This photo (Fox news) was taken after Hurricane Florence wreaked her havoc causing flooding in several states that will take months to or even years to repair. It was taken in the town of Nichols, South Carolina, where just two years earlier there was massive flooding by Hurricane Matthew. When I saw the photo of this sign I knew it would be perfect to reflect the content of my very first blog entry entitled "The Perfect Storm". This photo speaks to the determination of the inhabitants of the town of Nichols, and living in the deep south almost all of my life, I can attest to the ferocity of hurricanes and the wreckage they leave behind. Undeniably an apt metaphor for life, the idea of a treacherous storm with a calm center or eye watching a devastating whirlwind of destruction on the perimeter eerily brings to mind some of our own experiences in life. In the wake of these storms some communities choose to find the strength to rebuild, others die away in disrepair; obviously the town of Nichols is the former. I love that...the idea that we have the choice to pick up the pieces after a traumatic event and rebuild our lives or fall to pieces never to be the same again. I love that we have a choice.
Just for the record I want to convey to you my personal reasons for writing this blog. It is the antithesis of everything that I have always considered myself to be. I am a very private person, although I can be found at times reveling in the limelight of platform mediumship. I have always claimed to be a quiet soul who avoids attention, but if I'm honest, I have to admit that if the subject matter includes anything remotely weird I'm all in. That includes analyzing scientific data about neurobiology and quantum physics, telling ghost stories, talking to the dead, checking drug interactions for a family member or friend, discussing the perils of raising an autistic child, and navigating the treatment protocol of a son with schizophrenia. It includes accessing and treating the post traumatic stress syndrome with my children from the suicide of their biological father. Let's not forget the unconventional tool of psychological astrology that never ceases to amaze me when I'm working with clients trying to navigate their complicated lives. Did I mention that I'm a Jungian? Ahhh, but talking to the dead... Everyone loves that one!! I wear many hats, my friend, and first and foremost I am a mother dedicated to helping my family thrive. But in my soul of souls, my passion is my mediumship. It is my connection to the realm of spirit; my soul's connection to that ineffable something that we are all desperately trying to get back to...HOME.
"MEDIUMSHIP IS MAGICAL..."
I'll be writing about my experiences with my clients (with permission of course) and their sessions which can be quite emotional and enlightening as well as healing. I'll be writing about my experiences with my kids, my family and friends, my colleagues and my interaction with our worlds through my mediumistic eyes. Notice I said "worlds" (plural). I'll be challenging every conceivable thought and belief you have ever had about your reality: what you see, smell, touch, feel and hear. Everything that you think you are perceiving can be questioned. But I'm not here to proselytize. I certainly do not claim to know it all; you must find your own light to follow in the darkness. I'm doing this to help myself and others find and utilize not only the tools we need to guide us and our families but also the companionship we need to weather the storm. As we navigate this storm called life, this PERFECT storm because it is perfect in every way, I invite you to look deep inside your own heart, your own presence of BEING, and pull out the good stuff to share with us. Experientially speaking, we all have so much to offer. The good news is we can navigate it together. We aren't alone.
One person cannot rebuild a town; it takes a team of courageous, dedicated and visionary people to accomplish such a task. Likewise, rebuilding your life from the ground up can be meaningful and purposeful if you allow yourself to let other people help you. It took many years of pain and isolation for me to finally trust anyone enough to let them help me, and I am still in the process of healing. That is what rebuilding is all about, and it will be different for everyone.
In closing this first blog entry, I would like to make a suggestion for your first building block in the rebuilding process. I haven't mentioned it yet because most of what I have discussed in this entry is pretty intense and serious stuff. Death, trauma, suicide, mental and physical illness--all of these things are serious business. However, I invite you to take the best medicine I have found so far for what ails you: LAUGHTER!!! :)) It truly is the best medicine. Find your inner sense of humor. When it gets really wrong, really, really hard, unbearable even....find a giggle. There is a very fine line between laughing and crying. They actually go hand in hand. If nothing else, just laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh at the absolute surreal quality of what you are experiencing in the moment. The storm will pass, and with each successive dark cloud on the horizon you will be better prepared for what lies ahead. As long as you are breathing oxygen you will be REBUILDING. It's what we do.