Together

December 9, 2013

not alone

My soul is feeling things these days that I can’t quite name. On one level there’s joy and glad anticipation of what life holds ahead. And there’s gratitude for what’s in my life and in my arms each day already.

On another there’s a kind of grief going on. The shifting nature of life – the way friendships and life seasons and circumstances come and go: I don’t always have peace with this.

This week my practice when I feel these tougher feelings is to put my hand on my heart and send love to whatever part of me is feeling them. To tell that part of me, “I’m here. I’m listening. I’m sorry you’re feeling blue.”

It doesn’t make the feelings disappear, but it helps life feel softer and kinder, which, goodness – isn’t nothing. Grief needs soft places to land.

I’m sending you love and linking arms with you in a special way if you’re feeling this mix of things, too. I’m glad we’re in this being-human thing together.

Kristin Noelle

 

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Your Great Work

December 5, 2013

Showing Up

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My body is my guru: Chris Zydel

December 3, 2013

Chris Zydel

 

Please welcome Chris Zydel to our My Body Is My Guru series! Chris is a bright, warm light in our world and I feel nurtured and healed just being in her presence (if you can be with her in person, DO!). Her words here make me take a deep breath of self acceptance. I hope they do the same for you.

 

Body Of Knowledge. Body Of Wisdom. Body Of Love.

My body has been my teacher throughout my life but I must say I have not always been the most willing or enthusiastic student. And I seem to be in constant need of remedial learning.

My journey with my body as my guide began in my early twenties when I was suffering from a painful and ongoing depression. My family was concerned for me and tried to help by paying for some visits to a local and well respected psychiatrist.

For a couple of months I went weekly to this guys wood paneled office, where he sat in a plumped up black leather chair behind a huge and imposing wooden desk writing on a yellow notepad as I talked. In between naps ( yes, he would literally fall asleep during our sessions), when he wasn’t doodling on his note pad, he would look up at me and say ” Don’t worry. One of these days you’ll meet a man, get married, have kids and everything will be alright.”

Obviously this supposed “therapy” wasn’t exactly working.

I kept searching for some kind of solution to my pain and one day while scouring a local bookstore I came across a book by a guy named Alexander Lowen called Depression and The Body and the path for my life’s journey was set.

I eventually moved to California, studied massage, Bio-energetics, Reichian bodywork and a bunch of other body based therapies and began the journey of healing my relationship to my emotional self through the wisdom of my body.

I learned through these modalities that being part of this western culture meant that I was taught to repress and ignore my emotions. To try and talk myself out of them and rationalize them away. To denigrate my emotional experience as having no value. Which led to a life lived primarily in my mind.

I learned that patterns, trauma and ancient stories all lived inside of my muscles, bones, flesh and nervous system. I experienced the power of feeling and releasing various emotions through dance, stomping, growling, howling, crying, twirling, bounding, playing and just generally moving my body while making sounds.

I discovered that feeling AND expression of difficult emotions, counterintuitively led to a profound experience of aliveness and joy. I slowly began to recognize that everything is energy and there is no such thing as good or bad energy. There is only energy that is conscious or unconscious, expressed or unexpressed, hidden or revealed.

And that continually expressing this energy kept me feeling vital and connected to my most deeply authentic self.

Like most lessons this was one that I needed to learn over and over again. Fast forward to my early 40′s when I began having problems with my back. I would lift something or bend in a weird way and find myself in excruciating back spasms lying on the couch for days at a time unable to move.

Once again it was a book that saved me, John Sarno’s The Mindbody Prescription: Healing The Body, Healing The Pain. In this book he talked about how there is an epidemic of pain syndromes such as chronic back pain, that have at their root repressed emotions, most often resentment, grief and rage. And that these emotions are often related to a set of behaviors and attitudes, primarily perfectionism, overachieving and looking outside of oneself for approval.

He talked about how certain emotions are considered to be dangerous and forbidden and rather than admit that we have them, we unconsciously choose the strategy of excruciating pain as a way to distract ourselves from our true feelings.

Once I admitted ( again) the reality of what I was feeling and recognized that these psychological patterns of trying too hard to be something that I was not were wreaking havoc on my body, I miraculously gained relief from the pain.

Going through menopause in my 50′s was another opportunity to allow my body to lead the way. It was a volatile time on the physical level as my body went through the process of adjusting to changes in my hormonal systems which affected every aspect of my being, from insomnia to bone numbing exhaustion to brain fog to joint pain and emotions that ran the gamut from euphoria, to irritability to crying uncontrollably for no reason.

This period in my life led to radical shifts in my identity and an increased commitment to self care.

I had always identified myself as a loving and generous person, but my body was letting me know, in no uncertain terms, that certain patterns of putting others needs ahead of my own was only leading to ever increasing physical and emotional suffering. I had to admit that I had limits and boundaries on my time and energy. That I didn’t have endless reserves and that I needed to fill my own well on a regular basis. That I needed to put my needs for care and nurturance first and could no longer abuse my body with overwork and using substances like sugar or coffee to prop up my depleted physical system.

Now I am in my early 60′s and my body is talking to me in new and interesting ways, although many of the themes are still the same.

I am in an ongoing healing dance with adrenal exhaustion and a couple of injurious falls that have led to problems with my back of a more mechanical nature.

My body is once again asking me to pay attention to my needs for rest, for time that is devoted to being and not always doing, to my own creative process. It is most certainly the boss and if I ignore it’s demands I pay dearly with immobility and increased couch time.

When I fight the messages from my body, as if it is somehow the enemy trying to thwart my efforts to have a good life, I always end up with increased experiences of suffering.

But if I pay attention to where it is trying to lead me, I am rewarded with a deeper connection to what has true meaning for me. To what feeds my soul. To what brings me the greatest joy and aliveness. To what feels good on all levels.

I have learned over these many years, sometimes the hardest way possible, that my body is not only my teacher but my dearest and wisest friend. That it only wants what will ultimately make me happy and lead to my greatest sense of well being. And that it is always way smarter than I want to admit.

I am Chris Zydel, Wild Heart Queen + founder of Creative Juices Arts, and I have an unshakeable faith in the power of creative self expression to heal hearts and to change lives. I also know deep in my bones that everyone is deeply, wonderfully and gloriously creative. I am on a mission to prove that to the world by providing nurturing and joy-filled sanctuaries of encouragement, permission and trust in the sacred energy of play and creativity that lives inside of us all.

You can find out more about me and my work at http://www.creativejuicesarts.com

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Thank You

November 26, 2013

ThankYou
Sending love to you this Thanksgiving week, and deep wishes that you find moments of stillness and enoughness in the midst of all your plans,

Kristin Noelle

P.S. If you need a little hand-hold for upcoming family time – which let’s face it, isn’t always easy, no matter how much love surrounds it – I made this book for you.

P.P.S. Santa Pause begins officially THIS SUNDAY, with introductions heading out on Saturday. If you’ve been meaning to sign up, or want to learn more about this chance to gently nourish trust this holiday season, now’s the time to go here.

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Calling on your strength

November 22, 2013

New Way

If I could circle with you and the beat of many drums, I'd want to dance a dance of fierceness and love and determination to make a new world together. A world where fear is only background noise and not what guides us. A world where trust loosens all our hearts and the soil of our imaginations and unleashes wave upon wave of new leaders and new businesses and new relationships and new movements and new art that all get how connected we all are, how crazy able we are to address complex challenges in win-win ways, and how our planet needs this of us.

Rise up in the life that you're currently living - not the life that you'll be living someday when you get everything in order and figure out your purpose and the kids are all raised.

Rise up in the specific and maddening relationships you're navigating today.

Rise up in your work place and on the bus and in the quiet of your living spaces.

Rise up and say,

Enough of being stuck; enough of being wilted; enough of being numb; enough of avoiding the work I feel called to; enough of being gripped by jealousy and bitterness and victimhood.

Rise up and say,

Today, in this moment, and the next, is my chance to let trust be my guide. Is my chance to soften all my muscles and my fight-ready fists as many times as I can think of it and open up my hands and heart and mind to love and inspiration.

Today is my chance to call on strength and trust in ways I often don't think of doing and pour these into things that help and heal and re-order.

Today is my chance to be a trust warrior on behalf of Earth and on behalf of the people that I love and on behalf of my own heart that's so ready to live beyond the walls and containments that fear has created there.

Rise up.

And tell me if there are ways I can support you doing so.

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Heart to Art: Surprise

November 15, 2013

A reader writes:

About 5 years ago, I reached one of those crossroads in life and agonized over which fork to take. Ultimately, my partner (now husband) and I veered right… we bought land, built a house on it, and really settled into this place.

But what I really never gave up hoping for was the impossible: both. I wanted to continue going on outdoor adventures for a couple months every year and working in between and living lightly AND sink into one place until the ground conforms to my shape. Recently, the quiet voice that asks, “What happened? I thought we were going to do it all?” has been harder to quiet.

I remember the reasons why I chose this fork, and they haven’t changed. I wish it was simply that I wanted to follow the left fork instead, because I’m sure I could forge a path across and meet up. Instead, I feel stuck measuring myself against my hopes. The standard was unrealistic, but it doesn’t lessen the doubt that I feel.
 

Surprise

 
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May my life be a healing story

November 6, 2013

HealingStory

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When the sky is dark

October 28, 2013

table_chair
I want to tell you that this table and this chair
comfort me in these moments
when the sky is dark
and the kids are asleep
and my yearning surfaces

- that mystery that rises up
like mist does in the valley where I grew as a child,
covering homes and streets and eyelashes
with wet and cold,
making strangers of familiar roads
and everything slow just when you want to get there fast.

I sit here with yearning on my eyelashes,
my eagerness to arrive
at enlightenment
and order in my home
dishes washed
lunches made
well-restedness
a wardrobe I like and that fits
friendships deepened
emails sent
financial security
books read
knowing to my bones that I’m enough
and the trust that makes everything – everything – feel softer and more kind:
that eagerness for arrival
a misty cloak around all possible routes away from here.

But this table, this chair
they hold me.
Their strength and solidity:
pure gift.

“You are here,” they say.
“Here.”
As though the trees they once were whisper
of the earth their roots once knew
the sun their leaves once lifted toward instinctually
the growth that held no angst for them to do.
 
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Monk Manifesto

October 14, 2013

Miracles

While I tend to much behind the scenes this week (get ready for a new design here and a new offering!), I want to share a project that’s been such a joy to be part of (and includes the image above!).

Christine Valters Paintner of Abbey of the Arts is a deep, soulful woman doing wonderful work in the world (formerly based in Seattle, now in Ireland). In addition to so much else, she’s created a Monk Manifesto, whose eight principles are a rich resource for reflection and meditation – whether you consider yourself a monk or not, or religious or not.

I was honored when she asked me to create images to go along with the seven principles of that manifesto and again this month when she invited me to illustrate an eighth principle she recently, heartfully added – one of my very favorites (hint: it has to do with DANCE)!

Come see the visual meditation she’s put together of all eight principles + illustrations, accompanied by the beautiful music of Trish Bruxvoort Colligan. And while you’re at it, check out all of Christine’s work (courses, books, etc.)!

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Heart to Art: I want to LIVE

October 11, 2013

A reader writes:

In March 2012 I was found to have a fairly large ovarian mass after some abdominal pain. I was sent to a gynecological oncologist who unequivocally recommended a complete hysterectomy which I had about a week later. The mass was tested and found to be malignant, PLUS a malignant smaller uterine tumor was also found, however, the pathology report was such that the cancer had been caught early enough and the cells a certain type so that NO chemo or radiation was recommended, there was no metastasis, and I was told I have a 90% chance of living a long and normal life. I am turning 53 in a few weeks.

I work in hospice care and I know that ovarian is one of the worst cancer diagnoses to have, mainly because it usually reveals no symptoms nor is diagnosed until it has spread so far that living five years post-diagnosis is not all that common. My experience of having no mets, and not needing chemo, etc. is almost unbelievable, it is so rare. And more than a year later, with fairly frequent follow-up by my oncologist, I seem to be doing fine health-wise.

BUT. .. .trusting my body to continue to be healthy is not easy for me. That’s understandable I think, yet, with almost every little ache or pain or unusual sensation, especially in my abdomen (or breast, since I’m now at greater risk of breast cancer too) I feel this underlying anxiety at worst and an unsettled pause, at best, that cancer is again in my body and will lead to a shorter lifespan. I don’t talk about it a lot because it makes my spouse, friends and family either worried or, possibly, tired of hearing about it. And when I meet a woman in my work who has or has had ovarian cancer and is now within weeks or months of dying, it can sometimes give me great pause. . .I breathe deeply, and am grateful, but also sobered.

Sometimes I’d like to be able to just throw caution to the wind, just live my life and revel in every moment and be joyful! But to be honest, I’ve really struggled, especially recently, with doing that. I feel I might be able to breathe a little easier after the two-year mark, as I was told that if the cancer recurred, it would most likely do so within the first two years. But who knows if I will?

A side struggle with trust is trusting the future, that I even will have one! I almost can’t think about planning something that would be a long-term commitment, like returning to school, or planning a big cross-country or international trip, or changing jobs that might require reduced income temporarily (not to mention changing health insurance).

So, there you have it. I’m surviving emotionally, relationally, socially and spiritually, but certainly not thriving at present. And I wonder if TRUST might have a lot to do with the difference between surviving and thriving.


I Want To Live


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