The Death of a
Secret. Healing of the Mind, Body and Soul.
After many minutes, hours, days, months and years of healing
inspired by the tools presented in Ellen.com, I was asked to share my
Project Rachel experience, a story of abortion healing, in order
to encourage others to take heart, step out of isolation, find
hope and begin the process of healing.
The First Step
Toward 26.2 Miles
In December of 2001 a very dear friend was diagnosed
with cancer. The
fullness of my life grew, in spite of this tragedy, as I supported
my friend and The Leukemia Society’s Team In Training Program.
At 53 years old I raised money for cancer research, trained
my body and mind to be a runner and completed my first ever
marathon. In the
process, the quality of my life continued to improve in profound
Wahoo! A Honolulu
I did it! Sunday, December 8, 2002 the 30th Annual Honolulu
Marathon. The journey does not end.
What Did I Do Wrong?
A poem written by a young woman, at
the age of 15, as she journeys to heal from the shattered
innocence of her childhood. Secrets
and healing have no boundaries. They affect both the young and old.
Said Goodbye to My Father Today
January 2004 my father died. With the help
and love of the hospice program, he was granted his wish and died
peacefully in the safety and comfort of his home. I am grateful
that I was able to share in the final days and moments of his
There was so much "stuff" to sort
through after Dad died. Mom had died nearly ten years before and
we had not disturbed a thing deferring until Dad's passing. Now
that time had come and it was tempting to delay the process of
exploring a lifetime of letters, newspaper and magazine articles,
scrapbooks and pictures which made up the total sum of my parents
lives. However, being one of five children, there was no time like
the present for me to dive into the boxes that held family secrets
and treasures. And, indeed, what wonderful insights were revealed.
These two poems, authored by my mother's mother, are just some of
the gifts discovered. I am confident my grandmother wrote these
poems toward the end of her life. After all these years, I am
reminded how I still miss receiving her beautifully handwritten
letters. Be patient with yourself. Relax. Uncover the treasures
your loved ones have left behind and delight in their discovery.