Frederik Meijer Gardens

A gorgeous place to visit is in Grand Rapids, Michigan.  I’ve been there twice . . . the gardens stir my soul and fill my heart.  If you have the time readers, go there!!  If you live far away, here is the link to their website so you can virtually enjoy the gardens.  Dr. Deb

Frederik Meijer Gardens & Sculpture Park




I walk barefoot when I can.
Each walking step feels like
I’m kissing the Earth with my feet.

I respond rather than react to the
sounds and sights around me
as each step tells me a story.

Sometimes I don’t talk at all
in order to listen.
While thinking
I must never assume anything.

In every single moment,
there is plenty of time.
In this very moment,
I am precisely where I should be.

Each day forever shows me
the infinite possibilities
already living in me,
because they are me.

Dr. Deb

Stepping Away

We never need to fear
the need to step away,
and drop the loads we carry
as our energy begins to sway.

We don’t need to fear our silence
when we want a moment’s peace,
to feed our listless mind and body
and grab a bite to eat.

Rest is not a sign of weakness
because it keeps us strong.
Like the winters on a river
and it’s crunchy frozen top.

Sometimes a shift is needed
to reveal what’s coming next,
as all the steps we’ve taken
created all our strength.

Dr. Deb

Embracing A Moment

Oh, drats, Debs, try again. Don’t move this time. Breathe shallow, slowly, silently.  Don’t get lost in the mesmerizing ebb and flow of the twisting kaleidoscope colors frolicking behind the shuttered darkness of my eyes.  Ah… that’s it.  Very good, in fact. Relax into this moment and experience the sweet smell of silence and the taste of anticipation for yet another moment. Yes, this is it. The moment has arrived.

As I took my first somewhat shaky step onto the path of the following adventure, my mind created a succulent flavor for the crowning moment.  A lovely scent was paired with it to enhance the sweet smell of spring’s fresh breeze after a nourishing rain.  All feelings had been carefully wrapped around the taste of the rain as I spun them into a shimmering cocoon called “possibly safe.” The place where both the chance of defeat and/or sweet triumph continued to swirl and blend.

At this point, some folks might point out there seems to be something missing.  An expectation?  A reward of an outcome?  I decided all expectations were carefully avoided, ignored, obliterated, and ground down into tiny pieces to be shared with Mother Earth at a later date. This is about choice…all about MY choice because my timing mattered.

Oh my, the moment is about to arrive. My eyelids begin to flutter a bit as I allow just a hint of light to be seen. Before I open my eyes, I take the biggest and deepest breath of my entire life. I get lost in the feeling of air filling my lungs — I’m almost dizzy.  My body begins to shake just a bit while I consciously unlock my trembling knees, slowly open my eyes, and double-check the plan I created in my mind.  Ah, yes, the color green does hold quite a vivid flavor of “possible success,” alongside the coolness of its wintergreen mint color.  I feel a titillating breeze begin to blow through my hair as I sense the textures of the clothes against my skin – they feel soft yet somehow a bit irritating.

My eyes finally open and connect with my brain as I translate what I see into my childlike comprehension. The following events are forever branded in my soul because words cannot fully express the power of the “next” moment. To do what I did next was a bit risky for a child. I was five years old, and it was my first day of kindergarten. I had already endured several suffocating hours in a room with total strangers while trying to understand the meaningless words the teachers were saying. On top of all that, I had just been released from the hospital after yet another beating from my father.

My survival fully depended on the next few moments. I stepped into the hall, pondered my choice yet again, and decided it was, in fact, my only salvation. The next step was correct, authentic, and absolutely necessary.  I peaked out the door and stepped out into the hallway, looked both ways, and with total confidence I…

reached up and pulled the fire alarm.

It’s amazing how fresh, clean air feels when walls disappear

Dr. Deb

Everything above is true – yes, I really did pull the alarm

The Michigan Courts immediately removed my two sisters and me from
our birth parents and placed us in foster care.
Both parents were not allowed to be alone with us again
– they both died of alcoholism –

Glass Bottled Ego

When we crush the bottle of
uncaged ego, and the
pieces are thrown away . . .

We’ll step into the forest,
full of shiver, cold, and fright,
while the moon awaits the morning’s light . . .

Fearlessness rushes in,
passion filling heart and soul
to finally let all old things fall  . . .

. . . and once again begin a dance of glee  . . .

Dr. Deb

Sassy Ash

From life’s experiences and subsequent healings, everything seems to begin and end right between the ears. That’s where the entire universe seems to reside – within our minds. Letting go of mental limitations sets us free from the need to limit ourselves. We all know we can heal ourselves when we make our minds up to do so. That theory was easy to write—excruciatingly difficult to do.

While walking the path to finding our authentic selves, a question popped into my mind. What would we do with the ashes of our memories if we could destroy them with fire? Study them, move them around, try to make sense of the patterns formed by the ash? Toss them in the wind?  I like all those unique out-of-the-box ways of thinking.

So I decided to kick the ash out of my life and become “sassy.”

Dr. Deb

A Monks Message

I began to watch the movie “The Holiday” around 3 am, and of course, I fell asleep. The interesting part is the dream I had.  A monk was sitting in silence with me. The setting was a small bedroom type of setting. He began to whisper things to me that I could not understand verbally. Strangely, I did understand everything he said in both my conscious and subconscious mind. He held a scroll in his hand that he was reading from.  He tried to show me something, but the “item” disappeared before I could see it.  Suddenly, we had left the room and were walking through many rooms; some had monks sitting beside us ordinary everyday people. We stopped and chatted with a few of them, and the monk finished each visit by letting everyone know I was a student getting ready to graduate, but I was choosing not to be ready.

He shared out loud that “she doesn’t believe she can be ready; therefore, she won’t ever be ready.”  We then abruptly jumped into a kitchen setting, and he finally spoke to me with words I could understand.  At one point, we both laid down on a bed to take a restful nap. I was reading things in my sleep, but I don’t remember any of them.  We both woke and went to a higher level in the building and out onto a roof paved with gorgeous stone steps. We smudged, cleansed ourselves, and he pulled out a scroll.  He tried hard to help me understand and release my fears but could not do it.  He wrapped a robe around me and told the group I would be ready soon, but I must continue to walk the path of understanding a bit longer. The monk vanished into thin air, leaving me on the roof alone to watch the sky and wonder why I wouldn’t try.

The theme of the “The Holiday” movie I had been watched was about finding self in order to live authentically. I sometimes wonder why I don’t try to live that way. Maybe I’m lazy? Maybe I’m crazy?

Sadly, it’s because I still live under someone else’s thumb. Do you?

Dr. Deb

Explorer of Time

I seek to be in the present moment
and break the bondage of my past.

I release others I may have held too tightly;
binding them with my own plans.

May I be in each moment completely,
and let it be done as I am born into the next one.

The only breath I breathe is the breath of now.
I cannot breathe the next one.
I cannot breathe the last one.
I breathe the breath of now and so I live.
May each moment be a universe, and I, an explorer within it.

Dr. Deb