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You go, Mom ❤️

I was emotional leaving Mom on Sunday, but I was fine throughout the day. That would somehow change that evening, I just didn’t know it yet. It started after eating a slice of cheese which unsettled things a bit. At least it was right around that time that I noticed it first. I started to feel weak, and soon yawning followed which is a sure sign for me that something is not right or that I’m getting sick. I feel like I don’t get enough oxygen, and so I have to yawn and yawn to get air into my lungs. Sometimes it feels as if I’m forgetting to breathe all together and what is something I should be doing automatically without even thinking about it, becomes obvious when all of a sudden I gasp for air. Mmmh I forgot to breathe again, that kind of thing. I’ve been to the bathroom more times then I care for….oops too much info, and just felt tired. I ended up throwing up a little of that sour stomach acid Sunday night, (too much info again), and decided that it would be a good idea to skip the pain med and muscle relaxer. Perhaps I would only puke it up anyways, what a waste. Big mistake a bad choice, and a waste in the sense of quality rest. Let’s just say that it was a long, painful, restless night and I hardly slept. I got up this morning, sitting in the dark, waiting for the first light to break. Any thoughts of visiting Mom instead of taking a rest day vanished and my body knew best what I needed. It wasn’t much of anything. Coffee, tea, a light meal, a nap. As always there were things to do that almost made me feel guilty for letting them fall to the wayside, but I couldn’t tend to them if I wanted to. I think the brain fog is the worst and it could be a side effect from the meds, we shall see.

In the meantime, Mom is looking better and better and the healthiest she has looked since I’ve got here. I’m happy about it, and I’m grateful that we can share this time. Here she is with her first pair of socks that she recently knitted. It has been a long time, but you can see that she’s having a great time and I love it. Long may it last.


We are the co-creators of our life and the time is now. More than ever are we needed to support Mother Earth and each other. Together we discover and explore our unique gifts in times of strengths, in times we lean on each other, and in times when we learn from each other. This blog started as an outlet and what I ultimately called my “Warriors Journey.” It was a way to document the ups and downs of my life, sharing my hardships as well as my successes. It showcased the struggles, but more important the ways of how to overcome them. Although we are warriors each and every day, I realized that having to be a warrior, comes from a place of pain. I decided to rename this blog, and “Phoenix Rising” now stands for the story of overcoming such a painful place. My motivation for this blog hasn’t changed and I hope to share inspiration and hope, to create a sense of belonging, a space of being heard, and connecting with like minded beings who instill a sense of oneness. We are never alone, and we are unstoppable in the pursuit of what sets our soul on fire. Who I am in a nutshell... 
I am an energy healer and Reiki Master. I am surviving a chronic disease that I’ve sent into remission three times since my initial bout, 15 years ago. I continuously challenge the status quo and by doing so I change my stars. I am a believer that anything is possible. I am a hopeless romantic and I believe that true love exists on various levels. I am an optimist that will always see the glass as half full. I am a dreamer, believing in endless possibilities. Not even the sky is the limit. I have jumped off of the hamster wheel, and I am writing a new chapter. I am chasing my Nirvana to support my most authentic self. This is my story, I am that Phoenix and I am rising from the ashes. Namaste 🙏🏼💙🦋

9 thoughts on “You go, Mom ❤️

  1. It’s interesting you talk of breathing and yawning because of the way they’re linked with over-breathing. This may not be what happened here, but if we are gradually increasing our rate of breathing, moving from long slow breathing to short, shallow breathing over the course of the day, like we do when we get stressed or emotional, this changes the balance of oxygen in our body and leads to yawning. Yawning is therefore, an early sign of having an out-of-the-blue panic attack, because of the accumulated over-breathing. Thing is, we just don’t notice any of this happening until we are feeling dizzy, light-headed and tingly, then we wonder what on earth is going on and where that came from. (bit of useful information there from the old job)
    Anyway, I trust you are better now and great to see your mom looking so cheerful and I am very covetous of those pretty red socks, I love the patterns. xx

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