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3/23/2017

A bend in the road

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"A bend in the road is not the end of the road." Helen Keller
Whether you look at your life as a journey, as a highway, or as any number of other analogies, one thing that is true for each of us is that life is not lived in a straight line.

We set out on this trip, believing in our heart of hearts that we will go from point 'A' to point 'B' by following the master plan that we've created in our minds. That we will get the education, then get the career, the partner, the children, the possessions, the (you fill in the blank) and eventually end up where we saw ourselves being when we first created this plan at age fifteen or sixteen.  

But life doesn't go in a straight line, nor does it often follow the plan that we've created.  It takes on a momentum of its own, often taking us to places and experiences that in our wildest dreams we would not have included on the map. Some are breathtaking in their beauty.  Others are devastating in their heartache.  Many times, these unplanned bends in the road ahead stop us in our tracks because we don't have the vision or the courage to see beyond them.   In our brokenness, we can't see that no matter how sharp or unexpected the bend ahead of us is, that the road does continue.  That beyond our line of sight, there are places and experiences and people that will once again take our breath away. That will allow us to feel joy and passion for life once again.



Grief often leaves us stuck and staring ahead at the road that has disappeared from in front of us because it is not how we pictured the road that we would travel to be.  We look at our map, and it doesn't show the sharp curve we've encountered. The grief can be caused by the death of a loved one. It might be caused by the end of a career, or the loss of trust you had, or for financial problems that you never projected.  In fact, grief can find us through over forty life experiences.  Grief can settle into our lives when the unexpected happens and changes how we experience our world.  When that does happen, we are often not prepared.  Why? Because in general no one is taught how to deal with grief.  We are not taught the tools and actions that will lead us through the pain, and along that winding road so that we can finally see that the “bend was not the end.” 

Our society does not prepare us for how to handle grief and losses, so when they befall us, we are often left broken and afraid that we can not continue.  We can't see the next portion of the road ahead because of the pain that blinds our vision. Let me assure you that there is hope after loss.  There is joy after pain.  The road does continue, and you can get into the driver's seat of your life once again to travel it.  The Grief Recovery Method 
provides tools and actions that allow you to take responsibility for that which you can control, and it helps you to find a sense of completion for the things that you can not.  In being able to do that, you'll once again be able to move forward along this road called life.  You'll once again be able to take in the sights and smells and sensations that make each of us feel fully alive while we journey through this precious gift we call life.  Are you ready to get back into the driver's seat of your own life?

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2/23/2017

Take Action, just one small step...

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#quotes "Don't let life discourage you; everyone who got where he is had to begin where he was." Richard Evans

The important thing is, where ever you are, no matter how big the challenge, figure out just one small action and begin. Take a moment and think about where it is that you want to go in your life.  I know you feel stuck, but you don't have to be. Things can change, but it all rests in your hands.  

Think about your vision of where you want to be in the future that lies ahead of you, then ask yourself, "what can I do, from where I am at this very moment, to get closer to 'there'?"  You decide where there is.
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They don't have to be big, crazy life altering things.  It can be as simple as picking up the phone and connecting.  Spending 15 minutes researching the topic of interest.  Dropping what you're doing and going for a 10 minute walk. Any little action that might shake up the stagnancy of the moment.

Just do something, begin where you are and keep the end in mind, then take the next step.  You can do this!



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2/22/2017

Vancouver Island's Newest Rustic Wood Artist

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Rustic wooden burl wall hanging shelf with live edge maple, by Cecil Turner
​As our adventure has continued, time has finally begun to slow for us a little.  At least it has slowed enough that we’ve had the chance to begin to feel more grounded and at home.  Of course, with that comes the challenge of ‘what to do now,' because for the better part of the last year the speed of our pace didn’t allow for that.

For me, it’s easy.  I’ve lived my life with so many different passions of what I ‘love’ to spend time at, that there is never a lag in wondering what comes next.  If it isn’t music filling my moments, it’s writing, or creating, or photography, or ancestry, or …. The list goes on.  I’m lucky for that.  I always have more than enough options to keep me occupied, in fact often too many, so I must rein myself in and pare the menu down.

For my beloved, filling the empty space it is not so easy.  He is a man who has spent his life working, with the goal being survival.  Raising a large family meant doing whatever had to be done to put food on the table, and having started young, that meant farming, truck driving, fixing and repairing.  There never was time for sitting back and thinking about what might be fun.  Fun was what you fit into the brief in-between moments between jobs.
  
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Rustic outdoor decor shelf created by Cecil Turner. Artistic photography and frozen art by Robbin Turner Photography.
​So, that has made for some challenges for him that I’ve never experienced.  What does an ex-farmer, ex-trucker, ex-welder do when he is offered the gift of time?  He’s always claimed that he didn’t have the gift of creativity.  That he was one to follow directions and get the required ‘thing’ done, but not to be an artistic creator.  Well, I’m not afraid to tell you that he has proven himself to be wrong. 

Having the time and the resources to begin to ‘play’ and create as it were, has brought some remarkable talent through.  He’s had access to wood that another person no longer had a use for.  The old saying is that one man’s garbage is another man’s treasure, and he’s taking those odds and ends and is turning them into his own unique version of art.  He’s creative, something he didn’t even think was possible.

In the last weeks he’s begun creating rustic wood tables, chairs, and wall art.  He’s created shelves and stands that adorn both my house and others.  He’s created a swing, Christmas art, and lawn décor.  And he is having fun at it.  Not only that, he’s proven to be good at it!  Good enough that I think he can offer his creations for sale, and he should!
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Rustic Driftwood shelf created by Cecil Turner, Qualicum Beach, BC
​How many of us haven’t had the time to sit back and reflect on what it is we might want to do, having been so busy investing our time in what we have to do?  How many people do you know who don’t even know what their passions are because we’ve not had the luxury of time on our side to discover them?  What if, instead of waiting for time to run out, you invested in yourself now, and made that time to explore and reflect and create?  It’s up to you, now one else can create the stillness to dream or grow, so what is the reason for waiting that you’re telling yourself?  What is your creative gift that you’re not sharing with the world that is waiting because you’ve got no time…the time is now! 

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10/26/2016

A 'Secret Path' revealed through Gord Downie

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Bianca and Cash, part of the reason I do what I do.
I waited for several weeks, in anticipation of what Gord Downie's release of his graphic novel, multi-media project 'Secret Path', was going to be like to actually watch.  I'd watched all the promo clips, and posted many on my personal social media pages, as well as the pages I'm connected to through my work with Artists Against Racism.  I was not oblivious to the part of our history that was the Residential School system, I'd been granted opportunities to know and expand my understanding of it, and have delved into learning more about it for myself in recent years. I was always glad for that knowledge and those that had shared their stories with me, but also sad for the time it took me to really embrace the need to learn about it.  

I barely remember a time in my life where Indigenous people were not a part of my own story, from the age of six on.  In the years beginning in 1984, when I had the local country store, dozens of my customers from nearby Long Plain Reserve tried to share their stories of life in those schools. But being younger and more naive, I heard...but I didn't really listen. I don't know for sure, but I believe that part of that inability to truly listen was the little voice in my head that wondered what the complaining was about, rather than their being glad they had the opportunity to receive an education?  I really never asked deeper questions.  I didn't have the maturity.   I heard what they were willing to share, but I didn't listen to the deeper meaning they were trying to share with me.  For that, I will always be deeply sorry, and sadly most of those that tried to shed light on their path for me to better understand their experience are now gone.  I will never have the chance to honor their truth the way I now wish I could. 

October 23, the 'Secret Path' was released to the public through a CBC special, where the graphic novel was brought to life for hundreds of thousands of Canadians. Gord Downie had pointed his finger at all of us as he'd ended his last Tragically Hip concert in Kingston, and challenged all Canadians to take notice and to do better. Through sharing the Secret Path with us, he is giving us a door to walk through and open up communication that can start the road to our doing better. I was excited that the unveiling had come. 

I watched a recording of the streamed event late that night, alone in my room at a friend's home in Redondo Beach, California. There was no surprises to the story, it's fifty years old and I have familiarized myself with it in recent years. What did surprise me was the impact of watching the animated book come to life through the songs that Gord had written to share Chanie Wenjack's experience as best he could...through his music. There was no doubt in my heart that a piece of Gord's soul is attached to this project with a direct link to Chanie's spirit. That became more and more clear as the experience unfolded before me.
 
When the animation was done, and the opportunity to watch a very ill Gord Downie sing one more rendition of the opening song was over, the pain in my own heart was measurable. I could feel the weight of Chanie's misery,  a 12 year old boy, the same age as one of my own grandsons,  struggling to escape the horror that was life at that institution in a hopeless attempt to find his way home. I could feel the weight of Gord's passion and purpose, as he'd shared what he refers to as his most important work ever. I could feel the weight of the gift and the responsibility to become part of the change that we are all challenged to be. Those weights resulted in a restless and dream filled night of Ravens, railroads and reconciliation.

In the light of day the real challenge still stares me in the face, as I try to put into action what my heart calls me to do. I was in Redondo Beach because I was attending the first International Grief Recovery Conference. It was a weekend of celebrating an accomplished model for mending broken hearts that has been around for over thirty years. We learned that we now have 5,000 Grief Recovery Specialists doing this deeply heart centered work in all but one continent, that one being Antarctic. We were given ideas on how to offer this tool more widely to children, to reach out to other businesses in our areas to reach a wider audience, how to better market our skills so that we can 'help the most amount of grievers in the least amount of time.' We learned that there are changes on the horizon that will help us to better keep up with the changing times, and that this will not be the final gathering of so many like minded people. Through it all, I was deeply reminded of the power of this tool and the need to be offering it more in the world.  

When I returned to my room to watch the Secret Path, I was also reminded of how very, very badly our country needs healing. Healing between those of us that are considered the settlers, and those that were here before us, our Indigenous cousins. There is so much work to be done to make our country the truly great place that we were allowed to believe that it was...and that it can be...but it isn't yet.  

So now the real work begins of finding ways to bring my ability to help people heal their broken hearts to people that badly need that opportunity to heal. People who need to have their own personal truth heard, honored and valued. Who need to have the opportunity to find completion to some of the grief and losses that have been holding them in a place of pain for much too long.  
  
I will not be leaving this world a lineage through my bloodline, but I can leave a legacy through my actions.  I need to do this for my 'children', and my children's children. I need to do this for my ancestors and those that went before me, instilling the value of all people deep into my being, and doing what they were able to from where they were at the time to make the world better. I need to do it for my friends past and present, who entrusted me with their stories and their experience, a trust I believe I have finally grown into. I won't forget what they experienced and shared, and I promise to find a way to help others understand the depth of the wounds that our history has left.  I need to do this for my own heart, which has reminded me time and time again that I too have a deep purpose to fulfill in this life, and as the speed of the pounding in my own heart increases, I know that this work...this healing...this path...is part of the Secret Path that I have been working my way towards for so much of my life. It is slowly, and steadily being revealed to me, and I look forward to traveling down it with all those others that choose to mend this divide.
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8/17/2016

Forgiveness...

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"Out beyond right doing and wrong doing, there is a field. I will meet you there." Rumi
Jelaluddin Rumi, the 13th century mystic poet, was truly one of the most passionate and profound poets in history.  These hundreds of years later, his poems and quotes still find their way into the fabric of our world, still striking chords with those that read or hear them.  Still leaving people wondering what the intention of a particular quote may have been.  One of my favorites is this one...

 

"Out beyond right doing and wrong doing, there is a field. 
I will meet you there."  Rumi

 As with many of his quotes, there is still much debate of what he was referring in his poetry.  With this quote,  I like to think he means that there is a place where our limited beliefs and ideas on what is right and wrong are no longer important.  A place where we can communicate with each other. A place where we can leave our conditioning and old understanding behind, drop our defenses and open our hearts. A place where there is hope for reconciliation and mutual understanding.  A place where the first seeds of forgiveness can be sown.

In working with people through the Grief Recovery Method, although forgiveness is one of the three components of completion, it can be one of the most difficult concepts for people to understand.  Through time, we have confused forgiveness with condoning an act or event that impacted our hearts in a painful way.    We believe that if we forgive another, we are trivializing the pain that they caused us.  We feel that we are letting them off the hook for something horrible that they did, and  accept that their actions were okay.  That is not forgiveness.

The definition of forgiveness in Merriam-Webster's Dictionary defines forgiving as "to cease to feel resentment against."  When we think about forgiveness in those terms, we begin to understand that continuing to harbor the resentment and anger towards someone who offended us begins to limit and restrict our own ability to move forward and participate fully in the life we are living today.  That anger and pain continues to resurface and invade our life whenever something stimulates the memory of the event and the hurtful emotions that are attached to it.  We continue to hurt ourselves because we hold on to the hope of an apology...an acknowledgement...or some sort of retribution for what was done to us.  We continue to hope for a different or better yesterday when all we really have the power to do is the ground work for a better tomorrow. 

As people slowly come to realize the definition of forgiveness and to understand that we forgive in order to reacquire our own sense of well being and joy, you see the change begin.  That subtle shift where the anger starts to lessen, where the painful lines of hurt begin to soften a little and a different view of the world begins to seep in.  It is beautiful to be part of and to witness.  It is more amazing to experience within one's self. 


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"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong." Mahatma Gandhi
"The weak can never forgive.  Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong."
Mahatma Gandhi

When Gandhi said forgiveness is an attribute of the strong, he understood that forgiveness is hard work.  It takes intention, and commitment and it takes a strong person who is willing to revisit the pain of the past and make a decision to let that pain go.  It takes a willingness to let go of the hold that the past has on them, and build up from where they are today, without the pain of the memory dragging them back down. 

Often, the act of forgiving opens up the possibility of looking at the event through different eyes.  When you forgive and set aside the pain, there can be an new awareness develop as well.  Not always, but sometimes.  Sometimes the event was so horrific, that the perpetrator can only be viewed as evil.  Again, your forgiveness of them does not take away from who they are or what they did, it is solely to relieve your heart of the pain that it has carried.

But every now and then, I see Rumi's quote come into play.  'Out beyond right doing and wrong doing, there is a field.  I will meet you there'  Every now and then, by making the conscious decision to take the action that is forgiveness, we open our hearts up to something more.  Sometimes in forgiveness we see what happened, or what was said, was a difference of beliefs, education, life skills or upbringing.  It was not necessarily a matter of right doing or wrong doing, but rather a difference in understanding as a result our individual beliefs or stories, based on what others might have believed to be true at the time. Sometimes, if we can drop that view of rightness or wrongness...we can see the field beyond.  And in that field, there is hope and possibility.  In that field, by planting the seeds of forgiveness, there lies the potential for growth, reconciliation and a softer, kinder world than the one we often see today.  In that field lies the opportunity to seed change. 

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8/15/2016

Learning to live in the questions

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Life is a journey, not a destination. One of my favorite wall plaques, passed along with love when we moved.
I don’t even know where to start…because there is no beginning, and no ending to the story that is unfolding ….the story that is my life right now, right here…so how do I explain things. 


As I  shared with you in earlier posts, decisions were made.  BIG decisions, that resulted in my beloved and I moving from our comfort zone in Manitoba, living life as semi-retired farmers…to our new life here in Qualicum Beach, British Columbia.  


None of it came easily.  In the course of six months we made six trips across the prairies to move what was most important to our hearts here to the Island that promised us we’d find a sense of home and belonging.  Six trips!!!  At times, I cannot even believe we have traveled that much in an effort to be stable…it becomes an oxymoron of sorts…jumbo shrimp..running to be still.   It’s been just a little bit crazy, but crazy we are, so here we are, finally taking a moment to catch our breath now.  But in the stillness, the questions continue to abound.  


Our Qualicum Beach home is now all but established.  Yes, there are nooks, crannies and corners that need just a little ‘something more’ to be right…something that our Kijiji shopping and chasing has not yet provided, but all the essentials of that which we’re content to call ‘home’ has been established.  The ‘little things’ that are missing will come with time.  Example…a lamp in the living room.  Until tonight…4 months post-possession, I have not really found it a problem that we don’t have any lamp/ lights in our home…besides those which are hard wired into the walls and ceilings.   But tonight…as my beloved wanted to watch an action movie…my heart’s choice was to just take out my ‘Stress Relieving Coloring Book” and well…Color…but because we hadn’t made that little inconsequential purchase of a lamp I couldn’t.  Another reminder of the little things that have a big impact.  We will get there. ​

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Another prized wall hanging passed along...If you love the life you live, you will live a life of love.
​Four months into our transition, there are still as many questions as there are answers.  With that, I have found that I need to live in the questions…because I know the answer will come eventually…and if I strain myself to know it, I may push myself beyond what I’m able to appreciate and understand at this point…so I live in the questions.

Here are a sampling of them….


  1. What was it that so pushed us to make the decision to move at this stage or our lives?  Yes, I know it’s been a long time dream…a life time dream to be more exact.  I was born here, I breathed this air until I was six, and I cried every time my parents took me to be near water after that…because the water I knew here on the Island chased me and played with me when I ran.  The water along the lakes in the prairie did not.  But was that enough?  Was that what called to my heart all of these years ?  Was that what my father heard call to him when he left rural Manitoba in 1953 to come out this way and join the Royal Canadian Navy?  Am I my Father’s child…because a part of me says he would think me crazy for the choices I have made…but another part of my soul tells me he understands completely and celebrates my choices…now. 
  2. Why could I not be content with the life that had been established where I was..by who I was when those foundations were laid? There is most likely a contingent of beings that see all that we had where we were as perfect.  A lovely home, in a beautiful part of the province of Manitoba that most could not even imagine.  A house, a yard, a view…but why,  I keep having to ask myself…was that not enough to make me feel content, completely...at home..content?  Often it was, more than often it was…it was a grounding space where I felt my roots reach deeply down and connect me to more.  But then the flash would come and remind me that they were not necessarily my roots that were taking hold.  Instead they were the roots of my late husband’s dream of what would be the future of the farm that he and his father had established…so the internal conflict began.  As I grounded myself in that place,  I came to the realization that ‘wait a minute…I do love this, and I have lived out that dream for years now, but when I look at it at a deeper level I see that the dream I was living was someone else's dream, someone long passed.  The closing chapter of that dream, in the long run,  was him selling the farm and embracing the life of freedom and travel he envisioned for himself one day …the same life that I have chosen to embrace.  So why the feeling of guilt for living my own dream?  Note to self…we live others lives way too often for our own good.
  3. You’ll miss the kids.  What will they think!!!  Yes, yes and yes…I am not sure.  We do miss the kids…every minute of every day.  But when we spend time, whether here when they come to visit, or back in Manitoba when we end up there…the time we spend together is absolute gold.  It is different from the time we spent together before…where one foot was in the office, and one was on the playground with them.  Now, when we are there…we are all there.  Maybe not as often, or as regularly.. .but more intentionally than ever I think.  And my greatest hope is that they will see that we’re not always just ‘there’ but instead that we are here…and with that, will expand their own horizons and opportunities…because LIFE should not be lived in one, rooted place.  Yes, we need roots…but just as importantly we need wings…to journey, to explore, to learn, and to grow.   Way too many people don’t know the value of living a life beyond their perceived borders and limitations…and that makes for such small, narrow minded views of such a vast, incredible world. So I begin see that what was growth for myself…what was part of our big adventure, was also the chance to create an opportunity for growth for our kids….?  And we are seeing that.
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A comfort zone is a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there. Anonymous
So…tonight, as I sit here on a lazy Sunday evening , my desire to reflect is as strong as ever.  I think about the quote I read about "the comfort zone being a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there." Maybe it was just time to grow again. 

This last couple of days have been the first that we’ve been able to just sit back and be without the need to travel east to clean up old business, or explore things here with company and friends.   I’ve spent time out on the deck off the dining room that now has the beautiful ‘roof’ that our son Bill built when he came to visit with his family.  As I listen to the sounds of the crickets in the distance, I love that I can sit and do that without the challenge of Manitoba Mosquitoes or West Coast rain…because that’s the way we’ve set things up. Intentional Paradise.  I can sit for hours listing to the cricket in the distance…and just do that, without having to defend myself from the elements that would dictate …and ruin…my evening hours back on the prairies. 


I am learning the benefits of just embracing a ‘Pooh’ day…spending time in the hammock that my beloved has anchored for me out in the trees beyond the yard…listening to the birds…and the insects…and the world go by…recognizing that yes, it’s a very good day…just because it is a very good day. 

I am embracing the fact that I moved to this place because of its proximity to Spider Lake and all that that offered…and as I drove myself here on our initial move…Bob Seger was definitely singing ‘Let’s all Go to Spider Lake’…even though musical intellect says he was singing ‘Fire Lake’…that is not what my heart heard.  So with that, I have finally given myself permission to just spend time at Spider Lake…with my man…with my camera…with my dog...in a kayak…and most important…with Spirit…make cruising those waters a priority.  For no other reason than that the water is there…and so am I.  What an incredible concept.  What a gift, what  a treasure of being. 

So I will end things there for now…. living in the questions, and knowing there are no definite answers…. embracing the reality that that is okay.  What I know for sure is that the answer will unfold when the time comes.   For now, I know in my heart I have made the decisions to be here because this is where I am meant to be.  The bigger reason for that is not for me to understand right now… but that’s okay.   I know I am where I need to be, with who I need to be, loving all I am meant to be for now…..and that makes all of this perfect. ​

What questions do you find yourself living in at this time?  What changes have you made that are leaving you a little afraid...a little nervous as to whether you're moving in the right direction in your life?  What tools would help you to sort through those questions?  Maybe I can help!

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7/21/2016

A personal lesson in 'letting go'

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Shane's baby artwork "Sometimes you get discouraged, because I am so small...."
We are on the road. Somewhere in between Swift Current and the Saskatchewan border, on what is now our 3rd trip across Canada in three months.  But it’s all good, the little voices in the back seat keep asking if we’re still going to BC as it’s taken so long, and this is only the second day of our travels!  Yes, we are still going to BC, this time with two of our grandsons and our daughter, so that they can explore our new home and community, on a short vacation before she begins her new career nursing.
 
This trip is stage three of our move from Lavenham, Manitoba to Qualicum Beach, BC, and what an adventure the last 4 months have been.  We can’t even say for sure what spurred it, although moving west has been part of a thousand conversations over the last many years, the topic came up again somehow in January, probably triggered by a short blast of -40 Manitoba weather, and within weeks we were in the car heading west to look at properties.  We found the perfect one, went home, sold the farm, began the purging and packing and here we are…still unable to believe that we are making the transition after all the years of talking about it, we are finally taking action.

 

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Tea towel mother's day gift from Shane.
The move for me has been a huge process of letting go of things and ideas that I never expected that I would.  I know that it’s been something that I’ve been wanting to do, and in fact working at in small, defined ways.   For example, the way we’ve changed our Christmas giving, to parting with meaningful items and sharing the story of their meaning.  The tiny bits of organizing I’ve been able to do after reading ‘The Life changing Magic of Tidying up’, certainly not perfecting her method, but managing to have done several of the steps outlined, which did make the moving process easier.  Then also, there is the dream I’ve had of simplifying my surroundings, ever since the winter we spent on Salt Spring Island in 2009.
 
That winter we’d rented a small, two bedroom shack along Walker’s Hook, and spent the months there with the most minimal selection of items.  4 plates, cups, and bowls.  A two person table and chairs.  Just a handful of pictures of family and friends to connect us to our roots at home.  I remember hoping that when we returned to the prairies, I could do the same and simplify my surroundings from the storage of 5 generations worth of ‘stuff’ to a collection of things that I found beauty or joy in.  However, within days of returning home, my Mom got her cancer diagnosis, and instead 5 weeks later I began the process of sorting and storing her life.
 
So now, here we are.  Six years later, taking the leap that our hearts tell us is our next step, but our minds still keep us questioning.  Are we doing the right thing?  Why do we want to leave the place that we do love, where the majority of our friends, family and histories live? What is pulling us towards such a big change at this stage of our lives?  Yes, the mind has a thousand questions that it keeps throwing at us, but our hearts still say just do it.
 
Back on the road with another load of the things that we do want to keep in our new home and our new lives, and a second round of the purging behind us on the prairies we move ourselves forward.  It isn’t easy by any means.  So many things I’ve held on to because I believed it was what I should do for the sake of my parents, my deceased loved ones, my old life.  But what I have come to realize is that even though there are things that I do like and indeed loved at one time, this new home of ours is different.  I want it to be open, and welcoming and full of the things that we have chosen because we love them.  Not just all the things that were passed down to us by others in hopes that we would give them a home for the full of our lives.  That to me has been one of the toughest things.  Letting go of the self-imposed sense of responsibility that I have felt I needed to be the one to do that.  To keep ‘others’ treasures and hold them sacred for their sake, not for my own. To let go.


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Part of my old office wall artwork. Poster of Jann Arden, with a picture I have of Jann and I at the WCMAs in Winnipeg, after a songwriter's session.
It’s been interesting, and freeing and hard, but it’s happening.  I’ve had to ask myself some big questions.  If something happens to me on the other side of the country, who would I want this item to go to, and what are the chances it would be returned to the prairies by someone else?  Do I need to keep the semi-annual gifts of birthdays and Christmases received from family and friends over the course of 40-50 years, or can I choose just one or two that I absolutely love the best to hold onto and remind me of the relationship?  Do I need those dozens of pictures on the walls with memories and messages, or can I take pictures of them and find another way to display them, maybe by Pinning them or getting a digital frame that can display all of them in their own time for a period?  Often asking myself ‘does this item bring me joy in memory of a lost one, or a sense of sadness in the loss?'  One of the big questions has been, who am I holding onto this for?  In many cases, my home became a storage place for things that are not even mine to worry about, but for some reason I took on that role.  Again…time to let go.
 
So slowly but surely I have.  Even having participated in the “Grief Recovery Certification Training” was one more positive steps forward in letting go.  I was more clearly able to see of some things that I know have held me in place for longer than I would have chosen to be had I been more honest with myself sooner.  That has been a very good thing for me, and my hope is that now I am better equipped myself, I can help others who have also been held back by the pain grief can cause. 
 
As we travel along with each other, our new companion dog FeeBee, our 2 grandsons and our daughter, I am enjoying that feeling of freedom and looking forward to the next steps on this journey.  I have also begun to realize more deeply that home is where my heart is, and it doesn’t have to be in one fixed address.  Home is overlooking the Assiniboine Valley from our little cabin/campground when we are back at Lavenham.  It’s also smelling the wonderful cedar and evergreens when I step out on the deck at our new place on Spider Lake Road.  And it’s in this truck, right now, right here with some of the people I love most in the world. 


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6/7/2016

The Best years of your life are....

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"The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You don't blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the President. You realize that you control your own destiny." ~Albert Ellis
How many years do we waste blaming others for the choices we've made and the circumstances we find ourselves in. One of the first steps forward in towards any change is to realize the control that we do have...then to embrace it!

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5/22/2016

Being on Mission: An insider's perspective

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If you have ever explored my partners/associates page, you'll know that for the last five years I have worked in partnership with Mark McGregor, helping with leadership trainings, coaching, resource creation and his book ‘Being on Mission’. 

I have known Mark since we started high school together in 1974, so yes, it’s been a while!  In most of the years between when we graduated from MCI in 1978, and July, 2010, we have had very little contact with each other.   But time works her magic, and the world brings us the people we need to reconnect with and the lessons we need to learn in due time.  


I am one of the ones that said over and over to him that there must be a simpler way of explaining his principles than to go through the work of building a story in which to share them.  The  process of writing that story, the book ‘Being on Mission’ was in it’s 10th year, and umpteenth revision, and people were waiting!

I, like others around him felt that if he wanted to tell a story, the story of his own life would be so powerful!  That story of a kid growing up in MacGregor, Manitoba with the NHL dream in his heart, but the slow death of his father to cancer sidelining that dream when we were 17.  The completion of his education degree before the call that took him to play hockey in Europe.  Not the NHL he had so long dreamed of, but the next best thing!  The life that he and his wife Faye have built over the course of the last 30 year in the raising of two world class athletes in their children Ryan and Kaitlyn.  Of building the international leadership business from the ground up.  Of the training centres he now has around the world, teaching his principles and his coaching techniques to enhance the skills of other leaders around the world.


But Mark would hear none of that.  Instead, he maintained and shared his belief in the power of story to teach, and looking back today, seeing the feedback and the impact of ‘Being on Mission’ i think I finally understand.  

'Being on Mission' is the story of Michael Weber.  Michael is an ordinary man, a person like you or I, who gets caught up in the expectations and challenges of corporate life, too often at the expense of all that we hold dear.  Michael, in his effort to rise to the top of the ladder in his sales business, does so at the expense of his marriage, his health and his integrity.  Also, like many of us, he only sees the damage he has done to himself and others when he has a life altering and near death accident.  How often is it something that is that devastating happening before we begin to wake up to what is most important?


Michael works throughout the book to rebuild his life, learning lesson after lesson through role models and mentors that come into his life.  He experiences a leadership seminar that teaches many of the common sense things that his long time friends have been trying to share with him.  He begins to see the bigger picture in life, the reality that a vision remains but a dream if we do not take the steps and do the actions that will create change in our lives.  As Mark repeatedly tells us, ‘to know and not to do, is really not to know.’


Throughout Michael's journey, in ‘Being on Mission’ we have to opportunity to experience one of Mark’s leadership seminars through the character of Gregory Marks.  We get to learn and participate in activities and discover tools that will help us to see our vision and be on mission for ourselves through tools like the ‘My True Calling’ tool, or the 'Social Roles mapping'.  There are pearls of wisdom and messages throughout the book that leave us thinking more deeply about what is truly important to us, forcing us to ask the question, how do I want to be remembered?  What will my legacy be?  Am i making a living, or am i making a life?  All necessary, although scary questions that we need to explore, but often don’t until tragedy alters the trajectory of our lives. 


I’m honoured and thrilled to have been part of the process for the past several years, and I believe in the principles and messages that Mark shares through the book.  I have been his student myself since we began our work together in 2011, just as the story and lessons in my life has made him a student of mine.  That is life, isn’t it!  Exploring the lessons and learnings that we each have to share, taking what makes sense to us and imbedding it in our own lives,  questioning new or different ideas so that we too may begin to broaden our understanding and our belief system of what might be possible in our life.  I have experienced the benefits of his 10 Principles of Leadership and Life, and have seen the positive outcomes that embracing them have made in my life.  I believe that those principles will have an impact on your life as well, and hope that as you work towards being your own best self, exploring what your own deepest purpose and mission in life might be, and creating a vision that will lead you to that, that you’ll give ‘Being on Mission’ a read.  I believe 'Being on Mission' it is a powerful leadership book that  will make a difference in your life, and in the lives of those around you!!

'Being On Mission' is now available in paperback, Kindle and as an audio book on Audible.  


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5/20/2016

Why the Grief Recovery Method?

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If you know anything about me, you know that I am no stranger to grief.  Grief and I have travelled this road we call life together more times than I care to remember.  At times, as we've journeyed, grief has been the one in the driver's seat.  At other times, I have managed to take the wheel.  The thing to remember, is that at any time, the roles can once again switch.  They have many times, and in the reality of life's context, they will continue to do so. 

When I use the word 'grief', I am not just talking about the grief caused by experiencing the death of someone I loved, although it has arrived as a result of that too many times.  Grief comes wearing many masks.  There's the grief that comes with the end of a long term relationship, whether it was amicable or not.   There's the grief that comes with loss of trust, as when our faith is placed in the hands of another only to be lost or disregarded. There is the grief that comes with changes in life such as moves, employment changes or the end of long term friendships.  There is the grief that can come when medical issues change our lives in ways that were not expected or foreseen.  Grief comes to us with the loss of beloved pets, divorce and bankruptcy.  Grief comes to all of us....he/she is the universal equalizer that all of use will see ourselves faced with at one point or another.  So knowing that, how do we prepare ourselves to deal with grief?

Looking back over my life, I realize there are very few sources of grief that I have not experienced in my time, and for the most part have felt I've managed it fairly well through the years... or so I thought.    So a couple of years ago, when a friend asked me if I could help a friend who was struggling with the loss of a child, just as I had,  I looked at options that might help me help her, and at that time I discovered the Grief Recovery Method.  

I bought the book, and signed up for a training that was being offered in Winnipeg to get my certification to be a specialist. I read the book, and readied myself for the course, but at the last minute the training was cancelled due to lack of registration.  I continued to read the book, and even though the book does tell you that reading without action will do nothing, I simply read...no actions taken.  I read to understand the method, but I did not do the needed work.

Fast forward 3 years, and while driving across the country in our move from Manitoba to British Columbia, I get an email from the Grief Recovery Institute that once again caught my attention and triggered my interest in looking further at the opportunity to train once more.  As luck would have it, while we were only taking possession of our new home on April 15th, the training would be in Vancouver on April 21.  The timing wasn't the greatest, but the opportunity couldn't be missed, so I plunged in.

One of the greatest things about the training is that as participants who are there to learn, experience and grow, we must go through the process and take all the necessary steps to complete a loss we've experienced, so that we can move forward ourselves, better able to help those that come to us for recovery. 

I surprised myself by choosing to work on the loss of my first husband, Greg, rather than the loss of my son Shane, that in honesty, I felt would be my focus.  I wasn't sure that I would find much that I needed completion on, as Greg's 18 month battle with cancer left us more than enough time to say the things that needed to be said to each other.  

But in working through the method, and completing the communication that is so often the source of grief, I came to the realization that there were still many unfinished conversations.   Surprisingly, through the process, I became aware of many things that I hadn't addressed for myself either during our marriage or in the years after his death.  

When faced with the loss of a loved one, too often we either end to enshrine the person we lost, or demonize them...never seeing the true balance and reality of the relationship we lived with.  I see now that in this situation, mine was a case of 'enshrinement'.   The GRM supported me to see that relationship in a more holistic way. 

It was both an eye opening and heart opening experience, that has brought me to a clearer, more settled and happier place than I have been in the last 15 years, and the completion freed me from things that I hadn't even realized were holding me back. 

After going through my own loss history graph, then having chosen Greg, going through our relationship graph....I found that I had both many things that I felt the need to apologize for...but just as many things I needed to be able to forgive for.... That was truly an unexpected outcome in a situation where I really had 'enshrined' him for the past 15 years. 

To be able to look at our relationship and our life together openly and say...'I apologize for....not better understanding the reality of life for someone living with a bi-polar diagnosis....for the amount of time that my focus on our son's needs took away from yours...for pushing your boundaries of comfort further than you were able to accept...

Then the forgiveness....that was harder!  I forgive you for...not giving me the detailed answers to questions that we both knew would be issues for me moving forward..ie water, hydro...and on.  For leaving me to explain your final bequest decisions..decisions that I understood through our conversations..but that I should not have had to be the one left to explain to others..nor should I have had to live with the fallout from.... that.  Forgiveness for the unspoken pressure to live your dream for a future that you wouldn't be here to experience...but a dream that was not mine, but rather yours. 

But after the apologies and the forgiveness that defines the process, comes the 'SES"...Significant Emotional Statements....and I won't go into all of those...but suffice it to say, they did go on and on. Having truly seen his downfalls as well as my own, I also say the picture of the life that was our's, in all it's magnificent glory. and its challenges. there are not words to describe that. 

In having gone through that and completed what I had to so I could become certified to help other's work through their own losses, I know first hand the benefits of spending the time and taking the action steps necessary to move ourselves forward can move our lives forward.  In experiencing the changes and growth in myself having completed just one loss, I am excited to see what other possibilities will open up as I continue to work through and complete the losses that have caused me to experience grief throughout my life.  

If you suspect that grief may be holding you back from living your life more fully and joyfully, this process could be a first step to your own healing and recovery.  Remember, g
rief is the normal and natural emotional response to loss, but most of the information we’ve learned about dealing with loss is intellectual.  Effective Grief Recovery must deal with your broken heart, which requires emotional support instead of intellectual explanations.  Let me help you begin to heal your own broken heart.   

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