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Opening of Whole Life Center

On Saturday the Whole Life Center … at the Rock opened.  Kristine Bentz, Sweetgrass Ceremonies, Annie Loyd, Urban Shaman, and Peg Heintzellman, Reike Master, graciously blessed the beginning of this healing center with their presence and skills.

Annie led a community drumming and Kristine opened the sacred circle.  Peg invoked the seven directions; Rev. Ken spoke of the importance of the work ahead.  The group responsively shared the mission of the Center:

Embracing the sacred.

Supporting life transitions.

Celebrating life passages.

Living through loss.

Welcoming solitude.

Strengthening spiritual practices.

Caring for our bodies.

Reducing stress.

Providing tools.

Telling stories.

With joy the ribbon was cut and everyone visited about the work of healing through promoting healthy responses to the realities of our lives and creating pathways to wholeness.  Judy Schwiebert led a yoga demonstration, Peg showcased Reike, and Tony Spencer led folks in Tai Chi.  Healthy snacks and great conversation flowed and the Center was launched.




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Thin Places

When Mom died, she left several well-tended plants in her home.  Her thumb remained green throughout her struggle with ovarian cancer and those caring for her were instructed when and how to water the plants, turn them toward the sun, fertilize them, etc.

When Mom died, two beautiful Christmas cacti were available and a nephew’s wife claimed the smaller.  I decided to take the larger one and it rode between my husband and me in the moving truck between Fort Collins and Phoenix.  I guarded it carefully and was happy when it arrived intact.

Where to put it?  First I chose a place close to the kitchen table so we could enjoy it daily, but the plant didn’t thrive.  I decided it needed more light so it traveled to a sunny south-facing bedroom window.  There it began to grow again.

Recently, while talking long distance with my brother, I glanced down to see little pink knobs at the end of some segments.  It dawned on me that the Christmas cactus was blooming—something that’s never happened before in our home.  My thumb is decidedly purple.  Upon closer examination, I saw that several buds had actually become small blooms.  And there were 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 buds and then another 5 more!

As tears coursed my cheeks, I shared with my brother.  Not only had I not killed Mom’s plant, it was blooming!

Into the thin place between life and death, I whispered in her ear, “Look, Mom, it’s blooming!  I didn’t kill it!  It (and all you gave us) is blooming!”




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Children and Rituals

For many years my family has celebrated New Year’s Eve in Sedona at a shared condo.  Off and on since 2003 we’ve conducted a hat-designing contest where items found in the condo are fashioned into ridiculous headgear.  This year my thought was to skip the contest.  I didn’t pack extra props as in some years past and it seemed like a tradition we could safely leave behind.

That opinion was not shared by our 9-year-old granddaughter.  “Amma, did you bring things for us to make hats?” she asked.  When I told her I hadn’t she declared that she was sure we had enough stuff right there and we should once again have the contest.

As you can imagine, that’s what happened.  One grandson elected to be the judge and create the ribbons while the other meticulously fashioned a hat from a colander and hundreds of little circles created with a paper punch and a small rubber airplane he’d discovered.  Our granddaughter found silk flowers and used another colander as a base to create a very clever fancy hat with a Happy New Year sign affixed to it.

We paraded around and awards were given.  By the way, in my contests everyone receives an award.

I’m guessing that next year I’ll bring supplies.  Afterall, rituals must be honored.  It’s a tradition!