Six years ago today was one of the most precious days of my life. The next morning, after our wedding, Laura rolled over in bed and grabbed me; ‘Now you are mine!’ she grinned. She was so covered in tumors, every movement was hard, so it felt like a small miracle. Six years later she…
Category: healing
Magnificent Beings
Five months have passed since I slipped and fell on rocks in Provincetown. I’ve been off work all that time and I will be for a couple months more. It’s been an extraordinary adventure. Not one you’d wish on anyone. But one which has taught me so much. Not least how magnificent and exquisitely calibrated…
Breaking Through
For me, the dark spaces in my life are springboards to help me find the light. Smashing up my arm three weeks ago, has reconnected me to my body in a way that I desperately needed. After my mum died last year, I felt almost like a ghost walking through my life. I wasn’t really…
Unexpected Gifts
When time collapses. When a terminal diagnosis enters stage left, it can feel oddly as if the sweetness of life is condensed. Or as one woman put it in A Time To Live, (a British documentary about 12 people, mostly in mid-life, who have been given a terminal diagnosis): ‘The colors are brighter, the trees are greener,…
Scottish Grit
Both my parents were hospitalized with pneumonia just over a week ago. My mum came into the kitchen to make breakfast and almost immediately collapsed on the floor. When she came round, she asked my dad to call an ambulance. But when the medics arrived, they noticed that my dad was very ill too. He…
Celebrate
I am celebrating a pinnacle in a journey that began long before I met Laura. Eleven years ago my life was very different. I had to wash my hair almost every night to stop myself from tearing at my scalp. It would burn so badly that even when staying with family or friends, I often got…
My Dear Sis
My dear sis is growing stubble on her head, she says. The chemo is over and her body is trying to rebound, sprout some new hair and return to vibrant health. Chemo sounded miserable. After the first round she wasn’t sure she would be able to do the whole 3 month course. Her liver…
The Hero Complex
I think I have a bit of a hero complex. I want to dash in and rescue people. At the moment I want nothing more than to rescue my sister, Andrea, from cancer. I wonder does this savior urge stem from past lives? From what I can tell I was a bit of a swashbuckler…
The Energy Blanket
The first night after chemo was pretty rough going for my sis. Thankfully she is doing much much better now, but I do wonder how much of her journey has been influenced by all the loving energy from friends, family (and total strangers!) surrounding her. Even if prayer and intentionally channelled love and kindness can’t…
Cancer Again?
Last night I stayed up with my sister Andrea through the night after her first round of chemo (her husband Ave was knocked out with a stomach bug). I’ve never seen anyone cycle through so many weird reactions so quickly. It was a little frightening at first. But she seemed to come back to her…
Outdoor Cancer Therapy
To stop yourself getting cancer you have to avoid things that are known to cause it in the first place, the cancer specialist told my sister Andrea. His top four troublemakers for creating cancer are alcohol, being overweight, smoking and lack of exercise. A good anti-cancer exercise regime includes a minimum of 30 minutes of…
Good News!
Good news – my sister’s breast cancer lumps are out and the surgeon says there is no lymph involvement. She is now cancer free. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! This isn’t the end of her journey to recovery. It is the beginning. But she is looking amazing and I am so proud of how quickly she has…
Healing
As I’ve found life easier to digest, my digestion has eased As I’ve stopped attacking myself for being different, my body has stopped attacking itself As I’ve begun to flow like water around obstacles, my circulation has flowed more freely As I’ve trusted my body to be strong and beautiful, it has responded in kind.
On Seeing
I’ve come to think of my body as my emotional GPS. In other words, physical ailments are really my body’s way of saying ‘Hey, something’s emotionally out of whack.’ Like losing my voice when I am not saying what I feel. This week I had eye problems (AKA ‘not liking what you see’ according to…
The Bee Cure
Spring is my favorite season, but I used to burst out in a symphony of sneezing fits, runny eyes and streaming nose the the moment the spring blooms arrived. Then I discovered a teaspoon-a-day of Bee Pollen cured my hay fever. It works best if you also quit mucous-producing dairy too. Last year I bought…
Soul Love Forever 