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Day 340: more than fluff

6 Dec

Reporting live from Hilton Head.
It’s gorgeous.

At least the view is from the hotel, inside the hotel, in my hotel room. Oh, yes, and the conference center too.

I actually did have a few minutes to sit in a hammock over lunch and listen to the sea breeze and waves all around. I probably could have slept there for hours.

But, I had things to do today — or rather, learn.
It’s Day 2 of NICABM for me.  My first conference here, it’s last.  Kind of ironic.

Today’s agenda: guided imagery.
And, if you think that’s all fluffy-duffy-stuffy, well, you need to meet Belleruth Naparstek.

I was totally engrossed today as she shared her findings, research and results of using guided imagery with military vets who are transitioning back into civillian life or who suffer from Post Traumatic Stress.

Bottom line: it’s works.
The best part is how she created guided meditations just for the military, in a language and style they can relate to and understand (think drill sergeant commanding you to give meditation a try).

It all came about through the heart-wrenching experience of a military vet who lost his son to suicide and wanted to help other families avoid it — even if it meant having to do the ooey-gooey meditation work!  

Hey, even I was slow to join meditation nation and the only thing I have ever gone to battle over was a sweater on sale at Marshalls.

But, really, this is brilliant.

I think it’s safe to say the stress of war has been tough on all of us — especially those on the front lines, and, their families.

Plus, there is a ton of proof to back up the power of guided imagery.  For example, really big scientific words I don’t know how to spell.  Just kidding, you can read more here in Belleruth’s own words.

But, today’s take-away for me was this:  guided imagery is a simple yet effective way to get past the trauma, and cope after the fight/flight/freeze reaction by delivering soothing therapy straight to the reptillian brain.

There are many more guided imagery CD’s on HealthJourneys.com for our other reptilian brain bonanzas (and more!), including stress management, healthy sleep, stop smoking, infertility, depression, weight loss, cancer — there’s even one to help your child to go to sleep at night!

Speaking of…
I’m turning into a pumpkin. 
Sweet dreams.

Day 315: f*ing friday :: freedom

11 Nov

Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Fast-lane.

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:

As in, home sweet home.

Veterans Day.
My grandfather served in the military.  My father served in the military too.

Cousins and even my sister served.  I did not.  It was never a fit for me.

For one, I really hate being yelled at or told what to do.  And, I’ve seen enough movies to know I wouldn’t survive basic training.  Plus, those shoes?

I blame my creative gene.  It causes me to bristle when told there is only one way to do things, to follow, to step in line.  When I am told there is only one way to do things, well… that’s all I need to muster up enough ingenuity to prove that rule wrong.

I’ve always been this way I guess.
Makes for a great artist.  Or calligrapher.  Or oil painter.  Or marketer.  All of which I can do.

But defend, protect and serve?
Well, let’s just say while I have a full expression of the shoe gene the military gene skipped over me.

Which makes me even more thankful and grateful to those who serve.
And, their families.

Today as we unlocked the door to our Florida apartment for the winter I had many thoughts race through my mind about home.

Just where is home?
I have personally lived in many homes.

The warm and loving four bedroom suburban Idaho house with dinner on the table on time every night, a hug before bed and a Christmas full of presents.

My first apartment out of college shared with two other roommates on the edge of Southeast Washington D.C.

The first purchase as a married couple — a palatial unfinished loft in Boston with 22-foot ceilings and enough design challenges to fill Nate Berkus television programming for a year.

A tiny one-bedroom cocoon in my best friend’s parents Massachusetts house to shelter me through the storm — a.k.a. my divorce.

An island bed and breakfast in Vineyard Haven — without the breakfast — where Justin and I rekindled our high school love and began our new life together.

A winter abode in Naples — the land of water fountains, golf courses and white sand beaches — to hibernate away the cold months.

Most of these I rented.
One of these I owned, and then f*ing lost.
And then, one found me in a perfect place I never could have dreamed of.

All I called home.
But I probably wouldn’t have had any of these options without those who served with their time and their lives in the military.

Like my grandfather, and my father, and my cousins and my sister.  And yours too.

Like the ones we celebrate today.
Thank you vets, for all of my homes.



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