The Linoleum and the Lady

Recently it happened... The full blown meltdown of mind and body, the only remnants of myself a blubbering mess of gasping sobs lying on the kitchen floor in my bathrobe. To be in that moment of complete despair while at the same time outside of myself thinking "What the hell is wrong with you? Get up!" is like some twisted form of The Truman Show where I'm watching my own drama unfold while simultaneously writhing within it. As much as I could feel some form of pilot light of strength and hope deep within me, what won out was the overwhelming compression of months of riding the Gravitron of life tumult. When the ride finally slowed the grief vomited forth in a tsunami of despair and exhaustion.

Remembering to be the Water in the River

Recently I've realized that with all of the adjustment to academia and stresses of single momdom I have forgotten the most important part of life - to connect to the Source of all that is good, the Source that emanates from within me and surrounds me at all times. With the loss of this connection to the Tao of life I have become more like the boulder in the bottom of the stream than the river that flows with ease above. I have felt underwater, stuck in a way that I have never experienced before. The only moments I peer above the surface are when I remember to connect to the Divine, remember to feel the blessings each breath contains, and allow myself the freedom to release the weight of my incessantly chattering mind. In these moments I move again, as though I am released from the mass of jagged rock by a silent miracle, and for a blink I am instead the water, flowing along with grace and ease. I've had about enough of the muck and mud at the bottom of the stream, I'm ready to feel the warmth of the sun and breathe in the cool autumn air again.

One of "Those" Days...

Today was one of "Those" days. You know the ones, where from the very get-go things are topsy-turvy and life feels more like a spinning, inverse roller coaster than the merry-go-round that Hollywood hypnotizes us into believing exists. It was a day when the feelings of the limitations of single-parenthood drove right over me, squashing me into the reality that I'm only one person, and there is no way I can do it all... at least not with grace and sanity. There is bound to be extensive road rash.

There is No Potato

This is a story I recently shared on Facebook. It is a perfect beginning to my Life is Blessed blog:

I had an old friend call me tonight. A couple times a year he spontaneously calls, seeking wisdom for some challenge he is working through. He has known me since I first began on the Life Coach path, and it felt good to be of service. I wanted to share with you the story I told him. I have shared it many times with clients and friends, and maybe it will benefit you as well...

It is Time to Begin...

I have known for awhile that it was time to start blogging again. When every action I take is narrated in my mind, including internal comments on the potential universality of my life lessons, the universe is making itself very clear... start typing, Crystal.


Life has been interesting lately. I suppose it's always colorful, but recently I feel as though part of me has fallen asleep and wants to wake up. Since I pretty much chose this forced hibernation of sorts, I'm reluctant to have the groundhog see his shadow so soon.