Saturday, December 21, 2013

Solstice Blessings



Wondrous Winter Solstice 2013

Star of wonder in the night
Star of hope-filled light
Star with love shining bright


Infinite annual cycles
Bring sun's blessing
Down to earth


Message in our blood
Around the world
We are one


Sands of Time
Awaken
Zen of Openness


Enter the temple
Strewing flowers
To honor Goddess Gaia


All is Good 2014 

Images: LiDoƱa Wagner Tea and Me series



Friday, November 29, 2013

A Healing Journey


First Things First
Easter Sunday, walking at a rapid pace and not being present in the moment, I misjudged a curb and flew through the air to land full force in the asphalt road. Arms outstretched to break the landing, I fractured my upper left arm near the shoulder.


With horizontal and vertical cracks near the top of the humerus bone, the orthopedists were concerned that the top of the bone would break off and then things would be very serious. The best course of action was to immobilize the arm in a sling belted to my waist for one month to give the bone a chance to heal. They assured me that if I did this, I could expect to recover 80% of my previous use of that arm. 
No one spoke of the trauma’s effect on the rest of my body or my psyche. No one spoke of the effects of immobilization on all the muscles and tissues of my arm, shoulder and side body. There were no references to other health practitioners.

Arm straped to my body, I adjusted computer setups and sleeping and bathing arrangements and mastered pain management so I could continue working. I gave up my yoga practice but managed to keep up a walking routine. With one goal emblazoned on my mind, immobilizing the arm to prevent displacement of the top of the humerus bone, I ignored the seriousness of what had happened. In typical grin and bear it fashion, I pretended everything was as it had been before, except that I was functioning with one arm.

Whole Body Experience


It was not until permission was given to take off the sling, that I began to realize that such a harsh fall is a total body experience. I was given a prescription for physical therapy, but my preferred provider was away getting married. Awaiting her return, I became aware of tension throughout my body and in my approach to life.


I arranged for a full body massage and was fortunate to be scheduled with a woman who had a wide repertoire of techniques. She found myofascial release most effective in getting my body to relax. Under her gentle touch, I felt pain and tenderness in oh, so many muscles! The trauma of impact came to the surface and all of the tears that shock had prevented me from shedding began to flow.


After a few massages and physical therapy sessions, I became conscious of a persistent ache in my chest, near the breastbone. Someone suggested that a rib might be out of alignment. Bingo! Of course the ribs had suffered from the impact. So, off I went to a chiropractor. Sure enough, once he had tapped a rib back into place, the chest pain was gone. He gave me a prescription for manual therapy – myofascial release – to supplement my bi-weekly physical therapy sessions.

Use it or lose it is absolutely true. I was in continual astonishment at the number of muscles and fascia that have to be urged into functioning again. I am convinced there is a way to immobilize a bone without making muscles stop their normal functioning. For example, a dissolvable substance could be injected into bone fractures. As the bone began to heal, new cells could displace the substance and make it dissolve. Or a net made of dissolvable threads could be spun around the bone. The threads would be timed to dissolve as the bone healed. All of this would require microscopic surgery and unfortunately surgery is very hard on the body. So maybe we’re stuck with the archaic practice of letting muscles atrophy in order to allow a bone to heal properly. 

Honoring Client Goals
I am blessed with an amazing physical therapist. Right off the bat, I announced that 80% recovery was not good enough. I needed 95-100% recovery for my art, gardening, and yoga. Her response was, “OK, let’s see how far we can go!” Of course, I have to do my part. When she gives me exercises, I have to be faithful in doing them.

As we came close to the 80% point, I seemed to hit a plateau and I began to lose momentum with doing my exercises. In order to get moving again, I suggested that I get back into yoga. Not only did I feel that I had lost overall flexibility in the six months without yoga, I sensed that I needed to begin asking the arm to do the things that a fully functioning shoulder would permit. I also knew I needed fresh motivation toward my goal of complete recovery.
My physical therapist agreed. She gave me some limits and clues about when to stop in order to prevent re-injury. Mostly I had to limit the number of down-dogs I did and stay away from plank pose. Right away yoga began showing me my limitations. This information guided my therapist in pinpointing specific muscles that needed support. You have no idea how many muscles there are underneath the shoulder blade!
 
My team and I are making strides toward my goal. I hope to complete my healing journey toward the end of December.

Recovery in a Nutshell
If you experience a major challenge such as a broken or fractured bone, here’s what I recommend.
  •  Recognize that whatever happened, it is a whole body experience
  • Develop a team approach to your recovery
  • Find at least one practitioner who will listen to your goals and help you move toward them
  • Be diligent in doing your exercises and patient with slow progress
  • Work through the plateau


All photos from Google Images

Friday, October 25, 2013

The Fullness of Being You


Lunar Eclipse
Deep indigo, no moonlight
Wholeness within, perfect time
Creative children to birth


Women's Cyclical Nature
Women are accustomed to the snake-like process of shedding our skins and taking on new roles, identities, and even personalities. It is part of our physical nature to go through periodic cycles, beginning with the onset of menses.

Sometime between ten and fifteen, our bodies indicate that childhood is over. Monthly ovulation signals that we can become child bearers. Similar to the cycles of the moon, these monthly rhythms are sometimes referred to as moon cycles. Each month our body prepares to nurture an egg. When an unfertilized egg passes through the uterus, our body begins to slough off the blood it had prepared for a placenta that would have nurtured a fertilized egg. As that cycle ends, a new one begins.

With the onset of menses, girls give up identifying with dolls and take on the “temptress” role. This may eventually lead to finding a mate who will take us through another rite of passage - from fecund female to nurturing mother.

At a deep unconscious level, this snake-like “sloughing off” becomes second nature. And even though change is natural and even desirable, it is still difficult. Especially since the beginning of a new cycle is often prefigured by depression, restlessness, or unease related to a sense of losing one’s former self.

In terms of social roles, some women go through new stages of life as often as every ten years. For others it may be every twenty or thirty years. The mothering identity is so strong that as beloved children begin to leave the nest, some women lose touch with their cyclical nature and begin to panic. They may have affairs or a late-life child in order to prolong a role that had come to seem total and all encompassing.


Menopause represents a big moon cycle, in fact, an eclipse of our moon. What appeared in our teenage years begins to wane and disappear. It is mega skin-shedding time and signals that we will no longer have monthly reminders that life is cyclical. In sloughing off our childbearing capacity, we experience strange new energies and impulses and greater self-awareness. It’s an opportunity to reinvent our selves.

Experiencing a peak of power and strength, post-menopausal women find Western society’s image of “retirement” or “senior citizen” problematic. The male model of retirement does not fit our nature. Rather than withdrawing from social engagement to reconvene on the golf course, we are ready to reposition our selves within a larger social scene. All our previous experience has shown us that whether it is giving up our mothering role, transitioning a twenty to thirty year career, or leaving a demanding 9-5 job, this is an evolution to a new self-image, the dawn of a fertile era.


Embracing the Fullness of Being You
At each stage of life a woman must bring all her creative energies to bear on giving shape to her authentic self, the one within and yet beyond the nubile young maiden, the supportive mother, or the responsible worker. We must shed our former identities and social norms to release our creative powers and give birth to new ventures.

It is precisely because life transitions, though natural, are difficult that I have developed a series of seven creativity and personal transformation workshops called Something More. Utilizing creative processes such as visual art, personal writing, and facilitated individual and group reflection, each session provides in depth conversation with other women who are ready to discover their personal wellsprings for generative living. I am offering these five-hour workshops for the first time this year here in Eugene.

Who am I? Acknowledging My Current State
Oct 12         Awakening My Untapped Potential
Nov 16        Dreaming My Authentic Self

What do I want? Visioning My Desired Path
Dec 14            Owning My Personal Power
Jan 18             Visualizing My Ideal Future
Feb 15            Realizing All That I Can Be

Where am I going? Actualizing My Awesome Capacities
Mar 15            Opening to New Vistas
Apr 12            Singing My Being into Existence

Whatever transition you are in, trust that the gentle beauty of a new moon follows the lunar eclipse. Relish it.


Saturday, September 28, 2013

Eclectic Treats of Northern California

Redwood Giants

We reserved plenty of time to explore the redwoods
on the way from Mendocino back to San Francisco.

Stepping into Hendy Woods,
we saw how fallen trees feed an entire ecosystem.

Seeing Karen beside this enormous rootball was awesome.

Tree heights were so vast we could not capture
the entire height in one photo.

The resilience of the oldest trees was manifest
in their survival of an intense fire years ago.

Bravo Boonsville Hotel

Not ready for lunch but wanting a cool drink,
we stopped at the Boonsville Hotel, a modern roadhouse.
Karen's instincts were right. Behind the fence and
modest hotel entry were more than even she anticipated.
We took our drinks of apple cider and mineral water
out to lounge chairs overlooking the garden.
From there we could see the hotel's delightful
casitas made of recycled materials 
We watched the kitchen's chef come out to clip herbs
from the garden that was planted in an amphitheatre arrangement.
Walking down garden aisles gave us a close up view of Sunflowers
and decorative plants providing shade for  edible crops.
A gazebo in the center of the garden was covered
in bright orange flowers.
Garden terracing, eco-friendly casitas, inviting gazebo, comfortable patio seating, and
artful hotel details showed us what 25 years of manifesting one's dream can produce.

Charming Healdsburg

Leaving Boonsville, we headed into wine country.
Wine from the Russian River Valley has a rich smooth taste.
We arrived in Healdsburg to find gentrification everywhere.
With an attempt to preserve
some of its old world charm.
The downtown center is a square built around a central park.
An art lover's town, even the bookstore displays fabric art by its owner. 
Galleries range from avant gard jewelry, to decorative
paintings, to crafts, to fine art. 
Healdsburg Center for the Arts had a cool juried ceramics show.
It and Barn Diva stimulated my imagination.
Successful vineyards are the source of Healdsburg's prosperity.
Who wouldn't love a climate like that of Tuscany, Italy?

Glorious Golden Gate

Santa Rosa appeared drab after Healdsburg, but
we enjoyed the local botanic garden.
Approaching San Francisco, we were greeted by mystical fog.
Golden Gate bridge was blanketed
in low hanging clouds.
But nothing can really hide its inherent beauty.
Can there be a more fitting entry to a cosmopolitan city?
Or a more inspiring departure from a feast on
the eclectic treats of Northern California?
























Sunday, August 25, 2013

Beautiful Mendocino


My companion for the Pilgrimage show at Mendocino Art Center was Karen Campbell,
world traveler and business consultant from Vancouver, British Columbia.
After meeting at SFO airport car rental, Karen wove bravely through
the streets of San Francisco, taking us across the Golden Gate bridge
into Sausalito for lunch and her daily cup of espresso.

Wending up the Northern California Coast

At Santa Rosa we crossed to the coast to take the scenic route which,
following the coastline, had hairpin curves all the way to Mendocino.

Sky and ocean were worth the vigilance that the winding road required.

We marveled at the curious string of micro climates we met around each curve
in the road - moving from lush greenery to dry desert-like conditions.
When we reached Jenner by the Sea we stopped to rest. We felt assured
that we would reach Mendocino before dark and be able to find our airbnb in Fort Bragg.

Mendocino Art Center & Pilgrimage Show

Our first morning in Mendocino, Karen and I went straight to the art center
to check out the hanging of the show and leave books and cards for sale. 

Karen captured the marvelous mixed age range of Northern California
arts supporters as they arrived for the opening reception for Pilgrimage.

This appreciative viewer was fascinated by my small book on the pedestal.
It is composed of studies for the Maliwada, India painting on the back wall.

Attendees seemed to resonate with my description of the creative journey
being a zig zag path similar to Lombard Street in San Francisco.

In sharing some of the guidelines I used for the Pilgrimage series of paintings,
I gave people clues for how to read my abstract work

People in this area are well-traveled. Born and raised in Australia,
this lovely woman shared meeting her future husband on the boat to United States.

Do you think the woman in black is reading the Urdu writing in this painting?
It's the International Declaration of Human Rights.

Discovering Mendocino
Former water towers are evident all over town. They have been transformed
into living quarters as residents no longer have to store water.

"Naked Ladies" are seen throughout Mendocino county.
They belong to the Amaryllis family.

Sandy headlands are reminiscent of Scotland and Nova Scotia.

Inviting beaches offer numerous sporting opportunities.

Gorgeous succulents are everywhere!
They thrive on moisture from the air.

Credits:
Pilgrimage Show and Mendocino photographs– Karen Campbell
Photos from car and collage – LiDoƱa Wagner