Category: Contemplations

Yep… it’s Alice time!

Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said; “one can’t believe impossible things.”

“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – Lewis Carroll

Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I do most of my impossible things well after what would generally be considered breakfast time.

And, of course, they’re not, technically speaking, impossible things. At least not here in Actual-land.

As a matter of fact, for a long time I thought this quote was pretty silly.

I no longer do.

You see, I began to see differently.

I’ve learned a whole lot lately about the difference between things we believe are impossible and things that simply haven’t worked the way we’ve always done them.

And, I’ve learned some really powerful new ways to do things!

So has my dear Intentional Creativity® sister, Natalie Moyes!

And, even better than that… so can you!

I know. New can feel scary.

That’s the voice of the inner Critic. And here’s the thing… she’s not trying to mess up your dreams. She’s simply trying to keep you safe because she loves you.

Unfortunately, her version of safe has a lot to do with only doing things we’ve done before which we “know” are safe because we’re still here.

And, if you’re like so many of us, in this moment, safe seems like a really big challenge.

BUT, there’s another way. The way of the Muse.

She’s in favor of new things, at least within reason and, often, with support from folks who’ve been practicing for a while.

That’s what Medicine Basket your way… unsticking stuck______________________ stuff is all about!

And you’re invited… IF you have hopes and dreams. Needs, even.

AND… you’re ready to try something new. Or even something familiar in a new context.

Listen to the whispers of the Muse.

Let yourself be curious about what could actually be possible… especially if we decided that impossible might just be an old way of keeping us from trying…

We’ve got you!

Click here to learn more and sign up now!

ps… you may be wondering why we’re doing this. That’s fair. And the answer’s easy. This world needs all the curious, hopeful, open-to-impossible people it can get right now! And, if you’re still reading, you are one of us!

pps… the rumors of the early-bird price expiring were premature. There’s still time! (But not forever…)

Years and years ago, when my business card said MDiv, DMin, Pastoral Counselor, I was already busy learning about things like neuroplasticity and magic. I just didn’t know it then!

One client I’d worked with for a while helped me learn a lot. She was a bright, caring young woman who wanted to make a difference and kept getting stuck.

Not stuck, in a general sense, but in a very specific old story.

Every time she told the story, she’d fold into the same curled up posture on my sofa. Shoulders pulled in. Chin tucked to her chest. Trying, in many ways, to disappear.

One day, a light came on for me.

She was accessing this story stored whole-chunk in her brain with auditory, visual, and kinesthetic patterns and the patterns were so deep that the story was the same for her, every time. Carved in stone, if you will.

So, one day, with huge thanks to some NLP teachers of mine, I interrupted her gently, and asked her to trade places with me.

Literally.

I went and sat on the sofa, while she sat in my magic rocking chair. The one that helped me help others through all the years of knee surgeries. The very same rocking chair in the photo!

You’ve already guessed what happened.

She couldn’t curl into the story in the same way, seated in the magic rocker, and so she could actually tell the story differently. And hear it differently!

And, yes, in that moment, change became possible!

Little did I know, all those years ago, that the magic would also work with paper and markers. With red thread. With images and symbols. And with questions that make all the difference.

Yep… with stuff that fits a lot more easily and flexibly into a (virtual or literal) medicine basket than that very antique, very heavy chair!

Now, in case you’re curious, that young woman from years ago and I have both kept learning new things.

So has my very talented Intentional Creativity® sister, Natalie Moyes.

And we’re thrilled to have an accessible way to share those things with you in the adventure known as Medicine Basket your way…. unsticking stuck_______________________ stuff!

The mysterious blank space in there is, indeed, to create curiosity. To get you to click the big link, below, and find out what kind of stuff you might unstick if you decide to join us. And we really hope you will!

And, yes, we know we’re kind of filling your email box with a bit of a Medicine Basket blizzard lately.

Here’s why… this world could, in our opinions, use quite a bit of healing and hope. This is our way of doing the most we know how to co-create a future that works better and better… for all of us!

(Especially since a good American Empire antique oak rocker is pretty hard to come by! And really, really heavy!!!)

So, uncurl yourself from wherever your stuck place is. Take a deep breath. And…

Click HERE to learn more and sign up NOW! (The early-bird discount is still active!!!)

We’ve got you. And the world needs you!

ps… if you have questions, ask them! Here’s my calendar link Let’s discover! 15 min. No charge. Just hope!

pps… Daphne, the recently re-christened bear in the chair, is a story for another day. Soon!

ppps… many, many thanks to The Legendary Husband for heroic assistance with the photo shoot!

When you were small, did you ever pretend that you were invisible?

I did. Possibly because I sometimes felt like I was. And it felt safe.

I’ve been pondering that a lot, lately.

And it’s time to quit pretending.

It’s time for a different use of the letters, v-i-s !

It’s time because, while invisible definitely has its comforting moments, I also have a vision.

And, just between us, vision and invisible don’t feel like they go well together!

So… photographs. On camera interviews… one with actual tears.

And you know what? I’m actually okay with all that. Stay tuned!

And, yes… if you’ve known me for a while it’s fine to gasp or laugh or whatever. (Me, too!)

But, that thing on my emails about having two granddaughters growing up in this world… that’s changed a whole lot of things for me.

The things I’ve learned about Intentional Creativity® as a powerful healing modality, layered up with a bunch of the other amazing things I’ve gathered along the way, have left me with a new batch of filters and a whole lot of medicine in my basket.

Medicine for me, certainly. But also medicine for this world where my girls – and all our kids – are growing up.

Kind of ironically, one of the voices in my head these days belongs to my old friend and teacher, Walter Brueggemann.

Yep… Just tell the story!

It’s kind of the point where all my medicine comes together. Stories don’t help much unless we tell them!

And the telling part is the part I can choose.

Gladly, I have a buddy on this road. My IC sister, Natalie Moyes. And, together, we have a plan. Medicine Basket, your way… unsticking stuck stuff!

Lots of stuff. The kind of stuff that comes with navigating this Covidian era. And, after that, the kind of stuff that has to do with money. And bodies. And relationships… all kinds. Stuff that gets in the way of living into visions!

Four journeys of 4 weeks, each. Your choice… 1, all 4, or any combination that calls to you. Guides along the way. New medicine for your basket. The kind that you choose.

Here’s the thing… we start, virtually, on February 22, 2022. Some of my friends tell me this is auspicious! (I had to look it up!) Here’s one interpretation…

A power day known for “Divine energy channeled into material form…. and all the 2’s will maximize your creativity!“

I’m certainly no expert on numerology, but… why not? What could be better than maximizing our creativity for getting unstuck???

Just below this, in bright purple text, I’m going to add the link to all the details for the journeys. And I’m hoping you’ll take a big chance and let yourself check this opportunity out.

Now, please. The early-bird pricing ends on January 31 and Natalie and I want to make it as easy as we can for you to join in!

Click for more information and the magical sign-up button!!!

ps… the bonus elves are busy in the back room and there will be prizes!

pps… yes! please share this email with people you’d love to be in circle with!

ppps… questions? HERE’S MY CALENDAR LINK! Let’s chat!

By the time most of you read this, my kid… my one and only… will be 20 years older than I was when he was born!

And, yes, this is a bit of a mind bending framework for me!

My first thought is, blessed be!

Dave is a bright, kind, funny, and deeply decent human being. (And, yes, there’s also the whole Kelly & the girls thing!)

My next thought is, who’d have thought???

If you’ve been reading along for a bit, you may have noticed that the odds, on many levels, weren’t good in the beginning. Today, however, is a day for celebration, and the photo fairy in my phone was in a helpful mood!

Yep… a magnificent web, visible by blessings of light and humidity and timing. And – it’s worth mentioning – by noticing!

I had the gift of some early help noticing webs from my dear Jean… friend, mentor, teacher, and – these days – heart sister. Also, summer camp director/boss and environmentalist extraordinaire!

Of course, I can’t know what the story behind the story was for Jean, when she introduced me to the red thread and the ways we are all connected. I can only know how those experiences as a young teen help me understand my recent encounters with the Legend of the Red Thread.

The legend that says, among other things, that we were all connected, even before we were born, to those who would be important in our lives.

At first I thought it was about puzzling out how spiders, shall we say, were connected to poison ivy.

After Dave came along, I began to realize that it was also about all the amazing people who were either there for us, or who would come into our world, and help us not only survive – which was a huge thing – but to thrive, as well.

So, Charlotte. The one on E.B.White’s mythical farm. One of my early friends. (Pearl is a fan, too!)

Using the marvels available to those of her kind to do good in the world. To send messages of insight and kindness and hope.

Messages like, Some pig.

At the risk of blowing the ending… which I suspect you already know… not all of Charlotte’s messages had the impact she hoped.

And yet, she spun on.

The inspiration – and the courage – to spin on are Dave’s biggest gift to me. A gift I’m doing my best to live into, still.

For this moment, Happy Birthday, dear Dave. And thanks! Mom’s on it…

And, for you, an invitation from Charlotte and Natalie and me… to claim some of your gifts and connections and messages. The world needs all of us spinning hope!

ps… the super-special deal for joining in early won’t last much longer!

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