YOP!! That one last yop put it over the top!!

Teaching the youngster to feed

Teaching the youngster to feed (Photo credit: foxypar4)

I am here! I am here! I am here!

In the past few weeks I have had the experience of invisibility. In traffic, in line ups, walking down the street, people seem to not notice me. I have not had any huge mishaps or accidents, but I find it more than a little strange, since I drive a bright yellow car and I am usually chasing after my (almost) four year old. It is all interesting timing as the date of my first mind-body health workshop fast approaches.

A shift happened when I put together the sneaky code the universe uses to tell us the content of our thoughts. This metaphorical universe is wise. “Feeling invisible? Here try being invisible!” Of course, I am very much made of matter, and what a funny joke it all is. I had to ask myself, am I ready to be seen? Am I really ready for all that I have been asking for?

Mmmostly. For a long time, a very tentative “mostly” was all I could muster. But, today, driving my bright yellow car, I thought “YOP!” Was every who in whoville shouting? No, they were not! So I cheered up my internal sherker and shouted YOP! I am ready to be seen. I am ready to live and experience all of my wishes. Ready to give and show up fully for the people who are asking for me.

I am a great teacher. I read a lot. Constantly. If you need a book, or an answer, or a place to get started, I will find it. Or at least try my best. Or at least send you home with more questions to ponder. I love figuring things out. I see connections most people don’t. I have a brain trained in science , but a heart full of poems, and hands that heal. I love people, plants, crystals, music, writing, bugs, birds, and the planet with equal passion and enthusiasm.

I learn. I heal. I teach. You learn. You heal. You teach. This is the cycle. Transformation always occurs by a magical process from within. Within each person are all the resources needed to manifest everything they have always wanted. I show people their own brilliance and stand back and let them change, heal, grow.



Happy Holidays

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The calendar is creeping slowly toward Christmas and I find something odd happening. I am beginning to love the Holidays. Now, I have always liked the Holiday season, I’m no Grinch, but I am finding this Holiday to be a magical time.

Maybe it is having a little boy who is just starting to understand the whole Christmas thing. I get to experience, re-experience, the joy of Christmas. Every morning my little guy sits patiently on the floor waiting for me to plug in the lights on the Christmas tree. We bake cookies together and watch ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’ (the real one with the cartoons). Then he runs around the house singing the Who songs. Somehow, his unconditional approach to new experiences has caught. So here I am revelling in the magic of fir trees and twinklely lights.

Happy Holidays.

This rhyming stuff is hard

Cat in the Hat

Ah the calendar flip! How does this happen? Every year we get a brief splash of orange and black just before we get bombarded with green and red. But with the change in seasonal palette we also get new opportunities for growth. The National Novel Writing Month has started and you can practically hear the creativity crackling through the air. I’ve modified the concept of writing a novel in one month to create a Seuss inspired children’s book this month.

The first day. I started, like I do most things in my life, with careful research into strange language. Anapestic tetrameter. I know. It sounds like a disease. It is the academic, super smart way of describing the Seussian rhythm behind his mad rhymes. After an hour or so of trying to figure out how I could figure out if a syllable is stressed or not, I just started writing.

I have a couple of pages that are a long, long way from looking like anything resembling a children’s book. But the point of this month is just to write, not to write well. The ‘well’ part of the writing comes from practice and gentle editing done long after the initial mess of creativity. Right now, I am learning to write in a whole new style, so I have decided to chill out and stop trying to make it perfect. 🙂

I learned something today. I really don’t understand the language of describing language. C’mon! Anapestic tetrameter? Be serious. This doesn’t make any sense to me. But when I forget about all that stuff and feel the thump thump bump of the books I love, it all starts flowing. I also couldn’t find an antecedent if I stabbed myself in the eyeball with one. Most of that English class stuff I learned for the exam, but most of everything I know about grammar, usage and structure, I know by feel. It either sounds right, or it sounds wrong. I learned by repetition, and some patient editors, to sense the difference.

So my whole goal is to immerse myself in the fluid soup of words and rhythm and rhyme over the next month. And when the calendar flips again I will bring out my green and red editing pens. Til then it is all thumpa bumpa bump. 😀

Seuss Feet

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This blog takes its name from a line in Dr. Seuss‘ “The Foot Book“. I love that book as I do with most things Seussian. Like many of us, I grew up listening to the meter and rhyme of Dr. Seuss books. There is a spark of magic contained in those stories. Learning the value of sharing, gratitude and generosity are the subtext of many of Seuss’ works. They are a favorite during story time at our house.

For me, “The Foot Book” takes on a new meaning since I’m a reflexologist. The book seemed to be a perfect visualization for me to manifest my dream of working full-time on my Dharma, rubbing feet for a living and opening a healing centre just outside of Calgary, then maybe some all over the world. While I would love to just jump and quit my day job, I’m finding that my path is a one-step-at-a-time deal (at least for right now). I’ve always gotten the sense that my healing career would take off suddenly someday and I would then get to hang on and enjoy the ride. Like most paths to success, mine is a twisty-turny one where I sometimes can’t clearly see what the next step is. Do I bravely step off the ledge, like Indiana Jones, or do I keep waxing-on waxing-off, like Karate Kid? I’m guessing my path is more of a Karate Kid, one. (I’m gonna need a montage!)

Back to Seuss! I’ve been writing poetry for a while now. It is always a gutsy thing to say “I’m a poet”, because it pushes you out on the plank of labels and judgement. (“Arrrrr! So you think you’re a poet, aaay? Recite something witty and charming or you’ll be walking the plank, lassie!”, says Captain Critic, Pirate of Poetry.) So I’ll just say that I write poetry and sidestep all that other stuff. I write free-form poetry that just sort of flows out of my heart and onto the page. I do my best to stay with the spirit of the poem so rarely pay attention to meter and I never rhyme when I’m writing. But lately I’ve been thinking of writing a Seuss inspired children’s book, and I’m faced with the structure of both meter and rhyme.

While I love to torture my husband with my awful white-girl rapping (I Love You Missy Elliot!), I’m considerably challenged when it comes to rhyming in poetry or other writing. Rhyming reminds me of trying to complete English homework in grade six. It was excruciating back in those days to be creative. Mainly because I was trying to get an A and not listening to the calling of my heart. To any teachers out there who encourage your students to listen to their hearts, God Bless You (or the metaphysical being of your choice, please shower this person with lucky charms or bazillions of dollars). Still, I am intrigued by the challenge of a project like this for a number of reasons.

Besides improving my rapping talent, it will push me to delve into a style of writing that I have not explored since junior high. Also, reading to my son has made me aware that the book I want to read to him hasn’t been written yet. Based on my nearly non-stop consumption of spiritual and metaphysical books, I have particular ideas about what messages we want to tell our kids. On top of that, our kids often don’t need to be told some things that parents do. Things like “You are a strong and powerful person”. Kids, particularly small kids, usually have no sense of themselves as inferior to anyone else. When I tell my son he is a great kid, he usually says “Yeah, great kid” in a tone that says, ‘yeah I know, tell me something I don’t know’. So since most books I read to him I want to rewrite, why not write my own?

I’ve been thinking about the National Novel Writing Month challenge, but perhaps I will have my own challenge. A month of writing like Dr. Seuss. Instead of writing a novel of 50,000 words, I could write a children’s book of 1,500 words. I did some research and Dr. Seuss books are longer than the average early reader books that are published now. So since my muse is Seuss, I’ll stick with his format. I figure since I am rhyming and following a set structure it will take about a month to finish writing. I might also get brave and try some illustrating too, which is another thing I haven’t done since junior high. Yikes! Look at me jumping off the high dive!

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