My graduation from Ann Wigmore Natural Health Institute. Instead of mortar boards, we donned sprout bags as graduation caps.
It has been three-weeks-and-five-days since my graduation from Ann Wigmore Natural Health Institute, and a three weeks since I have returned home. In spite of 25 days away, and all that I experienced and learned, I am amazed at how quickly the beat of life has come right back into play – in good and not-so-good ways.
Honestly, I had a moment when I arrived back in New York, standing at the luggage claim carousel, where I felt like I had never left. It was, as if, the entire reset-my-life experience was a dream. It is hard for me to comprehend that our brains work that way; so accustomed to patterns that we click into the same-same-sameness all over again, almost immediatly.
I find this lesson – we are creatures of habit, pattern, sameness, familiarity, the devil-you-know or whatever you want to call it – both intimidating and empowering. Read the rest of this entry »
These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way across your face
The sun has set on my final evening in Puerto Rico. Tomorrow will mark my 25th day, here, and my return travel home. Feelings about leaving the Ann Wigmore Natural Health Institute are varied. I’m ready to be home, but I’m not ready to leave.
Yes, Lucia, those are bananas.
There are so many healing things about this place. We are at the end of a little dead-end street, with cute gardens, greenhouses, fruit trees, palms, and the wonderful, blue water. Everyone greets one-another with a smile and nice words when they cross paths. The sun, the moon, and the stars have great presence. The sky is blue, and passing clouds occasionally share their rain. The frogs chirp us all to sleep at night.
It is peaceful and safe.
I’m unclear what it will be like to depart from this protected and protective environment. To return to the hustle, the pressure, the sarcasm. For a little less-than-a-month, I have been responsible only for myself and my well-being. I have been surrounded by people who are doing the same. We have all been supporting one-another through this process. Read the rest of this entry »
freshly harvested sunflower greens
I am a very sensitive person.
Perhaps that seems obvious; perhaps not. Some people have referred to me as empathetic or empathic. I even had someone, who is a Star Trek fan, tell me I was some sort-of betazoid. (I didn’t know what that was, so maybe I’m not so sensitive to Trekkies.)
Anyway, for me, this means I feel you. When we are together or talking over the phone or communicating in some way, much of the time, I can feel your energy, or your vibe, or your mojo, or your emotions, or that “thing” that is dominating your personality, at the moment. Even if we don’t know one-another very well, if I read your writing or listen to your podcast or hear your music, I feel connected to you. Read the rest of this entry »