Good Vibrations, Great Sensations

Go get an energy massage.  It’s not a bucket list item – it’s a requirement. 

I had one (not my first) on Wednesday because my doctor recommended it.  I have a number of surgery sites from skin cancer removals of varying intensity.


Most of the time that area of my chest feels like it’s on fire.  While I contain my girls in a sports bra during my runs or yoga classes, there is constant irritation.  Flummoxed as to how to treat this, my dermatologist said I need a massage from someone who knows what they are doing.  So I got one.

I had energy work, deep tissue massage and some crystals rubbed on my chest.  I feel like a million bucks.  I was pulled, yanked, and held in most benevolent protection in the gifted hands of Jody Hauschild a soul sister and point of light in this world.  I could not do this experience justice but suffice it to say – I am a believer in this modality of attaining vitality and peace when something in your world is on fire.  Energy work is so beautiful.  It works with what is indisputably There in your soul’s vessel.  The experience is never predictable but always impactful.  I am happy to share details, email me and I am all over telling you more.

Good Vibrations are all about my chest area and great sensations are all over Virginia.  I just returned from a totally fun weekend at my alma mater, James Madison University with another soul sister and a posse of dear friends, new and long-term.  Here’s me, my buddy Glen, and my bestie Beth at a tailgate party.


Each of us in this pic are married to others (except Beth and me in spirit) but there is a love fest happening in Harrisonburg, Virginia.  College friends with a generation below us on campus, we reconnected and fell in love with life again – with the connections of good friends with history and hopes and really good vibes.  Okay maybe the wine was flowing but so were the stories and laughter and yoga tricks on the futon.  There is something to be said for friends unafraid to let it all out because we hold each other in protection.  Truly, how much worse can our behavior be than when we were doing beer bongs 20+ years ago in hairdos so high they touched God.  Life is so so good today.  Why?

9 years ago today my sweet, sweet beloved father became an angel.  I miss him so much.  He joined my mother in heaven and they both watch and send their good energy to their 6 children.  Four of them are running the ING Miami Marathon in 16 weeks.  I officially start my training this week and I couldn’t be more stoked.  This for My Mom and in Heaven. I am abundantly blessed.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better – I am going to Florida in 3 weeks to cheer my bestie on to her first Ironman.  God, I am so proud of her and I can’t wait.

On the horizon:  Yoga Workshops and More Writing. 

When are you getting your energy massage?  How big was your hair in college.


I saw my therapist today

As you might imagine – given the nature of this blog – I am a big believer in therapy.  I love the whole bit.  The couch.  The kleenex.  The tea and the tears.    I have accessed some deep healing from traditional talk therapy with very gifted practitioners.  I became fascinated by the depth and breadth of healing possible within the human spirit.  So much so I went to graduate school for a time hoping to become a therapist in private practice.  I didn’t finish the program for a number of reasons but I just may.  That’s another post.

I have been on The Couch of a particular therapist on and off for nearly two decades.  It started with a broken heart and opened a treasure trove of untapped memory and hope and inspiration and mostly Truth.   I find it incredibly healthy and positive to engage in the therapeutic process.  This lady learned of losing my mother, a surprise pregnancy, losing my father, my marriage, my children, my in-laws, reconnection, loss and love.  The basics and then some.  She knows it all.  She retired a number of years ago but yesterday I saw her at a yogurt shop.

I was with two of my children getting a treat between errands when my eyes found the face I stared into many, many times as my unique truth crawled over me.  Those eyes cradled my soul in safety as my secrets surfaced.  And she protected it all with dignity and professionalism and beauty.  She will forever hold a special place in my heart.

My children witnessed this special reunion – complete with long-held hugs and a damp eye.  Of course they wondered who she was.  I told them she was a special person I had known for a very long time.  It seemed to appease them enough.  I am not ashamed of my therapy – in fact I think everyone could use a dose; but decided my children were too young to get the whole picture.

“She’s nice,” they said.

So true.

As we were leaving the yogurt shop, I  had one more chance to catch up with her.  I told her I had become a certified yoga teacher.  She had known of my attempts to become a therapist.  She smiled at me and my children.  Though I was in post-run workout wear with hair to match – she told me I was beautiful.

“What a healer you must be,” she said.

“No,” I said.

“You are.”

And we parted, my heart full.  Just like old times.

It was a good day with my therapist.

I hope your day was good too.  Who did you run into?