For the next few months I will be talking about writing and healing as a guest blogger at www.breastcancer.org. I post there about every six weeks.
The folks at Breastcancer.org love my book and see it, as I do, as being all about healing. It could be used by any group or person, but since I am a cancer survivor, I chose to offer it to this population.
The blogs focus on the Sessions in my book, Writing & Healing: A Mindful Guide for Cancer Survivors. As well, they will include a short exercise.
Just posted is my second guest blog post, “Prompting the Healing Power of Writing” It can be found here.
To follow will be “Healing Breath”in August.
The first blog post is “Writing & Healing: Using Mindfulness and Creativity to Become Whole Again“. Please check it out here.
To hear a story…
…is to open windows and let another’s words drift in. To hear a story is to open a door into oneself. To hear a story is to hear how someone’s life counts—to know that all that they might say could be true for you, too.
We all have a story to tell…
What is your story?
A friend, who is mourning the death of her daughter, told me she is using the meditation CD in the back of my book. It is helping her grieve. Another friend has suggested my book to someone going through post-traumatic stress syndrome. I am pleased that the Guide and CD are being used for divergent needs because they are about healing…healing from anything…healing for anything. I have called it Writing & Healing: A Mindful Guide for Cancer Survivors, because I am a cancer survivor and care deeply about helping other during and after treatment. But it is for everyone. Even those who simply want to be happier.
Recently I used it myself to see if I can learn to take better care of myself. I used the meditation CD and Self-Care exercises from Writing & Healing Session 6:
Listening to my voice on the CD almost put me to sleep—but I felt relaxed and ready to write from a place deeper and more still than I could access before.
The first exercise is to complete the following line:
“I reached out my hand and something was placed in my upturned palm. It was ___________ and I knew it meant…”
I wrote: I reached out my hand and a feather was placed in my upturned palm. I knew that it meant that I was to make myself lighter; to be more responsive to the way life blows us into hard things, into work, but also lifts us into fun and rest (if we let it). “Trust the wind,” it would have said if it had a voice. My cardinal-red feather.