Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Why I wrote the play I wrote

I was honored to be a finalist this month in The Modern Works Festival at Urbanite Theatre in Florida. It was an incredible experience.
In the feedback sessions I was asked why I wrote my play "Stalking."

The point of me creating and writing a theatrical piece of this nature was to highlight the deep roots that are set when abuse, physical and or emotional, take place.
Without a doubt - anything you have said in spite to another person was felt.
How much do we remember of childhood taunts? All of us can easily recall the words that stung.
No matter how small, and of course how large, some of them will remain.

So imagine the disrespect, fear, pain and bewilderment of a violation to your body. To your mind.
To the intimate part of yourself. To how the brain deciphers that situation. How the body physically holds the memory. How our brain will capture that as a lifetime warning enclosed in primal fear.

I wrote this play for those who do not care to remember their loss of virginity. For those who cannot remember. I wrote it for every generation effected. I wrote it for every victim. For those that have nightmares, some not really knowing why and those who absolutely know why.

And this damage is created by our fellow human beings. It is created by the same being us as that has arms, legs, brains and hearts. When will we stop? When will we recognize the thin lines between good and bad?

I am not alone in thanking the people who are now standing and telling their truth.
I thank the parents who are now bringing up their children in education for what is wrong and what is right. What is beautiful. What is hopeful and the fragility that is us.
I am grateful for those audience members who told me that this story must be shared. To the young man who told me that it made him think.

I am thankful for those who have the courage and desire to make a change.
For every tiny shift toward a new positive reaction we have a movement for the better.
For as many ripples of negativity from one bad action, I believe there are positive waves from the good.

For those who experience trauma and question where the hope can be found.
You are experiencing it, because it is within the discomfort, the sadness and the realization that we need better options. That we do have better choices and we can find that difference.

It is not necessarily forgiveness that we need.
It is courage. It is energy. It is strength. There is where you find the hope.

As the character, Magda, states in my play: "I will not be the victim. I will be the hurricane that destroyed her."
We must realize that we can use this energy for good. Unlike Magda who is sadly trapped.

To have this opportunity to use my passion of writing for theater was a dream for me. For all those who cheered me on, I will not let you down and will continue to share. Thank you.






Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Losing the Yes, but..............

This is a difficult post to write because it's a tender one. And a happy one.
Anyone who has suffered a significant loss, will understand the complication of saying you are happy.

I have had six birthdays now as a widow. All of them were made special by dearest friends. Extremely special. Plans that were simple or extravagant, always very personal, all involving cake and all arranged with love.

This year was a first. A very, big, slightly overwhelming, tender, fragile, amazing first for me.

This year was the first year that I could say, I felt happy without there being a part inside of me that screamed Yes But.............
Because as someone who has lost someone close, you appreciate everything so much more and find yourself saying that you are happy, while there is part of you yearning and holding such a deep rooted sadness. I had accepted that part of me would always be sad. I never expected it to go.
I would read messages saying "Have an Amazing day" and think yes, but truthfully, there is only one thing now that would amaze me and that's David coming back.

I was wrong.

This was my amazing day - that this year, I did not have the "Yes, but ............."
And I was shocked. Slightly nervous.
In fact I waited for something to happen to shake me into a realization.
Then the guilt arrived and the questions of did this mean I was forgetting? How could I ever forget such an incredible part of my life, of my heart?

It hit me - no - it isn't forgetting. It doesn't require guilt. Quite the opposite.
It is a powerful turning point in my life, where I can say I loved tremendously and life happened to change the physicality of what I had and now life has also presented me with the choice to live fully, with all the knowledge and experience I have and even more.

It is a step allowing myself the gift of laughter, of joy and love, yes love again in my life. To trust again.
The gift where I have said to myself that I love and respect myself and I'm ready to share that part of me with the world. Because of everything I have been through, absolutely everything, I deserve to be genuinely happy.

This may seem like a simple step for anyone who has not lost a partner.
For me though, it felt like stepping off a cliff with a bungee rope tied to my thumb, no, a bungee rope held with my little finger.
To admit to everyone and mostly myself that I am a loving woman living right now who is excited to be alive. To be busy. To have a voice. To share my words. To be growing and to be finding new opportunities.
To have found another hand to take and turn to and make plans with. Thank you Gary.
To say I love you and to welcome it in return.

I never thought this moment would arrive and here it is. I'm in it, fully present and fully functioning.
Nobody is judging me or punishing me for being happy, far from it and, most importantly, I haven't lost anything, I have gained even more.

I always said there is no getting over or moving on - and I'm right.
It's bigger than that, it's a deeper acceptance that occurs. A stronger bond and connection that is so powerful that it embraces everything you desire, want and need.

So please, please, with all my heart - those dear tender people out there who are feeling their loss and the pain, keep turning that love back to you and keep the energy flowing, for it does grow into something else that you cannot understand or imagine yet. That you dare not believe yet.

I promise the "yes but,......." can blossom into a YES THANK YOU.

Always with love xxxx






Friday, September 7, 2018

Purpose of Instructions

I was facilitating a program this week and handed over an instruction sheet.
A participant waved the sheet in front of me and asked in a panic "Do I have to buy all of this?"
I said "Buy what?"
He again pointed to the sheet and using his six year old panic voice he squealed "All of this!"
By the way he was a forty year old executive in a great suit, but his ego and fear of the task wasn't.

The sheet he was waving between us was a set of guidelines to follow in order to achieve the task.
It was not a list of things to purchase, but in his head, he had decided what it was before reading.
He looked quite angry when I suggested just reading it.
I said it would really help him. He wasn't happy with that answer. He actually failed the task.

How human of us, to make these judgments and notions of what it is before we really do the research. How human of us to want to race in and get everything done, as though the Guinness Book of Records is watching with their hungry stop watch.

Yes it takes courage to embrace any change or new challenge, and oh how we love to be the super hero and dive right in to prove to ourselves and everyone else how bold and brave we are.
I am beginning to truly value the moments before the leap however.
When you can read the instruction card slowly.
When you can check in with yourself - is this what I want? What do I really need to set in place as my foundation so that I can explore and be present? What do I want? What do I need?

Last night I was confused as to why my front door wasn't opening.
It wasn't opening because I was pushing my car key fob at the door!
No matter how hard I pushed that fob, my front door wouldn't open.
No kidding Jayne, but my anxious head was busy in my to do list of what I needed to do once back
inside.
Panic zone, panic zone and only myself had put me into that - and miracle, and joy of joys, it's only me to get me out of that. So I stopped, reminding myself that I wasn't in charge of making the next moment in the world turn, it is capable of doing that itself.
All I needed to do was open the door to get inside.

It's OK to stop, break down your actions and don't forget to read the instructions.
It's all here to help us.





Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Rain in Ogunquit

This morning in Ogunquit, Maine it poured and poured with rain. It’s a summer day and expectations are high for beach, sunbathing and walking.
The small stores open with hopeful faces that people will visit between running to avoid the puddles - in fact a stream is traveling along Shore and Main Street.

By 4pm the rain has stopped and the clouds quickly roll away to reveal a bright blue sky and the sun beats down to dry everything and kiss the cold away with its warmth.

People again appear in the streets with their shorts and flip flops. Some go to the beach again with the reassurance that it’s summer as planned.

My observation is how quickly we re set. How plans are changed, option B replaces A and we face it all with the knowledge that we are ok and doing our best.

These changes described are only regarding the weather of course, though it shows to me the ability we have to adapt, accept and create a new plan. How our focus can be adjusted as swiftly as the umbrella is raised.

What a gift it was to see this beautiful little town seeped in sunshine and also washed with rain. It endured and flourishes - the flowers and grasses grateful for it all.

Perhaps we are far more capable of change than we realize and if we all notice that days will surprise us as much as the weather will change - then we can accept that and place our power in what to do in that very next moment. Not lingering in the what if and the piece that says - but I wanted to do that.

We are far more braver and creative than we realize. We can adapt and accept with grace and ease, perhaps even becoming aware of new thoughts and opportunities that our original plan may not have produced. We did after all, design the umbrella.

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Better Days to Follow

I stood for a moment this morning and literally felt all energy and determined action spinning around me. Life moves so quickly and the most effective way to manage it is to stop and pause. Do nothing for a moment. Dare I say, allow some magic to do it's best within that moment. And by magic I mean your faith, your true power.
I swear there are things in action that we have no control over and that they are there to help us.

This post is for those who are going through grief and great change in some measure. Of a job, a loved one, an animal, a home. Whatever the loss, it has its whirlwind energy that can destruct and then, if allowed, it will redesign and build.

I did not believe someone when they told me three years ago that I would feel differently, and yet here I am, six years into my own grief and I do, feel differently.
For all the hard work and focus I brought to my situation, something empowered me late last year to embrace something new. For all the positive affirmations I say, the candles I light and the version of prayers I whisper, something took me by the hand and heart to lead me to the next part of my life.
One that is creating new possibilities, opportunities and new love.

I remember at my hardest point, thinking how on earth does grieving arrive at healing? How do I get there?
I'm here to state, that on top of all the hard work that you do, it is also important to stop and pause.
We have to learn to trust, and I truly believe, this may be the hardest part of our human experience.
To trust. To have faith. To believe that whatever is for our highest good will occur.

I am not ignoring the realism that life is hard and tragedy does hit. We are slammed with the tough stuff, a lot. Yet I do believe that support and comfort surrounds us. That we cry in order to arrive at hope and to see possible solutions. Sometimes the solution can only be the management of pain, and we have to accept that nothing can be perfect. I have never thought that being fulfilled and happy contains perfect. I would rather giggle through karaoke with great joy than attempt at perfect.
(Apologies to all my dear amazing singer friends!) I would rather read something with a spelling mistake that makes me think and lifts my spirit than wade through a heavy book of words I do not understand. (Apologies to all my dear amazing literary friends!)

For all those out there, aching with loss, because I know it is an overwhelming pain at times, please just stop. Just for a moment. Let it be. No analyzing it. No fighting it and no adding pace to it.
If your heart can feel this much weight, it can also give you the strength to move through.
It needs the space and freedom to do that.
No human being ever made a healthy decision through pain or anger.
And this is annoying because we want to read a map with solid instructions.
Step one: Take three pills a day with cider vinegar and spin round to face East once at midnight.
Nope! There is no step by step manual.

I am ashamed to say there was an important part of my life, where I said regularly, "I hate my life."
I recognize now it was because I was in so much fear about what was going on, and trust me, saying I hated my life, did absolutely nothing to help that situation. Far, far from it.
So if you are there, in that muddy, stuffy place where anger is constantly tap dancing on your shoulder - stop, pause. You have to. You deserve better. You'll never figure out that algebra problem by screaming at it.

There is only one way to approach it all, and it's the hardest, simplest, most powerful way to do anything and everything - love.

This is what I never understood, until I felt it, and I mean truly, authentically, honestly, hands all over myself felt it - that love will give you everything you need. And to get there - just stop, and give that love to you.
Completely, utterly, divinely to you - I promise you, better days to follow.

Thursday, August 2, 2018

August 1st as One Year

Yesterday, August 1st, marked one year since our dear friend Linda Pestana endured a traumatic fall.
Her entire life changed. From a healthy, hard working woman, she is now paralyzed from the neck down. She cannot do anything without assistance - and yet.................
Here is an incredible woman with the strongest spirit you will ever encounter.

Here is a woman who said that yesterday was about celebrating what we have.
I wrote to her and her amazing husband, Lou, about not looking back. That our responsibility is living in the moment, paying attention to what is around us, right now. There is a freedom in that. I use the word freedom with caution as I feed Linda, scratch her nose and brush her hair. I see what she goes through without truly knowing her total experience of it.

I guess, our past is about teaching us. It shows us what we want and what we do not want.
All of it deserves respect, even the difficult, sometimes traumatic events, as it shines a light on how fragile and how incredibly strong we are. That we all have that opportunity every moment to exceed what our minds think we can do. We are so very much more than that.

I taught a workshop myself this week and stressed how not to take short cuts. To dig deeper. Find the root of what is truly going on and solve that. Not the petty issues that complicate and weigh us down. It's all so simple when your mind and body are functioning well. Let's not wait until the real matters occur to be everything we truly can be. There are things to be learnt by looking back, but nothing to gain from playing the comparison game.

Linda is moving forward by seeing what she can share now from her new point of view.
From her heart, there are powerful days of gratitude and love. She calls it "learning the art of pain." She and Lou, shine and sweat from their hard work to thrive. They laugh and they cry. Every day she wakes and thinks, what now? And she does that with a purpose to make a difference. When they face the fear of when the wheelchair gets caught, when an infection spreads fiercely, when a cushion that brought comfort yesterday doesn't help today.
It is a constant adjustment and they do it like a ballet, not an aggressive fighting war march.
They approach it all with dignity and there is so much we can learn from that.

We have no idea of what this next year will bring - we do know though, that we embrace rather than push back and hide. Now that is a powerful way of living.

Excerpt from the new book from Linda Pestana:

Look at me as I look at you and together let’s shout I’m here and I’m important.
If I could ask you to do one thing, right now, could you point to yourself? Where did you point? So many of us, point to our heads, our noses, our stomachs, how many of us point to our hearts? Our hearts are where our story begins. That’s what keeps us knowing – we only know our story – no one else does. You have a mission and a purpose, please don’t wait until something happens to fulfill what you need to do as a human being on this earth.
Only love heals our hearts. Connect to that, the most genuine resource there is, and you will receive everything you need.










Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Making Room for Narnia

Tidying up my wardrobe this week, which included my Joan Crawford impression with the determined declaration of "No wire hangers!" I wondered when I ever thought bold stripes looked good on me and why so much orange? Be honest, dear friends, when have you seen me wearing orange?
Two large bags for the donation center later, I find myself within a pile of black tights and socks.
Take yourself back to the movie "Close Encounters of the Third Kind". Remember Richard Dreyfuss with his mountain of mashed potato? Well I have that, but with a tangle of socks and tights. So many and yes it is the cliche that none of them match. And yes I think - what does it matter, black is black and no one will notice. Until I remember the number of times I have been behind people at the security airport line and noticed how their socks do not match. No judgment, just observation and the secret, quiet joy that I'm perfect as my socks match, or do not have holes. Perhaps I will get a free upgrade because security will tell the pilot: "good pair of socks coming your way."

Then I play the clothing tennis game of donate versus keep versus burn before admitting I ever wore that. Should I really donate that blouse? I liked it once. Or the beloved attachment to the jeans that looked good for the first twenty years. I own clothing older than my passport and still expect it to look great.

HOWEVER - it is wonderfully liberating to tidy some things. Organize a drawer or two in order to make room for something new. That for once, I realize that I feel a brand new beginning without dread or the pull of guilt in letting go. That I recognize, suddenly, that me diving into the Narnia wardrobe mission is actually me making new room.

This is an important anniversary week for me. One that is full of love. My sadness is easing and being replaced with a deep respect and understanding of what we must experience if we are bold enough to truly live.

A happiness I once had and lost is also one that has allowed me to grow and smile again. How could I ever deny myself that experience when it flows through me so vibrantly to connect me to so very much?

I want to tell everyone that it is OK to continue to love. In fact, it is healthier. That the only thing I truly feel proud of is how hard I loved even when I knew it was all fading away. Perhaps that is my purpose, my gift, and now I live and smile to share that.
The important stuff is not hanging in our wardrobes. It is not what we wear or own. It is also not in our photographs, stories or memories.
It is not in what we leave behind - it is how we are standing right here, right now. What we dare to reach out toward and embrace. What we see as we look into another pair of eyes, and more importantly, what we see as we look into our own reflection.

It is within the moment in front of us. The now, the here, where everything lives. Where you find your courage, your answers, your needs. Pay attention. It's right there. It expands, wow, does it expand. Some things are not about struggle or endurance. Our brain tricks us to believe differently, but the truth is far beyond limitations or endings.
It is all eternal and it's magnificent, joyous and simply waiting for us to notice. Here is where you will find your authentic voice, the one that says no and the one that says yes.

It is a simple choice to understand that this is the time for the wonder and pure privilege of breathing and making room for more.



With love to David and all he taught me xxxxxxxxx 
January 9th 1954 to July 20th 2012