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Ordinary World – By Gabe Rheaume

  I have a chart of protocol that says, “Let me be” at the manic sweet spot. When the world is rushing by and my mind is aglow. When I’m beautiful, and funny, and everyone loves me. Before I forget my illness brings unearthly joy before I become paranoid and afraid before the alcohol and drugs before I become the madness of night. Don’t take my happiness away I just found it. Don’t trade my paradise for a hospital bed, I wouldn’t do that to you. Don’t cage me in a prescription bottle. Don’t intervene. I will come back. I would come back if I knew I left. Maybe I wouldn’t.   This is how it is This is how I am… Isn’t it?   I’m floating through the vibrant rich landscape of the universe experiencing color for the first time. Don’t reel me back to the grey world of… Continue reading

You Get To Re-write Your Story – By Jeanne Foot

  Rewrite your story, you get to choose again I was raised in a middle-class loving family, where my parents were doing the best that they could do in terms of providing for my needs. Financially, I had all the comforts one would wish for but emotionally I fell victim to what was taught to my parents by their parents, who again were doing the best taught by their parents, which I refer to as intergenerational trauma. Dr. Gabor Mate has spoken about the effects of trauma on a young child regarding normal development. Dr. Mate references the fact that if you were trying to create a perfect profile for someone who would fall prone to addiction and mental illness, you would raise them with trauma, neglect and fear, and that would create the exact prescription for an “addict.” Through no fault of my own, I was raised in an… Continue reading

A Lifestyle Upgrade – By Jeanne Foot

    September is often a place where ‘fresh starts’ begin. For many of us, it’s a new beginning as the kids go back to school, and for others the simple note of the leaves changing into the beautiful colours of fall, is enough to resonate that another season has come and gone. September also coincides with the Jewish New Year; Rosh Hashanah  which is a time for reflection. I tune in  and ask  the courageous question of what would I like to see differently and what  no longer serves me in my life? Just as a business owner will take an inventory of what they have in stock, it is important to me to reevaluate in the same manner, what I have happening in my life and if it still serves me for the highest good of all. Failing to plan is planning to fail. Now is the time… Continue reading

The Good & Bad Of It All – By Tsgoyna Tanzman

“That’s good. That’s Bad.” I recalled this tag line from one of my favorite children’s’ books by that title, as I watched nature unfold while on safari in Africa. A lion was in hot pursuit of an antelope. “Oh, that’s Bad.” The antelope, away from the protection of its herd, leaped into the water to halt the lion’s pursuit, just narrowly escaping certain death. Oh, that’s good. But almost immediately a crocodile surfaced with wide-open jaws and the antelope succumbed. Oh, that’s bad. Life in the bush is a constant tale of, “Oh that’s good. That’s bad.” But so it is for our lives as well. Out in the bush, I was away from the horrific news events that occurred in Seville, Spain and in my own country in Charlottesville, and now in Houston. How is it possible to remotely think of, “That’s Good,” with tragedy, loss, and devastation? Those events… Continue reading

Shame Will Kill You – By Nicola O’Hanlon

  I’ve had a revelation, just this morning actually, that most of my life has been spent trying to avoid shame. I’m not alone in that pursuit either. It seems that most of the world is running from it too in one form or another. I have also been angry most of my life. The seed that created all of that anger is absolutely, unequivocally, shame, and every time someone attempts to shame me still, an anger rises up that I can’t resolve easily. The two emotions are intrinsically linked. Someone told me the other day that what I do is not actually real work. I was rooted to my chair, unexpectedly. Usually I’m not afraid of an argument. Usually I’d have defended myself and my work, but the person calmly walked away from me after saying what they said. It was clear that the comment was meant to put… Continue reading