, somebody else has bent to build a fire, and somebody else has carried on.  And sometimes, that can be enough.”

Noah ben Shea


I have my own story to tell.  I think that my healing journey may help others find their way through difficult situations.  Maybe my words will be the coals someone bends to find in the midst of their pain.   It is time to write so that others can hold the pages in their hands, and be warmed by the hope that they too can carry on.   I look forward to bringing you excerpts from my book as I begin to tell my story of finding God in the midst of pain, and healing even though a chronic condition remains.