Healing Thoughts preparing for #ScrippsNatSup 2017
Healing Thoughts preparing for #ScrippsNatSup 2017
I just realized, that January 18, 2003, was the anniversary of my second Hip Revision
at Thornton Hospital. I have been spending this winter week in deep healing, writing a number of blogs inspired by spending time over the phone with Paul Brenner, a decades long friend, and a teacher and doctor beloved by many. Yesterday, January 18, 2017 and today, I have been prepping for the Scripps Natural Supplement Conference #ScrippsNatSup and going through a range of feelings that have been transforming through my writing. Sitting too long, but here it is. Sending love. Hope you benefit from this. I am so grateful for all I have received--so much love and opportunity to serve. I feel like writing a note of thanks to every person who has lifted me up. I would like to thank each and every person personally and let them know how much they have helped me. I am so grateful.
This #PlantYourDreamBlog is dedicated to Dr. Paul Brenner.
Date: 1/19/2017 3:50:29 PM ( 3 y ) ... viewed 900 times
Dr. WilliamBugbee, orthopedic surgeon, and me, Leslie Goldman, 2003
Today is January 19, 2017. I am in a healing moment.
I am preparing energetically for #ScrippsNatSup. It is a rainy day in what was drought area San Diego. I am under an umbrella of cloud cover and sunshine breaking through. Tomorrow is the inauguration. Many are distraught and do not known how to respond. Many want to rightfully protest.
I am in gratitude for my life in this moment. I am in an uphill climb to ground a leap I am taking. I can feel I have pierced into the healing essence that is present and surrounds #ScrippsNatSup, Feb 8-12, 2017, and the Fall #AIHM17, October 22-15.
A few days ago, I spend about 20 or more minutes with Dr Paul Brenner. We have both witnessed the growth of the health movement since the early 80's. He wrote the foreword for my autobiography that I update every decade or so. I am behind in updating.
It is powerful to be in the center of our strength that is soul inspired. It is also precious to feel the places where we are scratched, wounded. Those places are a gift, especially to feel into them.
I am being so lifted up in the midst of penetrating into my wholeness. I have been lifted up in this life by so many. It is quite unbelievable. So many others, who have been physically disabled, never have had the opportunity to grow out of what was holding them down.
I know it is all a game. It is my story. I know I created this story and I chose allies to support me in doing incredible things with the gift of life.
I, in part, know what I am doing.
I was reading love poems to the nurses on the way into Hip Revisions when this photo was taken back in 2003. I saw my surgeries as an opportunity to uplift, not just me, but health care.
I had an intention that through my "Getting Hip"--hip revisions, Healthcare would Get Hip to being all it could be.
How many times can we be born as surgeons, or health practitioners, or esteemed healers?
In my story, I came in to heal institutions from the inside out, frim the place of apparent disability.
Disability has been my Cover, and I am well placed to leave a Legacy beyond anything I can imagine.
Paul has a simpler attitude toward life. He tells me I am basically influencing consciousness, and someplace else maybe, someone will write the same poems, or think the same thoughts, and it may not be my purpose to be fully heard; and yet, I know, in the game of life, I have always influenced destiny and will continue as a soul to do that.
It all comes down to love, doesn't it?
Can we do that? I can.
HERE ARE TWO POEMS FOR YOU
The first is from my book, "Rekindling of Faith." There is just one copy I have. Who knows who else has one?
I HAVE THIS VISION
I have this vision.
I'm climbing up this cliff
by my fingernails, elbows, and arms from a pit.
That it seems I go it alone while I'm doing it
is an illusion,
I'm not doing it alone or for myself alone.
This is the reality that around me
is the spirit of everything good
wanting me to climb out.
As I raise myself, I raise everyone
and some part of me knowns this
and some part in everyone knowns this.
I hear screams and cheers pep talking me on,
coming in every form
and I know I'm going to make it
for dear life.
May 29, 1981
"My Dear Leslie, Thinking of you
I dreamed my hip was gone
and I could not fly down the basketball court
I could not get out of bed
to stand with my guitar and sing songs of peace
but just lie in recovery
stuck with needles dripping things into me,
Drugged in my dream
you stole my hip as I tried to dribble by singing
"What is your wish, what is your dream"?
And you drove the full length of the court
running like Kobe in great gallop
your new hip working fluidly
you were the one flying
and sweetly swishing your poems
into the heart of humanity.
You won the crowd over
and I rejoiced with them your new found serge
of poetry in motion
and then I woke up to realize it was not my hip you stole
but in my profound love and prayers for you to be whole
all the while it was my heart
and you returned it to me inspired
by the deep reach of your gardener's spade."
--Stephen Longfellow Fiske, author, minstrel,
and Unity in Diversity Minister, written in 2003
and sent to me via email.
OTHER BLOGS WRITTEN THIS WEEK
TODAY, JANUARY 19, 2017
FACES OF THE NEW MEDICINE
DO YOU FEEL UNHEARD?
Written, January 17, 2017
LONLINESS IS MY MUSE, PAUL BRENNER TAUGHT ME
Written January 17, 2017
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