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I though the earth remembered me....Mary Oliver

I thought the earth remembered me, she 
took me back so tenderly, arranging 
her dark skirts, her pockets 
full of lichens and seeds. I slept 
as never before, a stone 
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
-Mary Oliver

magnesium

Magnesium is one of my main squeeze therapies for many common women’s symptoms. Here are just a few of the ways I use it that you might find helpful, so save this email to your desktop for future reference! 

For menstrual cramps: 800-1200 mg magnesium glycinate daily for 3 days before your period starts, and for the first 2 days of your period, 

For restless leg syndrome: 600-1200 mg magnesium citrate before bed, 

For constipation: 400 - 600 mg magnesium citrate before bed, or up to 600 mg magnesium citrate twice daily until it starts working, which should be in a just a few days after starting it, 

For eye twitches and other muscle twitches of cramps: 1200 mg magnesium glycinate daily until the symptom is completely gone, then 600-1000 mg daily for several months, 

And for difficulty falling asleep: 600-1200 mg magnesium glycinate before bed.

It’s also one of the go-to remedies in my migraine prevention plan, which I share with you here in this week's new article and video. This plan has helped many of my patients to overcome chronic migraines - and I hope it brings you tremendous relief, too.

Aviva Romm, md

Feelings vocabulary wheel

Breakage by Mary Oliver

for the traveler JO'D

For the Traveler
– by John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us

Every time you leave home,
Another road takes you
Into a world you were never in.

New strangers on other paths await.
New places that have never seen you
Will startle a little at your entry.
Old places that know you well
Will pretend nothing
Changed since your last visit.

When you travel, you find yourself
Alone in a different way
More attentive now
To the self you bring along,
Your more subtle eye watching
You abroad; and how what meets you
Touches that part of the heart
That lies low at home:

How you unexpectedly attune
To the timbre in some voice,
Opening a conversation
You want to take in
To where your longing
Has pressed hard enough
Inward, on some unsaid dark,
To create a crystal of insight
You could not have known
You needed
To illuminate
Your way.

When you travel,
A new silence goes with you,
And if you listen,
You will hear
What your heart would
Love to say.

A journey can become a sacred thing:
Make sure, before you go,
To take the time
To bless your going forth,
To free your heart of ballast
So that the compass of your soul
Might direct you toward
The territories of spirit
Where you will discover
More of your hidden life,
And the urgencies
That deserve to claim you.

May you travel in an awakened way,
Gathered wisely into your inner ground;
That you may not waste the invitations
Which wait along the way to transform you.

May you travel safely, arrive refreshed,
And live your time away to its fullest;
Return home more enriched, and free
To balance the gift of days which call you.

birthday blessings JO'D

May you awaken to the mystery of being here 
And enter the quiet immensity of your own presence. 
May you have joy and peace in the temple of your senses. 
May you receive great encouragement when new frontiers beckon. 
May you respond to the call of your gift and find the courage to follow its path. 
May the flame of anger free you from falsity.
May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame and
Anxiety never linger about you.
May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul.
May you take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention.
May you be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.
May you experience each day as a sacred gift
Woven around the heart of wonder.
~ John O'Donohue

Someday we will all die...

modern phrases from Shakespeare

Friendship by David Whyte

FRIENDSHIP

is a mirror to presence and a testament to forgiveness. Friendship not only helps us see ourselves through another’s eyes, but can be sustained over the years only with someone who has repeatedly forgiven us for our trespasses as we must find it in ourselves to forgive them in turn. A friend knows our difficulties and shadows and remains in sight, a companion to our vulnerabilities more than our triumphs, when we are under the strange illusion we do not need them. An undercurrent of real friendship is a blessing exactly because its elemental form is rediscovered again and again through understanding and mercy. All friendships of any length are based on a continued, mutual forgiveness. Without tolerance and mercy all friendships die.

In the course of the years a close friendship will always reveal the shadow in the other as much as ourselves, to remain friends we must know the other and their difficulties and even their sins and encourage the best in them, not through critique but through addressing the better part of them, the leading creative edge of their incarnation, thus subtly discouraging what makes them smaller, less generous, less of themselves.

Friendship is the great hidden transmuter of all relationship: it can transform a troubled marriage, make honorable a professional rivalry, make sense of heartbreak and unrequited love and become the newly discovered ground for a mature parent-child relationship.

The dynamic of friendship is almost always underestimated as a constant force in human life: a diminishing circle of friends is the first terrible diagnostic of a life in deep trouble: of overwork, of too much emphasis on a professional identity of forgetting who will be there when our armored personalities run into the inevitable natural disasters and vulnerabilities found in even the most ordinary existence…

Friendship transcends disappearance: an enduring friendship goes on after death, the exchange only transmuted by absence, the relationship advancing and maturing in a silent internal conversational way even after one half of the bond has passed on.

But no matter the medicinal virtues of being a true friend or sustaining a long close relationship with another, the ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other nor of the self, the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.

...

From ‘FRIENDSHIP’ in
CONSOLATIONS: The Solace, Nourishment
and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words.
© David Whyte & Many Rivers Press
http://davidwhyte.stores.yahoo.net/newbook.html

...

Looking Together
Carmel, California January 2015
Photo © David Whyte

As Memoirs of a Geisha unfolds, the young Chiyo, having been bought into slavery by the matron of the geisha house, and unceremoniously told of her parents’ death, kneels in a pulsing, fetal heap of tears on the hard wooden floors of the okiya. As the scene peels open, Chiyo describes a poem at the local temple in her village called “Loss.” The poem “has three words, but the poet has scratched them out” for “you cannot read loss, only feel it.”

In writing this I have struggled to find a structure for the narrative to follow; grief has no structure, and it cannot be read. It is as C.S. Lewis cites in A Grief Observed:

“In grief nothing ‘stays put.’ One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral? But if a spiral, am I going up or down it?”

Henceforth, this piece will be structured by feeling. If it feels disorienting as you read, that’s because loss is disorienting. If it feels confusing, that’s because loss is confusing. If it feels uncomfortable, that’s because loss is uncomfortable. But, as I have found, and as I am finding on my best days, if I can sit with the disorientation, confusion, and discomfort of loss long enough, it can lead me to a greater appreciation of life and that the spiral C.S. Lewis describes can indeed bend towards the sun.

http://www.onbeing.org/blog/memoirs-of-a-griever/8000

These people are unafraid of walking with me through the mess of life, and are comfortable enough to let my dad’s stories live on in our conversations long after his life ended. Whether they are aware of it or not, these human beings normalize my story, and subtly invite me to feel whole in their presence — whole as a person who, for the rest of her life, will be learning how to miss and remember someone.

To me, this is an inheritance infinitely more meaningful than a sum of money. If “rings and jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts,” and “the only gift is a portion of thyself,” as Ralph Waldo Emerson shouts from the pages of history, then I am a lucky woman to have inherited a portion of my dad’s humanity — which lives on in my own.

Clarissa Pinkola Estes poem, song Holy Mother by Clapton and Pavarotti

http://aleteia.org/2015/03/03/video-eric-clapton-sings-song-he-wrote-for-blessed-mother-with-pavarotti/

http://themoderatevoice.com/209343/for-whomever-might-have-need-of-heartfelt-brokenhearted-beauty/

Prayer for the Living and the Dead
by cp estés

For all the innocents of our world.
May they be kept safe.
May those who have died,
remember no pain,
only beauty and Love.
For those still standing,
may all be comforted
in meaningful ways
by both visible and
invisible hands…

This comes with love,
dr.e.

Pieta Painting by George Yepes, mural artist of Los Angeles “El Tepeyac De Los Angeles” By permission. Yepes is also the painter of the image of Our Lady of Guadalupe, below.

Breathing and grief

http://www.drdooleynoted.com/anatomy-angel-grief-and-breathing/
http://www.drdooleynoted.com/anatomy-angel-grief-and-breathing/

This got me thinking of the anatomy of grief and breathing.
 
Our limbic system is part of the central nervous system that controls Homeostasis, Olfaction, Memory, and Emotion. 

 
Therefore, I like to say the limbic system takes us “HOME.”
 
Homeostasis involves several higher functioning systems for systemic balance, such as pH balance, blood pressure, heart rate, and other autonomic events, such as breathing.
Olfaction is the only special sense to be able to bypass the relay center. I liken it to a VIP member in the club, that can go right past the bouncer. 

 
The limbic system is also in charge of short-term memory and its integration into long-term memory. This part of the cerebrum is in very close contact with the centers for olfaction, which is why you smell something and remember where you were when you smelled it.

 
Emotions are regulated by the limbic system, also.
 
Therefore, the smell of a former love’s cologne can give you the memory of a former love. The memory can then initiate grief that changes the way that you breathe.
 
Welcome to the limbic system.
 
When you experience grief, it can actually change posturing. Then, you start to protract and elevate the shoulders, thus rounding them and decreasing the ability to build intra-abdominal pressure (IAP). That alters the homeostasis of breathing, perpetuating the cycle of grief.
 
This double-edged sword makes the grief cycle change breathing to make grief worse.
 
But if you know your anatomy and know how to properly breathe to build IAP, you can actually help manage your grief. This can help you with homeostasis, too.
 
If it’s a vicious cycle, the cycle can swing the other way.
 
When a memory triggers grief, interrupt the grief with proper IAP breathing.
 
These steps can help.
 
1. Breathe in deeply and slowly through the nose, with the body of the tongue on the roof of your mouth. Let the tongue tip hit the back of the upper teeth.
 
2. Look straight ahead, laser-focused on a target. Don’t let the eyes dart. Focus on an inanimate object.
 
3. Don’t raise the shoulders when inhaling. Fill the belly full with air on the inhale. Don’t suck in your gut on the inhale.
 
4. Let the chest rise naturally as air rushes in. Let the sternum move forward and slightly upward.
 
5. Let the sides and back of the ribs push out and back on the inhale, respectively.
 
6. Strengthen the abdomen and deliver more oxygen by prolonging the exhale. Oxygen is delivered to the system on the exhale for gas exchange. Get more bang for your inhale by prolonging the exhale.
 
7. Avoid teeth clenching and shoulder rounding at all times during the breath. Breathe more from the gut and less form the shoulders and neck.
 
8. This is not to discount therapeutic techniques, like talk therapy and emotional freedom technique. In fact, breathing can be used in conjunction with all things. After all you breathe to survive but also to thrive.
 
9. Use a new smell to help the limbic system program a new process. I like peppermint – as long as it is not associated with your grief.
 
Consider that your abdominal muscles are built for thousands of daily repetitions.

  
 They are a source of mental and physical strength.
 
Use your breath to process and overcome your grief.
 
Use the anatomy and physiology of the limbic system to help reverse your vicious grief cycle.
 
As always, it’s your call.
 
– Dr. Kathy Dooley