SOUL RESTORATION...

Dear Friends,

I have recently been able to take part in a wonderful class by Melody Ross called Soul Restoration. I found out about it when I was alone the week of my birthday in December, and I drove two hours to see my friend Michele because I needed some motherly advice. Oh, and a hug. Michele gives THE BEST hugs. As I was telling Michele my sad tale of woe, she looked at me, and she said, "You know what you need to be doing, why aren't you doing it?" My response to her was, "I just need someone to take care of me. I woke up the other day and I wanted my mom."

She said, "I want you to do something for me when you get home. I want you to look up this website, and sign up for this class and take it. Promise me you'll do it." So I said, "I promise."

And I went home (another two hour drive) and looked on the web for Brave Girls Club. Then, on the right hand side was a box that said, "Soul Restoration", and underneath that, it said, "The real you is still in there."

Fascinating. And exactly what I needed. But how did Michele know I needed it??? Because she's inspired! Know who else is inspired? Melody Ross and her sister, Kathy.

I had been struggling with a prescription drug addiction for several weeks. I hadn't told anyone, and my husband had been out of town quite a bit, so he didn't know the extent of what had been going on here. But I knew before I went on this journey to fix my brokenness that I had to get off of the prescription drugs. And so began my detox. I started tapering off the prescription medication. My last day to take drugs was 1/10/11. So my first day sober was 1/11/11, the first day of Soul Restoration.

What an amazing, incredible, and POWERFUL journey. What a blessing to have this come into my life! What a sense of empowerment I have after the completion of this course. When it said it would be life changing, I sort of rolled my eyes and thought, "whatever... I've been going to counseling for YEARS and it hasn't helped that much, so I doubt this class is going to do it for me." But I'd promised Michele I would take it, so I did. And another friend I'd told about it took it with me. How grateful I am that I made that promise to Michele! It's been so completely astounding! I have a completely different outlook on my life a mere two months later, and am looking forward to completing Soul Restoration II

TAKE the class. It is well worth it. I have made decisions that have helped me take much better care of myself. Thanks, Melody and Kathy. I am thrilled to be a part of Brave Girls Club :)

Tender hearted

Hello kids. I'm feeling a little tender hearted today, I think because my head shave is SO close. I'm kind of freaking out a little bit about it. But that's okay. I'm excited to be able to do what I can for Oliver, he is such an inspiration to me. :) I SO love his positive attitude!

So anyway, take one last look at this hair, because soon it will be going to Locks of Love, and I will be bald! :)

Oliver, this one's for you :)

Happy Monday...

Good morning, my friends...

For those of you who don't know, I have a friend whose son has a terminal brain tumor. It's called Pontine Glioma, and it is inoperable. He has had chemo and radiation. Anyway, that's all I will say, because it's not my story to tell...

What I will tell is that I've lost a child, and it's the most difficult thing I've ever had to do. So I am participating in St. Baldricks' local shaving event, where I have been soliciting donations to shave my head to raise money for kids' cancer research. St. Baldricks was the top grant earner in the U.S. in 2010, second only to the U.S. Government. Grants fund research, and research saves lives.

I can't save this little boy, I wish I could. But I CAN do something. I can sacrifice my hair to raise money for research, and my hair will grow back.

If you want to donate, here's a link to my page:

www.stbaldricks.org/participants/mypage/participantid/420145

Thanks! :)

Admitted We Were Powerless...

My last post was extremely dark, yes? Sad, but true.

Three days later, I was sober. And scared to death of what was going to come next. Six days after that, I was at my first 12-step meeting. Well, my first THIS time. I'm glad to say that I'm doing better now, at 23 days. And, God willing, with His grace, I will have 30 days next Thursday.

I've been going to MANY meetings, and last night I gave my will/life to God. I had to, because I couldn't deal with the pain I had anymore. This morning I woke up with peace, and the black hole in my chest had closed up. I was calm, the chatter in my head had left me. I'm not saying it will stay this way, I have to make sure I keep God in the forefront of everything I'm doing. But all I have to do is go back and turn it over to Him.

You see, what I tend to forget is that I am God's child. And that He loves me. And THAT makes me important. Just the way I am.

I'm taking a class by Melody Ross called Soul Restoration, and we're working on finding truths from our "truthteller". My truthteller is God. And one of the truths that spoke to me was, "Let God's opinion of you be your opinion of yourself."

Shouldn't we all do that? Food for thought.

I'm feeling pretty crappy today. Not physically, but emotionally.

You know how you look around a group of people, and suddenly you see a glimpse of motion out of the corner of your eye? And you see a lone soul in the corner, just standing watching from the sidelines as life happens. She doesn't interrupt the group... She just watches, wondering how to insert herself into the group, into the conversations, into the lives of others... And she waits... for what? time? money? energy? love? what is she seeking? She's not even sure. Suddenly she feels the weight of your gaze upon her, and meets your eyes. They're sad and empty, a reflection of her heart at this moment. And she doesn't smile because the sadness that weighs so heavily upon her makes it impossible to raise even one corner of her mouth. Even a half smile would be so forced it would almost seem more sad.

The look is questioning, almost haunting, because she seems to be asking you why. She can't explain what has become of her life and why. She is just lost. Unable to control the pain that fills the heart slowly beating in her chest. So she eats as a way to take her mind off the uncontrolled, empty pain that her soul is in. Sometimes she medicates. But only in the truly unbearable times, as she only has a limited amount of pain medication.

And how is it that you know all of this just by observing? It's because you're hiding from your own image in the mirror.

A new Composition book

I've been cleaning my craft room, so that means I've been CREATING! :)

Here are a few altered composition books I've made... The orange one was with Basic Grey papers, there are little gold corners on the edges of the book's front. I also used some of SU!'s Sticky Strip to adhere some tiny beads made by the evil craft woman (AKA Martha Stewart) in the center where I'd normally adhere ribbon.

I stamped a butterfly in Versamark on orange Bazzill, then heat embossed it in black. Then I stamped it on velvet paper in black and cut the image out, ran it through my Xyron sticker maker (I also call that my X-box) and paper pieced the butterfly wings to the image. Then I drew some veining on the wings with my white gel pen. I adhered the image to the book, and then tied an orange organza ribbon to a black leather Making Memories frame. Then I adhered the frame to the book over the butterfly image. Voila! An altered comp book is born!

There are a couple others, one I made for my daughter and one I made to sell.

I just realized

That I've been neglecting my blog... I couldn't figure out why the colors were all "off". And then I realized that my background has been removed! ACK. See what happens when you spend five months neglecting your blog? :)

So, I'm going to try to do better.

And I'm going to share a journal I made for my son. :) I love it! And so did he.