A Few Healthy Voice Tunes for the Tough Times in your Life

Hey all,

As you know – I like music – if you can’t tell. I REALLY like music videos, especially when they have a powerful meaning. I wanted to share two with you today. The first one was a song that started to come to me as a listened to the trials of one woman earlier this week. All I could hear in my heart and mind was, “Be strong in the Lord. Never give up hope. God’s got his hand on you.” Hours later, I needed to hear it myself. Funny how God works, so I pulled it up on my IPad while I was cooking dinner and felt grounded. I hope it helps you if you ever need it on your journey.

 

The second is one of Mike’s absolute favorites. He’s a country music lover and I remember a while back I was struggling with something, so he recommended it. He brought it up again the other day as we were present to this woman and I believe it’s powerful – not just because this guy has an incredible voice, but because the images portrayed speak to so many stories. It’s so human. I hope you appreciate it and share it.

Enjoy your summer day friends!

A Healthy Voice Perspective on Independence this July 4th

The reason I share this video is because yesterday I was wrestling with the concept of independence which I thought was funny being that it’s Independence Day week.

Meeting myself where I’m at in life lately. I’m going through a time of mourning on a couple different levels and we’re coming up on the year anniversary of Dad being gone. As I get ready to release my book and come into who I am as a woman in recovery and alongside the man I’m going to marry I’m on a whole new level – letting go of who I was. It’s like a total transformation.

As I face the fear of losing my independence, I come face to face with that beautiful truth of what I see as interdependence. Yesterday I started thinking about the concept of independence and started googling  what people think is the definition of it. I saw a lot about self-reliance, not needing anyone and the like. I got triggered a bit by my old escaping self of “Run!!!” Then I dove a little deeper and looked for what is my truth because mine is not that I don’t need anybody. That’s who I was when I was addicted. My truth is that I need people in my life for if I didn’t have them I wouldn’t be where I am today. If I wasn’t relying on God today I wouldn’t be physically standing I don’t think. I need people and for a long time I seriously didn’t think that. Sometimes that little devil inside of me can even challenge me to believe it and it’s just not true!

Why? Because I have people alongside me to share the journey. We’re different. We’re all human. We’re perfectly imperfect in our own way. But above all – we get to walk it together. Even better – if I didn’t have them beside me reminding me who I am, I wouldn’t be able to be becoming who I am for others through my writing and my purpose driven living with the Healthy Voice. They balance each other out. For if I didn’t have these people I’d be self-will run riot and taking my ego for a wild ride. I need people for they help me stay in tune with my deepest, most powerful self.

I don’t need extreme self-reliance. I don’t need extreme dependence. I need interdependence. I need to believe in myself, rely on those around me but depend on God to carry me.

If I didn’t spend 25 years in extreme with both on myself and on my parents I wouldn’t be where I am today navigating my way to a better place. I feel lucky to be navigating life one day at a time with the people around me that I love and a purpose and love of God inside me to guide me. It gives me passion, purpose and a sense of trust that I couldn’t get if I relied on my own self.

So, I’m with Brandon. I’m not who I was….and I believe it enough that I’m going to see him live in Warsaw next Wednesday if you want to join me!

What my Four Legged Friend Taught Me About my Healthy Voice

I’ve heard it said before that some friends last a lifetime, some come into your life for a reason, and some only stay for a season.  Well, my four-legged friend, Rigby, could only stay for a season, but the love and light he brought into my life will last longer than the three short months he followed at my heels.  His black, wet nose left a lasting imprint on my heart and soul.
It all started one Spring night while I was working my third-shift job, surfing the internet for rescue dogs, as I had been doing night after night for months.  When I came across Rigby’s ad, something lit up inside me.  A few phone calls later and five hours of driving through Chicago traffic, I finally was going to meet my new best-friend.  Unfortunately, he was not dressed his best for the occasion.  With dirt and feces matted in his fur and ribs protruding, he was a pathetic sight.  But when I opened my car door to get something, he jumped right in, sealing the deal.
Rigby’s age, breed, and history were a complete mystery, left entirely up to my imagination.  He was simply found on the streets, starving, filthy, covered in ticks, and shaking like a leaf.  The only clues Rigby did give me to his past did not point to a happy life.  The first week or so that we spent together, he cowered around men, kept his distance from buses and loud cars, randomly shook like a leaf for no apparent reason, and gobbled his food like there was no tomorrow.  But despite the way in which the human race had let him down in his past, he didn’t let any fear or anger stand in his way of giving love.  He still gave kisses freely, nuzzled his nose under my chin, and gently took treats from my hand.  He still brought me tennis balls in the hope that I would throw them for him.  He was still eager to be my best friend and protect me from harm’s way.  Very quickly, he also became my running buddy, comedian, pillow, therapist, partner in crime, and loyal shadow.
I promised him a forever-home, and that I would take care of him for the rest of his life.  I meant it with my whole heart, but unfortunately, I could only keep half of that promise.  Despite the fact that my roommate loved Rigby, she soon discovered that she had an allergy to dogs she wasn’t aware of before.  For weeks she tried to manage it and deal with it, but it just got to be too much for her.  To top it off, we had just signed a year’s lease for our apartment.  We tried to come up with alternative solutions, but the “easiest” solution was to find a new home for Rigby.  I was devastated.  The top of Rigby’s head was permanently wet for about a week from all of my tears.
The only way I could feel better about the situation was by finding a family for Rigby that could provide him with something that I could not: a fenced-in yard to run and play.  I interrogated family after family before finally deciding on the best forever-home that I could possibly find for Rigby.  I may not have been able to take care of him for the rest of his life like I had planned, but I did keep my promise in finding him a forever-home.
After getting him settled in his new home and saying goodbye, I asked my roommate if she thought Rigby would be okay.  She responded with, “Yeah, are you kidding? Rigby is going to have the time of his life!  It’s not him that I’m worried about; it’s you.  Rigby’s got two more legs to stand on than you do.”
Her response took me off guard, but I realized quickly how right she was.  What is it about those two extra legs our canine friends have?  How are they able to trust and love so freely after being abandoned and abused, while we, humans, build a steel-strength fortress around ourselves after a boy we dated for two weeks breaks our heart?  Rigby never once turned down a game of fetch to sit in the corner and have a pity party for himself.  I never saw him eat his kibble and then throw it up in shame, nor did he walk around the apartment, barking to himself about what a bad, fat, ugly dog he was.  None of that ever happened because Rigby was too busy enjoying his new life, making new friends, rolling around in the dirt, chasing a tennis ball, investigating new smells, and drinking water out of the toilet bowl!
The lessons that Rigby taught me are still unfolding, but I’m so grateful for the three short months he was in my life.  Maybe I wasn’t able to keep him for the rest of his life, but he enriched my life and reminded me of my health voice.  And I can only hope that I helped him too.  After all, who am I to say that I was supposed to be his forever-home?  Maybe I was just meant to be his messenger to bring him back to life and bring him to his new family?
I definitely miss him, and every other minute, I catch myself looking on the floor for him, but to my own surprise… I’m okay.  I’m taking care of myself, living one day at a time, and loving myself; I think that’s what Rigby would want me to do.  After all, I just want him to be happy, and he probably feels the same way about me.  Regardless of the amount of time Rigby spent in my life, he will spend a lifetime in my heart.
Special thanks to Meredith for allowing me to post on her blog as a guest writer!  Writing this post was a therapeutic and healing experience for me… thank you.

Healthy Voice Tuesday News Coverage

NY Times Going to the Fat Farm with Dad

http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/06/22/going-to-the-fat-farm-with-dad/?nl=health&emc=edit_hh_20120626

Interesting article today in the Times about a woman who went to Duke with her Dad for “fat camp.” I love reading about the many different perspectives of how people have dealt with their weight issues. It goes to show that we all handle it in a very different way and on very different levels but that we all have different ways that work for us and that is just fine!

More importantly I love that it was about her Dad because it got me excited about a part of my book my editor and I were discussing the other day about when my Dad and I realized that it was never about the weight. Powerful stuff that I think will help a lot of parents and children who struggle with that weight issue, talking about it and dealing with it.  The fact that we faced it and talked through it before he died was one of the best things we ever did!

Why I rode for MS today.

I love being part of a cause, something bigger than me because its not about me!!

I heard about this ride and I was all over it – not because of the reasons I would have in the past – like just getting a really good workout. No.

It was because I could be in America’s farmland, with my guy and a lot of other people riding for a cause…nothing more real than that…

Today was the 10 month anniversary of Dad being gone and I couldn’t have felt his presence more – especially now as we ride back on Reagan Highway. It’s one of those times I would have called him and he would have just loved it!

But the beauty is that God not only gave us a gorgeous day, healthy bodies and bikes to carry us but healthy minds. Being in nature does that to you – especially when you are riding with it. To me – the authentic conversation I had today riding 50 miles surrounded by corn fields were better than any I’ve ever had over brews.

But the best part? Was when we finished. As we caught up and watched people come in from their ride, I was just moved…and then God brought us this beautiful gift. A man. A volunteer in a golf cart who rolled up with a huge smile on his face, looking incredibly happy to be living this life said, “Hey, as a person with MS, I just want to thank you for riding today. Hope you guys had a great ride!” Moved. Tears began to flow from my eyes as I realized – this guy is why I just rode.

Later on I watched as he led the little kids to start their bike race. Again I saw him by the food tent and I watched as he kept working, putting ice in drink bins. I had to go up and thank HIM. What a Healthy Voice this guy was for his cause. So I said, “You thanked us before but I just want to thank you for being such a light for your cause.”

What a moment. Moved by the spirit.

Thank you God for today and for people who have been given such a debilitating disease that can be such a beautiful light of hope.

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3 Tips for Your Most Powerful Morning Yoga Practice

Well, it’s really for any yoga practice, but here goes. 

1. a powerfully present and what I consider, Healthy Voice yoga teacher who meets you exactly where you are when you come onto that mat and in fact has a philosophy of meeting themselves in that way too.

2. music to meet you in the moment

3. the type of practice you need to meet you where you are in the moment

One of my girls who is back at home from college texted me to tell me about how she went to a great yoga class and how it made her miss me. Wanna’ know why? Here’s what she said, “hot vinyasa which I love but they also had a great spirit.” Bingo. We didn’t even discuss music! We just know what brings out our Healthy Voice!

I can tell you this morning, I did my yogaglow.com practice because we’re doing a MS bike ride tomorrow in Illinois and I want to take it easy but be inspired so I picked a good one and got a treat!

1. It was with this woman Stephaine Snyder who I’ve found on here and really like her energy.

2. There was no music but I found this artist on Pandora named Paul Cardall yesterday and couldn’t believe my ears. The song was called “Gracie’s Theme” (A must-download) and the album is called “New Life.” Absolutely beautiful, I bought the whole thing and played it during my practice this morning. Just catch the names of some of the other songs – “Letting go”, “Journey Within”, “Restless Hope”, “Coming Home” “Sweet is the Work”, Father in Heaven” and “Gratitude.” No words. Just sweet sound that is beautiful to flow to yoga. I can’t wait to bring it to my favorite teacher. (By the way, I just looked him up – wow, born with half a heart – amazing what God does with what we see as our brokenness.)

3. To top it off, the class I chose was called “Inspiring Morning Practice” and that it was – beautiful poses to get me started this morning. If you want to do it, here it is – they give you a free trial week on their site. Rock the house.

Grateful. Namaste friends and happy friday.

Please share with any of your friends who might appreciate this!

Josh Hamilton – I Am Second

Josh Hamilton – I Am Second.

This is one powerful story. In fact, it’s one powerful movement. Check it out.