I was backpacking alone in Utah, carrying a huge pack on my skinny hips that looked like raw meat. I felt invincible, capable, with every step validating that there is nothing I can’t do. I loved it! That was many years ago.Read More
The Estuary Blog
Throughout their work and lives, our staff and friends of The Estuary become inspired and do some occasional inspirational writings. We have created this blog for them to share their thoughts, writings, and feelings with you.
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I went to see my psychiatrist a few weeks ago for the sole purpose of having her increase my anti-depressants. I walk in confidently, sit down and tell her, "I need to up my medication. I have been depressed. I think I need the change."
She smiles and says, "How is your yoga going?"Read More
I just had an ionic foot detox last week. This process is supposed to release the toxins from the body and whether or not it was successful, I have to say that it was a nice treat to have my feet relax in warm water for 45 minutes. As I closed my eyes and enjoyed a moment of stillness, I could not help but wonder about the importance of not only detoxing my physical body but also detoxing my mind. Our world is so busy and filled with so much noise, surely a detox from it would be just as refreshing.Read More
Tuesday, Crying Again!
This morning I found my eighty-four-year-old mother sleeping with her legs hanging off one side of the bed. She has gotten much weaker and can't pull her legs up onto the bed anymore. She could last week, why not this week? She cries out in pain as I pull her to sitting position - I have to hold her back so she doesn't fall back on the bed. Everything with her is a chore - hard labor! I flinch when her pain makes her cry out. Her hip muscle has stretched from lying like that all night. I finally get her to her recliner and get some Tylenol down her throat. “Ouch, ouch, ouch, everything hurts” is the song she is constantly singing. I beg her to eat something but can only convince her to drink a little vitamin drink. So I sit down on the couch and my eyes well up with tears. I have a great urge to cry just like I cried yesterday morning. I don't know what to do and nobody else knows either. I am helpless and don't like being helpless - so I cry. I guess I am not the tough-guy I like to think I am.Read More
This year, let your true self plan for the year instead of letting others make that choice for you…
I ran a workshop earlier this year, Make it Happen in 2018!, and it was filled with enthusiastic participants. There was an energy that filled the room that was palpable. It seemed to say – “Look out 2018, here I come! This year is going to be big!”Read More
I have many times over my lifetime worried about being “crazy.”
That was a word we heard often as I was growing up. My mother called her older sister “crazy,” her sister in law “sick.” My ex-mother-in-law held her head and cried and cried daily over the death of her sister that occurred years and years earlier.
I, too, have many faults. I have spent a lifetime trying to rid myself of me. Many religious teachers told me I could change me and find God. Many spiritual teachers taught me that I could “transform” me into these powerful virtues. I used to have the fantasy that I could finally change myself, become more likeable, more kind, more good, more successful, more organized, more loved . . .MORE!Read More