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In January 2007, at the age of 51, I joined a 12-step program and began my recovery from food addiction, losing 75 pounds in the process. Read more…

In January 2011, at the age of 55, I began my recovery from a multi-trauma accident, 36 fractures, damaged lungs, and post traumatic stress. Read more…

I am deeply grateful for all the kindnesses, large and small, offered to me in recovery. Here I am... alive… still making progress … still not perfect … finding a new way forward in a growing community of women and men who share a lot in common around food and life.

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The how of my Quiet Time

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Day 41 of continuing recovery

Every morning for the past week, I have gotten up at 5am, put on clothes, gone to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, walked the dog, looked at the sky, come inside, made a cup of decaf coffee, knelt, bowed three times, said prayers, and sat for 30 minutes of Quiet Time.

I use some of the techniques of Insight Meditation or Vipassana. However, for me, Quiet Time is not as rigorous as a regular meditation practice. I allow myself to change position, open my eyes, or have a sip of coffee.

I sit cross-legged on the sofa. It’s a very firm, upright sofa. With a small pillow under the back of my behind and a small pillow at the small of my back, my posture is erect and my hips are slightly higher than my knees. My hands rest in my lap, right hand cradling the left (for men it is the reverse), thumbs touching lightly. When a certain readiness occurs, my eyes gently close and I bring a small smile to my mouth.

I remind myself, there is Light in this room. There are friends here. (Gregory is asleep in the bedroom. Miranda the labradoodle is beside me.) I request, “May all beings be well, happy and peaceful.” I check my list and hold certain people and situations in the Light.

I bring bare attention to the touching sensation of breath at the nostrils… again, and again, and again, and again. Each time I notice I’ve left the breath, I bring it back to the touching sensation of breath at the nostrils. It’s simple, but not always easy. When I awake to having left the breath, I notice my thumbs are no longer touching and my attention has usually gone to planning for the future. It could be the future of 30 minutes from now… or 30 years from now. Sometimes, it’s the past. If thoughts keep arising, I may note them with one word, such as memory, fantasy, planning, imagination, or judgment.

My intention is to just observe. I notice where my mind wants to attach good or bad or story to what happens in Quiet Time; re-minding myself that it’s just about observing; and anything that’s observed changes.

From time to time, consciously, I chose to follow my attention from the breath into the body with an attitude of loving curiosity. There’s the breath at the nostrils; the right knee calls with a twinge of pain; there’s a subtle twitching in the left calf. Gradually I begin to feel a circulating energy, then pulsations, moving from one rhythm into another. Back to the breath. Inevitably, after 20 minutes, some insight arises. A surprising thought. An ah-ha moment.

When I take Quiet Time every day, I experience my life with more gratitude and discernment.

Thank you to the founders of our 12 step recovery program for food addiction who understood the importance of this tool for tapping into the wisdom of the body and living in Reality.

Love & Light,

Valerie

La Vie en Rose

 

Day 37 of continuing recovery

 

Dear Friends,

Friday evening I danced the 5 Rhythms for two and a half hours. Towards the end of the evening I noticed that I had been continually dancing the brokenness of my body and my Year of Trauma. A memory appeared of my sister gently inviting me to breathe with her. I could not do it at the time. As I was dropping into that moment I noticed that I could breathe now. I breathed deeply and rhythmically with the music and the dance became more fluid. In a moment of Grace, inspiration rose to close ‘the dance of the accident’ and begin ‘the dance of the coach’. My heart opened. Thank you, G-d.

Then, this morning I received a wonderful gift! I saw a picture of Melody Gardot in an ad and was inspired to look her up.

Only 23 years old, Melody Gardot is a lovely pop-jazz singer and instrumentalist. As I perused her website I noticed that in her videos she has a cane. It turns out she was struck by a car in 2003, an accident that left her with life-altering injuries. As she began an emotional expedition toward healing, she used music as therapy to heal her spirit and ultimately her gifts were revealed to herself and to the world.

Watch the joyful, colorful, sexy video of ‘Mira’!

And here is her ‘La Vie en Rose’.

In Gardot’s words, “‘La Vie en Rose’ represents a lot of things for me, but mostly it represents my feelings towards my guitar. What it has brought into my life and how things have changed. ‘La Vie en Rose’ is like food for my musical garden. For me, ‘La Vie en Rose’ like music, has allowed me to be reinvent myself, and even to change into somebody else completely. Waking up in the morning knowing you can’t move or speak, as was the case after my accident, can be difficult and painful. But your imagination feeds on everything that will happen in the future. We all need a new lease on life from time to time!”

As the 12 Steps tell us, life can change. Hope is possible. Miracles happen. There is the right food we need for our own musical gardens.

Love & Light,

Valerie

Dwellers all in time and space

Hey, that's us! Note the orientation is turned nearly 180 degrees.

Day 31 of continuing recovery

This past weekend Gregory and I traveled with my mom and my brother-in-law’s mother to Lake Forest, Illinois for the wedding of our beautiful niece, Emily, and her beloved Tim. It was a blessed time accompanied by several celebratory gatherings that also joined our two extended families.

As our relatives met each other we, of course, found all kinds of connections and shared interests. There was lots of love and gratitude going around.

On the plane coming home on Sunday night I practiced my exercise of gazing at the lights below; looking for the geography of the planet; the outline of a community; recognizable landmarks; the activity of traffic; and intentionally noticing that each spot of light must be connected to at least one other human being — a person living their own life like I am living mine.

Then I imagined that I was at home in one of those spots of light below. One unique life among millions still bright, but soon to be extinguished like billions before and after me.

I have lots of 12-step work to do on humility. Every little bit helps.

From Hymn 410, “Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven”, one of the wedding hymns that Emily and Tim chose:

Angels help us to adore him; you behold him face to face; Sun and moon bow down before him, dwellers all in time and space. Alleluia, alleluia! Praise with us the God of grace.

Love & Light,

Valerie

 

I am that…

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Day 24 of continuing recovery

 

If I am not survivor of a terrible accident…

And if I am not daughter of musicians…

And if I am not wife of massage therapist…

And if I am not sister of my sister…

And if I am not my job…

And if I am not my religion, race, ethnicity or gender…

And if I am not a food addict…

And if I am not my right leg…

And if I am not my body…

And if I am not my mind…

And if I am not my words, thoughts, beliefs, ideas nor dreams…

And if I am not my experience…

Then what am I?

All that’s left is love, thank you G-d.

I’m aiming for all that’s left.

 

Love & Light,

Valerie

 

Painting: Mauve District, 1966 by Helen Frankenthaler