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09 Jul

We got this marvelous email from a phobic driver, who got herself back behind the steering wheel by playing affirmations… she probably has no idea how much good company she’s in with this challenge.  Here it is:

I wanted to share my experience with affirmations and driving. Maybe if there is someone else like me, it might help.

I am 48 years old and am terrified of driving. I got my driver’s license at age 16 as did all my peers, but never drove until I was 22 and starting my first teaching job after getting my degree.

01 Jul

Here is a note from a recovering eating disorder and depression survivor, who needed a hospitalization to get her through some very bad times.  Here she writes about the healing power of conscious breathing, something she learned from her therapist at the Menninger Clinic and from listening to recordings.  As you’ll see, she writes very lyrically:  

I sing guided imagery's praises at nearly every opportunity that presents itself.  To say that guided imagery has helped lead the way out of a dusty barren landscape would not be hyperbole.  Your audios were first introduced to me by Dr. Meredith Titus during a stay at Menninger Clinic in Topeka, Kansas.  I was there because I needed help finding my way out of the grasp of an eating disorder and severe depression.  I truly did not care if I lived or died. 

24 Jun

Remember “Franny”, the pseudonym for the client I featured in my last book, Invisible Heroes: Survivors of Trauma and How They Heal?  I used her as an example of how not to do therapy with someone suffering from posttraumatic stress. Franny was a big part of my enlightenment as a therapist.

Well, she just emailed me. The subject line she used was: From Franny, Who Is No More.  It’s a great reminder that people really can get past the worst kind of PTSD, in spite of the clumsiest beginnings of their therapy by well-meaning but clueless therapists (that would be moi back in the late 80’s).  If you’re a therapist or client, I recommend you read on.

17 Jun

Elizabeth got this note from a nurse who’d sustained a concussion that kept her from working, driving or doing two things at once – very frustrating and discouraging, needless to say….

In October of 2012, I sustained a concussion.  I couldn't work, drive or multi-task.  My thought process was slow and frustrating.  A health care professional trained to care for others, I was humbled.  

After months of slow progress, I turned to guided imagery for help.  I found Belleruth's TBI imagery/affirmations immensely comforting and assuring.  With repeated use, I was gently guided from a place of despair to one of hope and renewal.  "The more I accept what I feel, the more I allow myself to heal."

Thank you for partnering with me on my health journey.  I highly recommend this sensitive, well-researched recovery tool. 
Jane N., RN, MS

10 Jun

Dear Belleruth,

I would like to let you know about a unique way that I’ve been using your guided imagery CD’s. First, let me say that they have been a lifeline for me, especially dealing with some unpleasant medical problems and the sudden death of my mother in September. Unfortunately, I was dealt another blow in December when my amazing tabby cat, Cody, was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer after surgery to remove a tumor, his spleen, and part of his pancreas.  

Before I go any further, let me tell you a little bit about Cody. I adopted him from a shelter when he was 2 years old and he’s now almost 14. He has a wonderful personality and absolutely loves people. One of his goals in life is to charm everyone he meets. When we lived in Cincinnati, one of his vets used to refer to him as the Cat Ambassador. He ’s one of the few cats who actually likes being at the vet because people love on him and tell him how cute he is. We affectionately call him our snuggle slut.

03 Jun

This is really something – The Landfill Harmonic Orchestra, with instruments put together from recycled materials by kids who can’t afford to play any other way.  And what music they make!  Check it out. 

 

27 May

I’m completely nuts about Ellen Bass’ poetry. No matter how many times I read one of her poems, it pierces me freshly each time.  Just stunning.  Wow! 

So I just had to post this power-packed little gem again.  It’s from The Human Line, a book I’ve given as a gift more times than I can count.
 
Is it just me?  Can’t be…

If You Knew

What if you knew you'd be the last
to touch someone?
If you were taking tickets, for example,
at the theater, tearing them,
giving back the ragged stubs,
you might take care to touch that palm,
brush your fingertips
along the life line's crease.

When a man pulls his wheeled suitcase
too slowly through the airport, when
the car in front of me doesn't signal,
when the clerk at the pharmacy
won't say Thank you, I don't remember
they're going to die.

A friend told me she'd been with her aunt.
They'd just had lunch and the waiter,
a young gay man with plum black eyes,
joked as he served the coffee, kissed
her aunt's powdered cheek when they left.
Then they walked a half a block and her aunt
dropped dead on the sidewalk.

How close does the dragon's spume
have to come? How wide does the crack
in heaven have to split?
What would people look like
if we could see them as they are,
soaked in honey, stung and swollen,
reckless, pinned against time?

"If You Knew" by Ellen Bass, from The Human Line. © Copper Canyon Press, 2007.

20 May

I snatched this exuberant, Dr. Seuss-like poem by Lynne Newman from our new Health Journeys blog.  

I’ve known Lynne for decades now.  She’s a gifted practitioner and a very special dame.  It’s been a pleasure to share her work with so many of you.

And speaking of her work, all of you Lynne Newman fans – you know who you are and you are legion - will be delighted to hear that she’s got a new audio on forgiveness coming out soon, and we’ll be offering it here shortly.  So stay tuned.

But for now, here’s Lynne’s poem:


NO BOX FOR ME!

Within the box I cannot breathe,
I cannot feel, I cannot see!
Within the box I cease to be
I am not whole, I am not me!

I take a risk,
remove the lid
and when I peek,
 I'm glad I did!

Born again,
to a whole new world…
I'm an out of the box
kind of girl!    

As the lid comes off, a world appears
I fly free with no more fears!
No longer bound to others' ways,
I can just be myself today!

I AM A GIFT TO THE WORLD!

Lynne Newman

13 May

I am a counselor who works in youth corrections.  Many of our kids come from homes filled with abuse and neglect.  They are very troubled, sad and angry.  Because of their backgrounds and histories of inadequate parenting from their mothers and fathers, they lack skills in self-calming, even though that is what they need more than anything else.  

These traumatized preteens and teens respond very well to meditation, tai chi, spirituality group and guided imagery, and I even use BR’s recordings for a group before they go to bed.   It reaches them and settles them down in a very dramatic way.  I want others to know about this, because these kids look like the most unlikely meditators and imagery-users in the world.

John Davis Hansen, MSW

29 Apr

Here is a wonderful poem I just rediscovered.  It’s too good not to share with everyone.

As Little Child


I don’t recall the things of love

A smile warm from up above

A tender hug, caress or kiss

Such things as these were left amiss



Where were the eyes so pleased with me?

The caring glance I longed to see,

The joy and laughter of a home

Were merely dreams and that alone



Fear and worry, pain and grief

Were felt as drying autumn leaf

No safety of the hearth be there

Mere empty souls, could not but care



As they too lacked the skills of love

Felt not the warmth from up above

So blame is futile, blame is naught

The answer to this rhyme thus sought



But somehow in these words of woe

My heart finds peace, in writing so

The lines of memory, here and there

Give solace to my heart laid bare



And pity not the current state

As that was then and now is late

To change the past or wish for more

No all that’s left is what’s in store



And what’s in store is great indeed

For love provides my every need

And hearts alive can surely fly

So stride, shall I, with head held high

Corinne P.  2006