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The poet Maya Angelou once wrote that "there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you...". The statement is as wise as it is significant to the times we live in. We have lost touch with our spiritual center and are being called to search within and discover our souls again. In that discovery, stories emerge like butterflies breaking out of their cocoons.
I have overcome many obstacles and difficult times by using natural approaches, and by feeling out what combination of healing tools will work for me. And many stories arose out of these difficulties. I am especially interested in sharing stories about the miraculous synchronicities, deep healing and transformation that take place when you tap into your creative center, which for me is the door into my spiritual self.
If, by sharing my stories, I can touch even one life then I believe I will have achieved something important, because every single life matters. And
every single act of caring contributes immeasurably to the spritual revolution now taking place all over the world as increasingly more people experience an awakening of consciousness.
My background in the media, academia, teaching, alternative healing and creative writing has provided me with many opportunities to present my ideas to diverse groups of individuals. But the most valuable offering I have as a speaker is the stories I carry within me. This isn't anything new or unique to me, of course. It's hard-wired into us as humans to share our stories. In ancient cultures, storytelling wasn't just entertainment. It was as essential a part of the social structure as is our communications' infrastructure today, serving many vital functions. The healing power of storytelling is well understood among indigenous peoples, but modern-day society is disconnected from its roots. By telling - and retelling - our stories and by listening to others stories we heal in ways that "modern" medicine does not provide.
Some of the stories I share are about how I use creativity, intuition and alternative therapies to heal myself of illness and other health problems. Natural healing and creative writing are for me intrinsically entwined. It's at the heart of all my creative talks.
If you'd like to have a listen to some of my Wildhorse Creative Talks you can do so at Free Words & Greene Words Blog.
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When I was 18 years old, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. We were told she had a 90% chance of full recovery if she received chemotherapy after removing the tiny tumour on the lobe of her left lung. Six months after the operation and three months before my 19th birthday, she died.
My Aunty May used to stay at the hospital with our mother; one evening while at her bedside she heard my mother say "It's so beautiful."
"What's beautiful, Ann?" my aunt asked, and she answered: "The Light, May. It's so beautiful!" My mother passed away shortly after that.
This was the first of three major deaths that would shatter my world before I was 30 years old and which sent me further down the dark path of addictions I was already on. Three years after my mother's death, my father, who was a severe alcoholic, had a stroke. Two weeks later he died, never coming out of the coma he'd lapsed into before I could get to the hospital. I felt like a little boat at sea. I had just turned 22.
A couple of years after, I moved to Toronto to stay with my best friend. One evening he took me out to dinner. He had something important to tell me, he said. We ordered a bottle of wine. My friend Jimmy was always easygoing and very funny. That night he was in an upbeat mood, so I thought he'd gotten a promotion at work. Instead, what he told me left me reeling: he was dying of AIDS. He was 26 years old. Two years later, he passed away in the hospital. On the night I learned of his passing, instead of calling anyone, I drank myself into a stooper alone. It was 1988. I'd been trying to quit drinking since my father's death, with little success. I kept trying and failing, falling off the poverbial horse and getting back up, falling down, getting up. That's how it went, the deafening silence of my own hallowness following me like an invisible shadow.
You know when you pick up the receiver and the line is dead? That's what it was like - the sound of nothing, so huge it threatens to swallow you up whole in its unknown chasm of hopelessness.
In January 1992, unable to stand the silence any more, I checked myself into a treatement center in Houston, Texas. With the help of alternative healing, writing, counselling and numerous support groups, I quit alcohol and smoking cold turkey. When the plane landed in Toronto a month later, I experienced something extraordinary. As I was standing up to get my baggage from the overhead compartment, I noticed that certain people on the plane had a light around them, whereas others did not. It was an electrifying moment I will never forget. It reminded me that my higher power was all around me and could manifest any time. The experience also confirmed something I already sensed about myself: that I was gifted with certain intuitive healing abilities, which could be cultivated simply by getting in touch with my soul. It also showed me that I needed to work on "seeing" the light in everyone, not just those who are shining, since some people are in such a dark place their light is hidden.
My life transformed rapidly after that and every day it got a little brighter and better.
In 2001, just when I was finally feeling a sense of stability and security I'd never known as an adult, tragedy hit again with the death of my partner followed by my brother's death three months later. I was in deep shock, as they were both young and the deaths were sudden and unexpected. And so for a long time I remained in denial. The following years were deceptive. I seemed to spring back quickly, on the surface, but underneath I was dying slowly. These new losses revived the old ones and it was too much for me to bear. Life felt cruel. So I buried the pain and the stories along with it and cocooned myself from the world. At times, I even considered whether life was worth living.
But I never gave up. And somehow I managed to keep my comittment to staying sober using alternative healing and creative exploration. January of this year (2016) was the 24th anniversary of my recovery from addictions, without relapse.
I wrote quite a bit of poetry in that decade, from 2001 to 2010, and worked on many other creative projects, but for the most part it remained out of sight, hidden in boxes or buried beneath paperwork.
It took time, but bit by bit I rebuilt my life. In 2012, I revived my previous business and slowly began its transformation to reflect the new growth and understanding that had come out of those devastating losses and other difficult life experiences. I knew that I could no longer hide my creative work or turn my back on the gifts I'd been blessed with.
Out of this new growth Wildhorse Research and The Moss Express was born. Finally, after almost 15 years as a freelance writer I was making my dream happen - to incorporate my own creative projects into my business.
Today, whenever I feel I am "falling," I call up the image of the "light" my mother spoke of. I see that light not as an ominous sign of death but as a powerful affirmation of life itself, a manifestation of divine creative energy. It is where I go first when my poetic self is waning or I am ill, to ask for help and get insights and guidance. Everything else follows from that place. Over the years, I've been fortunate to have connected to some very powerful "lights" - people with deep spirituality and healing gifts. Some of these individuals have other careers while others are spritual-based coaches. (Meet some of my favorite healers at MIA'S CIRCLE).
When I was in my teens and into my 20s I was connected to my soul but wasn't really aware of it. It was just a natural belief in the power of "good" and a confidence that I could change anything for the better if I put my mind to it. I was fortunate to have this faith in such abundance, but youthful inner strength gets tested over time. And as life presents us with difficulties, if we don't develop a consciousness of that connection and a way to keep connected to it regularly, the light can begin to fade until we are lost. For most people, words are the beginning to a way back, because our thoughts create our reality and our thoughts are made up of words. So we need to be conscious of our inner dialogue as well as the exterior dialogue we let in to our space and allow to affect us.
Words are vessels infused with immense, powerful energy. We can activate that energy by choosing words, people and things that connect us to the "light" or to the "dark". Just a few words have sufficed to spark wars. But well-chosen words have also ignited peaceful revolutions and toppled dictators.
There is no limit to what you can accomplish when you get in touch with your creative self and free your story.
How has someone's words, written or spoken, changed your life? Leave me a message HERE. I'd love to hear from you.