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The upside of feeling overwhelmed

Hummingbirds buzzed overhead as I enjoyed a tomato and cucumber salad from the garden. There’s nothing better than eating summer vegetables straight from the vine, I thought as I marveled at how the tiny birds maneuvered around the plants. I also thought about a conversation I’d had earlier that day with a friend who was having a tough time getting a good night’s sleep.

“I don’t know if it’s menopause or the stress at work,” my friend told me, “But I keep waking up in the middle of the night worrying about silly things like whether I turned off the stove or remembered to pay a credit card bill and I can’t get back to sleep.”

I’ve heard this complaint numerous times over the past several months. Friends, readers, and colleagues all complain about being in a constant state of turmoil that interrupts their sleep, and it makes perfect sense. Every day, a new crisis splashes across the screen of our lives, leaving no time to catch our breath. And breath is important for regulating the nervous system.

These days, I can’t tell you how many times I notice that my breath is only reaching my breastbone before it travels back up and out of my mouth. I swear I can hear my back and belly yelling “Hey, we’re down here, too – come visit!” Shallow breathing is a surefire way to dysregulate the nervous system and the remedy is quick and easy: Breathe into your belly. Breathe into your back. Breathe as if your whole rib cage were a giant ball in need of air.

To combat the daily anxiety, I’ve gotten in the habit of checking in on my breath. When I do, it’s often shallow, so I stop for a few minutes and do the ball breathing. Within minutes, my shoulders drop, my thoughts slow down, and my body feels more relaxed. Try it right now.

Here’s what else I do when I’m stressed: Just this morning, as I walked from the living room to the kitchen, I noticed my whole body leaning forward. It was as if my head were pulling the rest of me, and the minute I caught it, I stopped to readjust. Shoulders back, head over neck, butt muscles engaged, and automatically I felt more stable and grounded. Try that, too.

I hate to say it, but the anxiety of uncertainty isn’t going anywhere. Not only are our political system and upcoming elections a melting pot of madness, the rate at which technology is changing our lives (and our nervous systems) is also adding to the mix. But there’s an upside to all of this.

Coaching people for thirty years has taught me that most of us change our behavior in positive ways when we hit a life crisis – a divorce, getting laid off from a job, or an unexpected health diagnosis. Today, the crisis is overwhelm itself. Most of us feel like we’re on tilt, and it’s forcing us to look for ways to regulate from within rather than waiting for outer circumstances to change. Peace is and always has been an inside job, and once you own that truth and do something about it, life improves.

Interesting to note that the Enneagram can be a useful tool when dealing with anxiety. Each type tends toward certain behaviors under stress, and becoming aware of your particular dance can help you find a path to peace. As promised in our last Zoom gathering, I’m going to host a follow-up Q&A session about the Enneagram, and I’ll also talk about some of the stress behaviors for each type. We’ll meet this Wednesday, 8/12, at 3pm ET/12pm PT, and if you’ve joined us before, you’ll get an invite. If not, you can sign up here.

You’re not alone. Join us and meet your kindred spirits 😀.

Love,

Cheryl

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Three moments that changed my week.

“The amount of beautiful things in your life depends on your ability to notice them.”

I saw this message on Instagram last week, and for some reason, I decided to print it out and keep it on my desk. It’s always wise to have little reminders nearby that help us gather moments that feed the soul and sustain us through life’s challenges.

The first thing I noticed after printing out the message was how my cat Berty’s eyes matched the antique gold candlesticks on the island in our kitchen. When I walked out of the office, he was sitting next to them, tail wrapped neatly around his front paws, eyes straight ahead staring at something I couldn’t see, lacy whiskers upright and on alert. Cats are such regal creatures, I thought to myself, a perpetual source of beauty. I made a mental note to hang onto this image.

Later in the week, after heavy rain, I went into the garden to clean up the mess and noticed that my nasturtium plants had exploded in the storm, drinking in the extra water and overtaking their beds. The flowers were bigger than I’d ever seen, and I cut several – pale yellow, bright orange, soft peach – to put in a vase on the kitchen windowsill. Every time I went to the sink, I stopped to breathe in the stunning sunset of colors. Another infusion of good, I reminded myself.

On Friday, while driving home with my friend Jodi after lunch, we were blessed with a remarkable experience. Traveling down a back road, Jodi commented on how rural the area was just as a fawn lept out of the brush on the right side of the road and crossed into a field on the left. I slowed down so we could take in the sight, only to witness this young one dancing across the field, leaping in circles as she went. We sat in stunned silence, letting the experience settle in. We’ll always remember this moment, we both admitted as we continued on our way. A blessing indeed.

What sustains us through tumultuous times? How do we stay centered, strong, and able to contribute to life in meaningful ways? For me, it’s beauty. These images, experiences, and moments are the gems I gather in my spiritual pocket because they give me the sustenance I need to carry on despite the pain and suffering of the world.

I hope these examples inspire you to keep an eye out for your own gifts. Beauty is energy, and there’s an endless supply at your fingertips if you simply remember to notice.

Love,

Cheryl

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Who do you keep forgetting?

I was at the fridge grabbing something to drink when I stood up quickly and whacked my head on the freezer door I’d left open above me. Tears immediately sprang to my eyes as two things happened. I became angry and started criticizing myself for making such a “stupid mistake.” Then I began to reverse-engineer the experience, trying to understand how I’d hit my head in just the right spot to cause such intense pain. That’s when I thought of Charlie Goldsmith and his book, Human Medicine.

Human Medicine by Charlie Goldsmith

I’d finished the book before leaving on vacation and had made notes in preparation for our Zoom gathering this week. It’s why his work quickly came to mind. Charlie’s book is an invitation to notice, name, and embrace the parts of us that were split off during times of intense emotional pain. When we do, we heal past wounds, get unstuck, and generate the kind of solid resilience we can count on. One way we discover these parts is by paying attention to the feelings that occur during present-day situations.

My experience with the refrigerator is a simple example. When I hit my head, I felt instantly vulnerable and hurt, and instead of feeling it, accepting it, and comforting myself, I ejected these parts and became angry and curious. I started berating myself for being so stupid, and I became more interested in how it happened than in what I needed. As soon as I realized what I was doing, I sat down, wrapped my arms around myself, and said, “Sweetheart, it’s okay. I know you’re hurt and I got you.” As the pain subsided (and it did so quickly, by the way), I imagined reaching out to the young girl who couldn’t afford to be vulnerable, pulling her into my arms and folding her into my present-day self.

While this might sound like a silly exercise, it’s a fundamental path to wholeness and healing. Calling back the parts of us that were rejected during intense emotional experiences earlier in life not only makes us whole, it grows us up, and gives us access to the helpful qualities and skills we need as adults. This is the practice Goldsmith writes about in his book (in a very effective way), and we’ll talk more about it during our Zoom gathering this Wednesday.

Goldsmith is an energy healer from Australia, and I began following his work years ago. As someone who has studied energy medicine for decades, I appreciate his gift, his humility, and his desire to bring this healing method into mainstream medicine. Goldsmith is currently involved in several studies to demonstrate the efficacy of this work, and he’s developing an app that will connect healers with those in need of support. I’m excited to share his work with you.

You can join us this Wednesday (7/22) at 3pm ET (12 noon PT) to learn more about Charlie and his plans. If you’ve attended a Zoom gathering before, you’ll automatically receive an invite. If not, you can register here.

Learn more about Charlie Goldsmith and his book here.

Love,

Cheryl

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Healing begins when resistance ends

It was 3am when I woke with a start, barely able to swallow. My throat felt filled with razor blades, and I groaned at the thought of getting sick. Michael and I are headed out on vacation this weekend, and there’s much to get done before we leave. Normally, I’d panic, but experience has taught me to embrace the unpredictability of life. It’s far better to put our energy into adapting to what is rather than railing against what we don’t want. When we do, time slows down, and we enter into a helpful energetic flow that comes from moving with life rather than against it.

Speaking of energy, I just finished a book called Human Medicine by Charlie Goldsmith. Charlie is a gifted healer from Australia who was featured in the 2017 television series The Healer. I’ve been following his work for years, and I loved the premise of his book that healing occurs as we embrace and reintegrate the parts of us that were left behind during times of intense stress, overwhelm, trauma, shame, etc. These parts still exist outside of our awareness, and they keep returning with important gifts to share, waiting to be met with love and acceptance.

I’ll write more about Charlie in next week’s blog because he’ll join us for a Zoom gathering on Wednesday, July 22nd, at 3pm ET/12 noon PT (mark your calendars!). We’ll discuss his beautiful work, his commitment to bringing energy healing into mainstream medicine, and a unique (and smart!) project he’s developing to make it directly available to more people. You can learn more about Charlie and his work here.

More next week…

Love,

Cheryl

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Don’t feed the beast

I’m taking a little break from blog writing now and then over the summer, and will be sharing a few popular past blog posts. I hope today’s message is relevant to you (and helpful!).

~*~ Don’t Feed the Beast ~*~

Sometimes we gain wisdom from the most unexpected places. Last week, I had my buttons pushed when I stumbled upon a Facebook exchange about my work. Two women were discussing the release of my new audio program, “Self Care for the Wisdom Years,” and they made a few assumptions about me that were incorrect. And they weren’t very kind about it.

Normally, I brush those things off. I’ve been at this a long time, and I know better than to take things personally. But I’m human, and having just given birth to a new creative project, I naturally felt more vulnerable. In that state, it was easy to overreact.

After reading their comments, I felt compelled to reply and correct their mistakes (compelled being the operative word here). Fortunately, because I was upset, I knew better than to do so. Instead, I walked away from the computer, made myself some lunch, and turned on an episode of Madam Secretary – a favorite TV series.

About halfway through the episode, the actor playing the Secretary’s Communication Director was anxiously trying to get the Secretary to respond to a reporter maligning her work. “No,” the Secretary said repeatedly. “I’m not going to address it.” When pushed further, she exclaimed firmly:

“I am not going to respond. If you feed the beast, it just gets hungrier.”

 

Upon hearing her words, I felt my muscles relax. Well, there you have it, I thought. The perfect intervention. No need to add fuel to the fire.

I smiled, thanked the Secretary, turned off the TV, and finished my lunch. Then I went to my journal and wrote the following:

Misunderstandings
Judgments
Opinions
Frustration
Fear

DON’T FEED THE BEAST.

Wise advice to remember. When you choose self-regulation over drama, you’re no longer at the mercy of the outside world. Instead, you have your own back.

That’s called self-love in action.

Love,

Cheryl

 

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Where are you right now?

It was early Saturday morning when I decided to take an outdoor shower. Last week’s heat had finally taken leave, and as I stepped outside, I noticed the birds were back in full force. Goldfinches feasted on sunflower hearts. Baltimore Orioles pecked at oranges. Blue jays squawked in the distance, waiting for a seat at the table.

As I stood in the cold water, I thought about an email I’d received the day before and began crafting a reply in my mind. Then, as I started washing my hair, my thoughts turned to a car appointment I needed to reschedule so I made a mental note to send a text after my shower. As soon as I realized I was replaying a frustrating conversation I’d had with someone a week ago, I caught myself.

Cheryl, I said out loud, come back. There are too many people in this shower with you!

I laughed as I redirected my attention to the moment at hand. I felt the warm water on my skin, heard the blackbirds calling each other to breakfast, and looked up just in time to catch an intricate spider web swaying in the breeze above my head. This is the beauty you miss when you leave, I reminded myself.

We go about our daily lives with nonstop inner noise. Think about it. Who’s with you in the shower, when you’re folding laundry, or as you walk the dog? Who’s with you right now as you read these words? The mind is a relentless companion, and its chatter constantly pulls us away from the very place that brings life to life.

Fortunately, we have plenty of opportunities throughout the day to practice coming home to ourselves. The next time you’re driving to the store, waiting in line for coffee, brushing your teeth, or cooking dinner, notice when you’re not fully present and call yourself back with love. Say out loud: Come home, sweetheart. Then, feel the sensations in your body. Name three things you see right in front of you. Listen for the sounds around you. Let your senses bring you back to life.

Then, be sure to smile at your success. Because the minute you notice you’re not where you are, you’ve returned to where you’re meant to be.

Love,

Cheryl

 

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You don’t have to earn your joy

I stood at the kitchen sink rinsing plates and putting them in the dishwasher when I noticed a familiar train of thought laying tracks in my head. Let’s see, I told myself, I’m done paying bills, balancing the bank accounts, and cleaning up the kitchen, so now I can make a cup of tea and finish reading my book.

Sounds harmless enough, except that it was the third time in a week that I caught myself acting as if I could only do what I wanted to do once work was done. It’s an old habit, a holdout from the stage of life dedicated to accomplishment and succeeding, but now, in this new stage – the wisdom years – I have to keep reminding myself:

You don’t have to earn your joy.

So, I sat down in the living room, pulled a blanket over my lap, and spent the next hour finishing my most recent favorite book. As I turned the final page, I closed my eyes in an effort to hold onto the magic of the experience. My back told me I’d been sitting in the same position too long, but I didn’t want to break the spell by getting up to stretch.

Late to the party, I finished “The Correspondent” by Virginia Evans. This runaway bestseller tells the story of a woman who confronts aging, past mistakes, unshared opinions, and the consequences of living in small spaces (both in her head and in her life). The story is told through letters she writes and receives, and it’s a unique format that gets better with each turn of the page.

These days, I’m spending more time with books than with my phone or computer and it’s been such a pleasure. I’m now reading “The Forty Rules of Love” by Elif Shafak (a spiritually rich story), and in the last few months, I’ve finished autobiographies by Barbra Streisand, Anthony Hopkins, and Lionel Richie. These types of books are compelling because they not only teach me about the lives of artists, but about how the past influences the present, the trajectory of a creative career, and what people learn along the way as they age and become more self-reflective (and they all do).

I’ve learned something important by not postponing joy: Nothing catastrophic happens when you make pleasure a higher priority in your daily life. Instead, it softens the edges of the day, stretches time in the most delicious way, and reminds us that life isn’t something to be earned—it’s something to be lived.

Love,

Cheryl

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What needs to die before we do

I stared at the shiny white walls glowing from the bright light hanging above my head. Wrapped in a paper-thin cotton gown, I clutched the opening at my chest, baffled by the fact that someone still hadn’t invented a more comforting cover-up. As I waited for the dermatologist to arrive for my annual skin checkup, I questioned my decision to leave my phone in the car. Learning to stay present is important to me, but today I preferred a distraction.

After nearly 30 minutes of trying to meditate while listening to staff answering phone calls, I grew restless. That’s when I looked down at my feet. Ugh, I thought to myself as I twisted my toes this way and that. I should have gotten a pedicure. My feet are a mess. I held my hands out in front of me and splayed my fingers. And I hate this arthritis in my hands. It makes them look so old.

As I lifted my legs searching for suspicious age spots on my shins, a surprising inner voice commanded me to stop.

Knock it off, Cheryl, it ordered. You’ve been beating your body up for decades. Is this what you’re going to do for the remaining years of your life?

The impact of that question surprised me. I leaned back against the headrest and let out a frustrating sigh. Fault-finding was a well-honed habit, something I’d learned from my Mother who no doubt learned it from hers. We were generationally masterful at spotting physical flaws.

Did I want to keep treating my body like an enemy at this stage of my life? Had it done any good? Did naming flaws motivate me to fix them? Did I feel more loved under this kind of scrutiny and judgment?

No. Never. Not at all.

I stood up, grabbed a notepad and pen from a nearby counter, and wrote the following to myself:

Your body is a blessing. Your hands have written love notes, birthday cards, blogs, and books. Your feet have carried you to meet more beautiful people and places than you can even remember. No more criticism. Only love. Please keep this promise.

After the appointment, during the long drive home, I thought about how well-trained we are at judging ourselves and how this behavior becomes so unconscious and automatic that we don’t even notice it anymore. But this week I did. I caught myself, and I’m ready to lay these old habits to rest.

Some things must die before we do in order for us to age well.

Join me this week for a Zoom gathering on Wednesday, 3/25, at 3pm ET/12 noon PT, to talk about what needs to end so we can live well in our wisdom years. If you’ve been with us on Zoom before, you’ll get the invite. If not, you can register here.

Love,

Cheryl

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The politics of personal growth

We’d been talking for over an hour when the subject turned to politics and I felt a charge of energy run through my body. I knew we shared different views and I wanted to stay centered and kind. These days, I’m using the heated political climate as fodder for growth despite how uncomfortable it is. As a matter of fact, I’m using it because it’s uncomfortable.

Here’s what I have so far. We bring our history to every encounter. While it might look like I’m having a conversation with a friend, for example, the reality is there’s a crowd of people standing behind both of us. Who I am, what I believe, and how I behave is influenced by my parents, siblings, teachers, employers, religious leaders, friends, strangers, etc. Not only that, I’m also affected by past events – heartbreaks, disappointments, triumphs, trauma, betrayals, successes – all of it.

Our history shapes us and once we recognize that every human being is an amalgamation of their life experiences, we realize that the person voting for the candidate we despise brings their whole life to the ballot box. The friend who drives us crazy because she doesn’t share our concerns about an important issue has important issues of her own influenced by her past. Politicians who behave in ways that seem mind-boggling are guided by internal data that might appear crazy to us while familiar and sensible to them.

Looking at humans from this perspective helps me to relax the impulse to try to get someone to see my point of view. That’s because changing hearts and minds will never be as simple as saying the right words, using the proper tone, or delivering accurate information. I might be a master at communication, but I can’t crawl inside someone’s mind and delete their historical files.

But I can deal with my own.

My friend Debbie Ford used to say that when you point a finger at someone else there are three fingers pointing back at you. Her wisdom reminds me to focus on changing myself first because it changes the history that shapes my choices. It also helps me have compassion for those who don’t share my views.

Yes, it’s important to get out and vote, support the candidates and causes I believe in, and do everything I can to promote peace and prosperity. I also need to check under the hood. I will be far more effective long term when I tend to my own wounded past because it allows me to bring a healthy adult to any conversation.

These days, with the help of wise mentors, I’m focused on being more self-reflective and less reactive. I’m noticing when my past is affecting my present so I can do something about it. I’m choosing to be kind instead of judgmental because I want my words to heal. That way I have a better chance of contributing to a solution instead of a problem. And while fear tells me this isn’t enough, the work I’ve done to heal myself tells me otherwise. Hurt people hurt people. Healed people turn the tide of history.

Love,

Cheryl

P.S. – Check out the audiobook/workshop called Self Care for the Wisdom Years available through Audible. You can learn more here.

 

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