I reflect in these misty mornings of Autumn’s rapid descent on how magical this season of change is. The colors, the tonal quality of the bird songs, and the romantic skies of gathering clouds, sweep into Northern New England with such a force. This year, with heavy rains, it all came upon us so quickly- chilly mornings and geese honking in flight while my zinnias lost their summer vibrance seemingly overnight!
But, then again I’ve been out working, lecturing in a whirlwind of passion, in these shimmering weeks of nature’s transition. I’ve been actually on the road, every single week since mid-March, sharing my recovery memoir and treatment guide, “Out of the Woods; Healing Lyme Disease, Body, Mind and Spirit.” Though I’ve lapped up every single place I’ve visited, like a sponge, soaking in the ambiance, the stories, the status of the Lyme epidemic, I’ve also skimmed through the seasons, in a way.
A nature spirit at heart, I treasure my garden, walks in the scented forests and swimming faithfully in our local pond. As a landscape painter, I spend days on end soaking in a locale, as I move its emotional fabric and composition to canvas. It feeds my spirit to be steeped in nature’s comfort and beauty.
I realize now, in a rare day of repose, that I’m a bit below my sensory quotient of absorption this year. My work as an author, speaker and Lyme disease advocate has taken me far and wide. How stunning this journey has been!
I have treasured the places and the amazing people I have visited. You are beautiful souls, often wounded by Lyme, mismanaged by the health care systems ignorance and yet rich in depth and sensitivity. It has been a tremendous honor to share my time with you.
For those of you whom have met me in person, you know I am passionate about helping others recover from Lyme disease. I was wretchedly ill, bedridden, broke and bereft myself six years ago. I’ve come so far, healed on so many levels and expanded in ways I could never have fathomed, formerly too ill to even feed myself.
I am appalled at how vast the Lyme epidemic is. From coast to coast, North and South, Lyme has crept into our lives, affecting multiple generations, many lives lost. It is impossible for me to ignore all of you who have been afflicted.
After losing everything I worked so carefully to create in my life- home and marriage, career and income, health and well-being, to Lyme, I know how devastating the ravages of this bacteria can be. I have walked the very same path as you.
I lecture and work so hard with my writing in behalf of Lyme disease awareness and healing because I want to affect a change for a better future. I want better diagnostics, an Integrative Health Care system, a Lyme vaccine and annual screenings for us all. I want our children to play freely outdoors, climb trees and build fairy houses, like I did when I was young, and not get Lyme disease.
If I keep speaking and teaching, sharing and writing, I believe each droplet of goodwill and effort I lend will affect the winds of change. A momentum will build as we coalesce. Group synergy can build a web of community and compassion. My intention to ignite the spiritual dimension of healing in each individual, can in turn stir great healing energy within and without. Over time and in process, the tides will shift!
I pray that in my lifetime I will witness an end to the Lyme disease epidemic. The abysmal weakness, the pains, the isolation, the confusion, the losses will be replaced with buoyant joy, vibrant energy, abundant creativity, a caring stewardship of Earth and a return to play and freedom amongst nature- my temple of solace.
As evening settles in, I light the candles, I sit still, listening to the winter winds whisking in on a distant tremolo. Soon the snows will arrive, blanketing us in whiteness and I will turn within; a time of meditations, writings and contemplation for me.
At this threshold of transition, I bow to each of the four directions. To the East, I offer my thanks for the vibrant, fresh energy that propelled me far and wide this year. To the South, I offer gratitude for feeding me so fully with love and acceptance, joy and sharing on each of my ventures. To the West, I acknowledge your mighty energy of fortitude and endurance to hold me, as I pushed myself physically like I was a youngster. To the North, I offer my pure respect for your guidance and perfect patience, bringing me home safely each trip and always gracing me with wisdom.
I have been moved deeply by all that I’ve experienced in this magical year. May my work and efforts bring the ministering of hope and inspiration I aimed for.