Recently, as I have been offline, so to speak- developing my Alzheimer training course- I have been doing a lot of reading, talking and discussion about various strategies for proactive programs to work with Alzheimer and dementia patients– particularly as they are progressing into the moderate to severe stages of the conditions.
I have been reading and discovering through my own work, what an impact exposure and seemingly low-impact things.. can have in the support of brain… and more… what I refer to as ” being present.” Continue reading
Autumn is one of those times of the year that seems to bring on deep reflection. Maybe it’s the leaf-musty slightly damp weather that holds something of both warmth and sadness. A wistfulness intrinsically woven through the mist that loops its magic fingers into the sleepy world.
I’m not sure why how this question came to me… I think it was a combination of a song lyric that I had just heard… something about being near the end… I think the lyric went; this is where we start again. But my wandering thoughts, following the random nature of the autumn mist- took their own turn. If this is the end… or near the end… was it worth it? That was a thought-stopping question, for me. I don’t know. while Recovering from bubonic-flu plague, is probably not the best time to contemplate deep-meaning questions…. but there it was…. Continue reading
the video is a little choppy. and I am appreciating the benefit of good studio space and lighting. but I am liking the camera practice and how much it is helping me to fine tune my message and information. comments and thoughts welcome…
Beingherd- weekly podcast and blog post-transcript
I want to touch more deeply on the topic of PLAY. Ideally PLAY and creativity should be connected, should be tapping the same place. The difficulty we have in western/ modern society, is that we don’t really play. We are very disconnected from that place, of playing. There is an excellent book, playing by heart- that touches on this topic in more depth. But essentially, we don’t play. We recreate. We have structured activities, structures games that have outcomes, rules, and expectations. And even though we play games they have structure and a goal, of wining. And that isn’t really playing… it’s competition. Why do we think of this as “fun?” Continue reading
This weeks podcast goes deeper into the role of creativity and the brain. We look at some of the ways the brain functions, and how essential the creative elements are to the brain, both for healing as well as for innovative solutions in Life and Business. We look at the brain and break it down into the frontal rational brain, the hind-brain which is binary, and the crucial role the mid-brain plays in connecting the two aspects of our brains and information.
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This week’s entry is a podcast. I am definitely exploring different approaches to delivering information. And it’s a really great opportunity. I will do one podcast each week. If you have specific questions or topics you would like me to address, let me know in the comments, or in a private message ( if you prefer anonymity:)
This podcast talks about the whole idea of social communities, how our society and educational models suppress the very best parts of who we are. I share some of my own experiences and what I have gained, and I hope you can benefit from this information! I look forward to hearing from you.
I was following a discussion thread the other day. I forget now, what the original topic was about- that happens, when discussion threads take on a life and energy of their own. But there was one point, one response in this exchange that caught my attention, and I felt drawn to elaborate on it. Someone said it was about learning to love the unlovable.
On first read, it sounds great, its catchy it’s profound..It probably ties into the core teachings in the Andean cosmology that caused the term, the phrase and concept to stand out. In the Andean teachings.., there aren’t “good” and “bad.” in this same vein then… there isn’t that distinction between lovable, and unlovable. It is all about our relationship to something. Continue reading
I was just following another blog post that was about how people receive advice from their partners.. and how well that works out…. what an awesome and interesting topic to delve into.. As a spiritual-medicine person, I think my way of addressing the topic is a little different than most “coaches” … and that’s great! It helps soo much when we look at things differently, consider an object from a different vantage point. in fact, during my training, i remember being taught to stand on something very tall/high distant…and examine my nature meditation.. I was also taught to get down on my hands and knees and look at the same thing right up close… You only have to do that a few times to see how much we can change, by changing the lens…
I just read a post- what is the one thing, moment.. that you will never forget. Do you remember any life-altering points you can look back to, either momentous, or maybe seemingly tiny ( at the time)? I probably have a few, but the one that came to mind is the time when I was about 17, in boarding-school/camp. I always wanted to work with horses, loved horses, related better to horses and animals than I ever had to people. It was my niche, where I felt understood, accepted and belonging. But I struggled with my parents refusal to support who I was, and what i wanted to do with my life. My then mentor and hero, Ehren, whispered words that would change my life, or at least if not change it… changed my perspective. She said, with compassion and not any sense of goading: You don’t need your parent’s permission to do what you want with your life.” That was a novel, and freeing, concept.
I had spent so much of my life, in pain and sadness and frustration. I hoped every day, that my parents would wake up and see me for who I was. NOT the champion swimmer, or the merit-scholar/ honour student. BE like someone else, was the daily chanted mantra. Along with that, was the echo of disappointment and rejection that reverberated through my life. My life was the daily war of attrition between hope and despair. Hope that the world would just stop pummeling me with expectations, and despair that I could ever BE what that upscale preppy world of affluence and ambition dictated as karma/destiny. Continue reading