Sixth Sense Fired Up

sixth sense, acupuncture, energyI arrive for my acupuncture session wondering what the heck I’m doing here (see Just Needling You). As I inform David the acupuncturist, I feel great, just great! My mood is high, my body is light and lithe, my energy is normal.

However, I do proclaim that I’m ready for increased energy. I believe that we have so many more abilities/instincts/sixth senses than we rely on.

We just need to learn how to fire them up.

I mention that I’m ready to be fired up. Continue reading

My Mother’s Daughter

Mother's Day, mothers and daughtersGrowing up, I never thought that my mother was a PERSON. She was just this entity called ‘MOM.’

I’m not sure when she became a human being. Probably the first time I found out she was fallible. Sometime in my 20s, after I left university.

mom, Mother's Day, mothers and daughters

Before she was a mom.

Once I began my life as a ‘grown-up’ and she and my dad moved to Oklahoma, of all places, I began to miss her. I was surprised, because we were never particularly close. Continue reading

Just Needling You

acupuncture, needles“It’s only after I’ve given the matter some thought that I decide to take the man up on his offer.

A quid pro quo, so to speak – I help him out, and he’ll help me out.

The only problem is that I don’t need any help. Or at least not his kind.

I’m a published writer, so I promise to give him tips on how to find the right publisher for the book he’s writing on “the zen of wellness.” That’s my title for his book, I think his is more esoteric.

Whatever, I’m looking forward to sharing my experiences with this fascinating man. He’s slight, middle-aged, with brown-speckled-with-gray hair pulled into a small ponytail. His crystal light eyes seem to see way beyond my own eyes. He peers further inside.

Which perhaps is why I’m hesitant to let him practice his trade on me: Continue reading

WILD Days

All Good Things Are Wild & FreeOne of the reasons we’re so scared when our children leave the nest is because we remember our own flight.

The pure joy of leaving the straps and bindings of our parents’ rules is still nestled deep in the happy place of our subconscious. We savor the memories of tossing out their warnings and racing into wildness – a place we weren’t allowed before.

Which brings me to my freshman year in college.empty nest. birds leave nest

I hadn’t realized I’d been bound and gagged in a parental hold until, suddenly, miraculously, on a weekend morning in early September, I was set free.

It took me weeks to loosen up, but day after day I discovered a lightness of being that I’d never experienced during my first 18 years of life.       

And then, my first college party. Continue reading