HEALING THE HEART

5 Gifts I Gave Myself In Ireland… that are bound to change my life

As you may know from my last blog post, I’ve been moving through deep grief in the past few months. And even though I’ve been finding some wonderful gifts brought about by the process of grief, it also gets quite crushing and I needed something to help me reset.

So I went to Ireland for twelve days.

The initial impetus for the trip was to …

The Gifts & Messages In Your Emotions

Imagine yourself as a musical instrument.

Pretend for a moment that you’re a piano, or a guitar, or a drum.

Imagine the edges of your body being the walls of the instrument, and imagine feeling the hollowness inside. Your body as a resonance chamber for the sound the instrument will emit.

Imagine now the music being played, and imagine the waves of sound moving through the instrument. Invisible vibrations that are nonetheless absolutely real. The walls of the instrument feel the sound and move at the frequency of the vibrations from the keys being struck, the strings being pulled, or the hyde of the drum being tapped.

That is exactly what happens with your emotions.

What Laughter Is Teaching Me...

I’ve always been easy to laugh. My Venezuelan cousins teased me as kids because they’d make up silly jokes that even they didn’t think were funny, and I thought they were hilarious.

It’s almost as if the child in me was tapped into the inherent joy of their silliness rather than getting caught up in what ends up being our adult, intellectualized funny/not-funny pre-requisite for allowing ourselves to laugh.

Facebook Live: Family Patterns Affecting Your Health & Life

My friend and colleague Johanna Lynn from Canada and I did a Facebook Live today where we chatted about how family patterns and ancestry shows up in our life in countless ways.

Love, commitment and respect - The legacy of a communist uncle who leaves a huge void

We buried my uncle yesterday. He died Wednesday night and on Thursday at 3:30 pm I was walking out my front door. 2370 miles and 23 hours later I'd arrive in Venezuela to be with my mother and my cousins during this heartbreaking time.

Juan Carlos Parisca ...