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Northern Ireland and the Secret Muffins – Reconciliation and Hope

fran@inhealtherapy.com · October 4, 2024 · Leave a Comment

Best Rhubarb Muffins Ever!

The incredible muffins which inspired this writing!
Bravo rhubarb!

The Green Holiday Cottages Rhubarb Muffins

3.5 oz margarine (about half a cup)

8 oz sugar (caster) – this isn’t icing sugar, just grind regular white sugar in your food processor.

2 large eggs

¼ pint of whole milk (or buttermilk) (that’s about ½ cup)

3 T. natural yogurt

2-3 cups rhubarb (chopped fresh or thaw – not stewed)

Cream margarine and sugar well.  Add eggs, milk and yogurt.

Then add:

9 ½ oz. plain flour (a heaping full cup)

1 tsp. Bicarbonate of soda (or use self rising flour and omit the bicarbonate).

Pinch salt.

Do not overmix.  Add blueberries, etc, or chocolate chips. I used dried cranberries. Delightful!

375f for 22-25 min.  Makes 24.

Now, why would Jenny and Mark from Northern Ireland (“the North of Ireland”) give their best kept secret “Rhubarb Muffin” recipe, to a stranger from Canada? I’m talking a recipe that’s been in the family at least three generations? 

What does hypnotherapy have to do with muffins?  
Both are provided by someone who cares, inspires, and are a sweet change!

Maybe it’s the same reason Jenny and Mark and their family chose to stay in northern Ireland, once a country of disruption, terrorism, and division.  That answer is resilience, dream, and daring to hope in themselves and their community. 

Part 2 of my series on northern Ireland is about how a wee family business survived, grew and thrived, despite the odds.  How a couple of northern Ireland farm kids created connections across the Atlantic, and cemented the attitude of hope and belief that mended stone fences and made memories that will last a lifetime. 

Mark Hanna, the co-owner of The Green Holiday Cottages explains how a stone fence was built, and why it was built the way it was, centuries ago and still is today.

When Mark Hanna told his wife Jenny that he’d bought the former flax and corn mill in Kilkeel, northern Ireland, she was shocked.  Not only was she working in England at the time, but restoring the mill required much more money and work than she thought Mark and his brother could accomplish. 

Although Mark was a handy guy, he worked as a high school English teacher.  Jenny was across the water working as a registered nurse in England.  At the time, the mill had been abandoned for decades.  It was derelict and forgotten.

“A great price, but really Mark?”  It was 2008 when the brothers Timothy and Mark Hanna bought the old farm buildings and began their dream.

“A great price, but really Mark?” 

Mark and Timothy wanted to create a retreat center with guest accommodations.  The mill had been built on a river, the Kilkeel River, which fed into the Irish Sea.  The property, less than a mile from the ocean, was a lovely location, with a view of the Mourne Mountains. Fields nearby were green as green, with lovely large trees (a fairy tree or two), hand built rock walls, and buildings made of stone hewn by hand from the nearby granite quarry.

The Irish Sea is within a mile of The Green Holiday Cottages. Jenny swims here most days of year.
The Mourne Mountains; idyllic and post card perfect are just a half hour from The Green Holiday Cottages’ doorstep.

The corn and flax mill had been built in the 1700’s, and was in operation for over 150 years, milling local grains into flour.  It was the hub of the local community.  

After WWI, with the beginning of trade and automation, the mill shut down.  Over time it was used as byres (cow sheds), housed chickens, and used as granaries.  Resold, it became a dairy farm, and later, a cattle auction mart.  Finally, in the 1970’s, it closed for good, and pigeons and other birds, deer and fox made it their home.  

This is how the Old MIill looked when the Hanna brothers first bought the property.

When the Hanna brothers began the reparation, they’d already had a bit of experience with renovating several houses, and properties.  Hard work was nothing new to them.  They’d been born farm kids in the 1970’s in the Kilkeel, northern Ireland area, in the middle of the Troubles, when times were turbulent, jobs and people were leaving northern Ireland because of fear and disruption. Religion played a part in the Troubles, as did Ireland’s history with England.

Religion played a part in the Troubles, as did Ireland’s history with England.

Mark and Jenny, (who was also from the area) were married in the 1980’s, had 3 children, and also chose to leave their homeland to move across the water to England to work and live. 

However, with three incomes going towards the renovations, it seemed possible that the brothers’ dream may come true. That meant restoring, renovating, tearing some buildings down, and building some back up. 

Tragically in 2012, Mark’s brother was diagnosed with a brain tumor.  Passing away months afterwards, their dream may have died with him.  In retrospect, this event may have been the impetus for even greater strides towards completion.  At this point, Jenny joined the work crew.

Together, Jenny and Mark raised their family on the site, and worked hard.

At last, in 2016, they welcomed visitors to the first self-contained suite they called “Wee Home”.  A year later, the second suite, “The Granary” opened.

A “Wee Home” away from home. Each of the 6 suites at Green Holiday Cottages has separate bedrooms, a fully contained kitchen, dining and living area, and self-contained washroom with shower.
My suite, “The Coop” could comfortably accommodate 6 people in 3 separate bedrooms. I loved my apartment where I met some lovely life-long friends from Philadelphia, New York and Boston.

When I met Jenny and Mark in June of this year, all six suites in “The Green Holiday Cottages” were full. 

Jenny and Mark Hanna, owners and operators of The Green Holiday Cottages, Kilkeel, northern Ireland, standing in front of their “Occasional Cafe”. The Cafe was used for our retreat to meet, share ideas, delve into the history, and learn about the on-going reconciliation process in northern Ireland.
My 2nd story bedroom window was in “The Coop”.
This suite had formerly been a chicken coop during the days the flax and corn mill transformed into a working farm.

When I met Jenny and Mark in June of this year, all six suites in “The Green Holiday Cottages” were full.

My glorious bedroom in “The Coop” had 12” thick stone walls, and a window overlooking the Mourne Mountains.  I was in heaven.

The journey from the 1970’s to 2024, fifty years since The Troubles of Northern Ireland first imploded, was not easy.  Both Jenny and Mark were born into Troubled times.  Why did they choose to stay in a country where terrorism and fear shook the hardiest?  

A simple answer, “Hope.”

A simple answer, “Hope.”

The author of the book “Between the Bells”, northern Ireland author Paul Hutchinson, writes, “Hope is … a prayer that faces the world in all its pain, hate and fear, but that also sees something else/someone else ‘in the midst’ of life in all its torn and beautiful tapestry. Hope is not about being in denial.”

“Hope is … a prayer that faces the world in all its pain, hate and fear, but that also sees something else/someone else ‘in the midst’ of life in all its torn and beautiful tapestry. Hope is not about being in denial.”

Paul Hutchinson, author of “Between the Bells, Stories of Reconciliation”

Director, Corrymeela Peace Centre, Ballycastle, Northern Ireland, UK
The path on the property winds past a field with a friendly goat, who loves to be admired and eat from your hand.

Jenny and Mark are not outwardly religious and welcome visitors from continents around the world. As I write this, I know they recently hosted American, Polish, Canadian, and visitors from the UK, as well as guests daily in their “Occasional Cafe”.

Jenny and Mark in in front of their Occasional Cafe.
Jenny and Mark describe to their guests how the stone wall was built, and how it’s construction helped to off-set flooding from the Kilkeel River that flows through the property.

In order to believe in a dream, there first must be recognition, not denial of problems.

You can’t make a rhubarb muffin until you realize that not everyone has a taste for rhubarb. And, that’s how the gradual peace process and reconciliation in northern Ireland began. It began with hope and a dream.

A playful goat who loves to be fed begs to be scratched behind the ears

You can’t build a dream until you realize that northern Ireland, still building, still growing together, is also growing its tourism industry. And because of this, much about northern Ireland seems cleaner, more welcoming, caring and kind. No one that I met in northern Ireland who has lived here through the Troubles denies that times were difficult.

With myself, and what I’ve learned from my clients, childhood trauma stays with us long into adulthood. It’s necessary to be aware of the truth, accept it as truth, and take action to change the way we live each day, recognizing we can’t change the past. We have only today to live differently, and that, changes the future.

A stepping stone path leads visitors across the Kilkeel River on the property of The Green Holiday Cottages.

Northern Ireland today, without the masses of summer-time visitors on the streets of Dublin or Cork or Galway in the republic of Ireland, have national parks and conservation areas that are relatively untouched.

You can, if you are bold like Jenny, swim in the ocean every day, without fear. The streets of Kilkeel are inviting, with the best pizza you can find on the entire green island.

Walking along the ocean, collecting stones and ocean glass, into the dusk of a long summer’s evening, you see hardly a soul. And if you do, they too, are people who are reflecting their day, happy to see you here.

With myself, and what I’ve learned from my clients, childhood trauma stays with us long into adulthood. It’s necessary to be aware of the truth, accept it as truth, and take action to change the way we live each day, recognizing we can’t change the past. We have only today to live differently, and that, changes the future.

The Mourne Mountains; no one in sight, other than folks from my own retreat group

As well, when I walked for 3 hours on a lovely trail into the Mourne Mountains, I scarcely saw anyone, other than from my own group.

The prices in the shops in Belfast and other towns was reasonable and not unlike what I’d pay in Canada. For most European countries, that’s unheard of today.

Fran, with Karen and Jasmin, fellow retreaters from America

So, what is the difference? Why do this uncommonly-done-thing, called “go to a retreat”, and “be a tourist in Northern Ireland”?

Simply I say, “It’s an amazing country, with kind people who are creating a new history through reconciliation, remembrance, and resilience.”

What’s your preference, the “sweet treats” of Europe or the “organics” and rhubarb of northern Ireland?

For me, it’s the relationship, the caring and sharing, of culture, tradition, history, and rhubarb that hits my “sweet” spot.

Til next time,

In the spirit of healing,

Fran


The homemade treats The Green Holiday Cottages share with their retreat guests.

Jenny and Mark Hanna
 

Owners and Operators

The Green Holiday Cottages
Kilkeel, UK
stay@greenholidaycottages.com
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    Fran Caudron

    B. Ed. M. Rel.,
    Cert. Hypnotherapist

    Fran is an experienced 34 year elementary school teacher in northern Alberta, Canada. In her weekly vlog “Hopenning”, she interviews authors and healers who promote hope and inner spirit healing.
    Today, Fran thrives by creating an attitude and environment of gratitude, resilience, and forgiveness. She teaches pre-service teachers from Indigenous and other backgrounds in a University of Alberta on-line classroom, while promoting recovery through her work with the 12 steps. She specializes in helping to heal childhood trauma by using hypnotherapy. Tending her flowers, vegetables, and her inner child with good music, travel, and great friends, she continues her own emotional healing.
    Website: InHealTherapy.com

      Northern Ireland – Part 1- Healing your Story with Gareth Higgins

      fran@inhealtherapy.com · July 11, 2024 · 2 Comments

      Read more: Northern Ireland – Part 1- Healing your Story with Gareth Higgins
      Here I am at the Dublin Airport, after travelling all day and night from Alberta, Canada in June 2024

      How did traveling to northern Ireland change my view of war, terrorism, and the childhood trauma that results from it? This is the first of a 5 part series that will look at who I met there, what I learned, and how it impacted my professional and personal “story” and what it means for me now.

      In June of this year, I traveled to northern Ireland. It was a short trip. I was only gone 10 days. Ten days that revolutionized my understanding of dignity, and how to transform childhood trauma into love-fueled action. This trip was different. Read on to find out why.

      As a former elementary school teacher, my international travel had been limited to July and August, when part of that time was spent as a tourist in international cities, learning about history as a tourist, not as a participant.

      This trip was indeed different. In June, it meant that I was traveling alone (my teacher friends still at work), and as a retreat, it meant that there were no “bus time” deadlines in the early morning. I was able to stay put, and only venture off site for 3 days. This was a new experience and daunting for me, being used to the FOMO (fear of missing out) of the usual tourist get-up-and-go mentality. What would I miss by being at a retreat, rather than on a tourist itinerary?

      What would I miss by being at a retreat, rather than on a tourist itinerary?

      As a child growing up in the 1970’s, northern Ireland and “The Troubles” as those who lived there called it, was a very real news event. Being an introverted young Catholic girl, attending a Catholic school for most of my youth, and having generational Catholic roots, it was confusing for me to hear about the bombings, terrorism and conflict within this Christian country. How could people who say they are Christian be killing each other over religion? Being young, and impressionable, somehow this stayed with me, and created in me a longing to understand it.

      50 years later, I met Gareth Higgins, and attended his retreat in northern Ireland.

      Gareth Higgins (in background) with Brian Ammons (spiritual director) at The Larder Belfast, a former church turned food bank, turned cooperative restaurant for the east Belfast community and the disenfranchised who often stop in.

      My 5 part blog series will tell you more about who I met there, what I learned, and how people who lived with “The Troubles” and through childhood war-trauma are transforming their world today with non-violent peace activism. Rather than using religion as a measure of worth, they are using worth and dignity as a measure of humanity.

      Rather than using religion as a measure of worth, they are using worth and dignity as a measure of humanity.

      Let’s find out.

      On my first evening in northern Ireland, jet lagged and 35 hours awake, I sat in a circle of 21 retreat participants, and I was asked, “How did you learn about the retreat?” Being the lone Canadian there, of course, this was a good and apt question.

      Our retreat group in C.S. Lewis park, Belfast, northern Ireland.

      “Awwww….down a rabbit hole,” I responded. And it was exactly that, something that just happened, however, not by chance, but by divinity.

      Down the rabbit hole….

      First of all, I am a fan of Richard Rohr, a Franciscan monk. I’ve read several of Rohr’s books, and have made one of his quotes the center of how I live and why I do hypnotherapy,
      “Most of us were taught that God would love us if and when we change. In fact, God loves you so that you can change. What empowers change, what makes you desirous of change is the experience of love. It is that inherent experience of love that becomes the engine of change.”

      “Most of us were taught that God would love us if and when we change. In fact, God loves you so that you can change. What empowers change, what makes you desirous of change is the experience of love. It is that inherent experience of love that becomes the engine of change.” Richard Rohr

      This prolific author and mystic founded the “Centre for Action and Contemplation” in New Mexico in 1987. One of CAC’s primary core faculty members, Brian McLaren, interviewed Gareth Higgins in 2023 for his podcast called, “Learning How to See”. In their 7 part series, Gareth and Brian discuss the 7 Stories (as Gareth called them) of how we create and pattern stories that lead us towards and away from a future of love and equity. I was enthralled with the ideas they presented, and of course, Gareth’s amazing Irish accent.

      Further down the rabbit hole…. I learned about Gareth Higgins, and of course, loving to travel as I do, about his retreats back in his homeland of northern Ireland. I was hooked, line and sinker. As a professional educator, healer, and a naturally curious human, I signed up and was off to the land of St. Patrick to learn the truth, from the people who lived there and lived through it, what The Troubles were really like. OK, more importantly, their stories of their truths.

      Gareth Higgins, storyteller, peace activist, and author, who was born in Belfast and raised there during The Troubles.

      I’ve been to countries with histories of war. In 2012, to Uganda. 2023 to Bosnia and Herzegovina, and Auschwitz, Poland. Northern Ireland, I believed, would be one more trip to learn a version of the truth that a TV or radio may have missed out. I was paradoxically wrong and right at the same time as truth is always in the eyes of the beholder, and the story from their past that guides their path.

      In this first blog post, I will tell you about Gareth Higgins’ story, as he retold it to us, and in my own way, use his words, to explain as best I can how he is using his-story to transform his story.

      Gareth says, “Humans default to non-magic words, rather than kind words”. Historic colonialism in northern Ireland set the stage for the most recent of its violent troubles that began in the 1960’s. Canadians know and have their own stories of colonialism, and how Indigenous people here today are still working through events of colonialism to create a new story for their own lives and their children’s lives. It wasn’t pretty there because of colonialism, and isn’t pretty here. However, Gareth advocates, “We should only be held responsible for what we know and the injustices we perpetrate.” Amen.

      “We should only be held responsible for what we know and the injustices we perpetrate.” Gareth Higgins

      Gareth began the story of The Troubles in reverse, rather than leading with what is and was wrong with his birth place, he led with what is working now, through the lens of ethnicity and culture. Gareth says that today, the northern Irish are merely “Snarky,” and “Snarkiness is better than the 1968-94 ‘killing each other’ mentality.”

      What’s going right: There has been a 25-year peace treaty enforced in northern Ireland, and part of the Oath of Office for every elected representative is the declaration of “peaceful means to change”. No more bureaucrats with their own agendas. Peace first, above all else.

      There is a human rights and “Equality Commission” dedicated to ensuring that everyone’s voice is heard politically. Winner does not take it all. Every political position, from the Prime Minister down, that is, every electoral candidate is ranked on the ballot. Rather than an X for your favourite candidate, voting means 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and so on. Those with the highest number of votes win, representation is not by population like in Canada. Instead, every area in northern Ireland has equal opportunity and representation.

      “You can’t eat a flag”. John Hume, Nobel Peace Prize winner

      Now, a wee bit of history. In 1171, Henry II of England supported the landlords of northern Ireland rather than the poor working tenants of the land. Ireland was under British rule already at that point, with the landlords being English colonists, and the tenant workers being Irish peasants. When in poverty, hunger, and despair the tenants protested in an uprising, Henry II sent troops from England to quell their discontent. This background is important, as it created an almost thousand year dislike and suspicion of England.

      OK, they already disliked England, and later, in the 1570’s, King Henry VIII of England rejected the Catholic Church and broke sanction, rejecting Catholicism. In order to divorce his first wife, and marry another, he needed to create his own religion, and thus the Church of England was born. His first betrayal to the Irish was converting the Lord’s Prayer from the local tongue of Irish, to English. Mistrust again.

      For the next 300 years, until about 1914, history was built around the hills of northern Ireland. It was hard for the British to occupy these lands because of the geography. The British military were unable to plant colonization there, and although Scotland was also Protestant and only 12 miles away by sea, England never gained a foothold in the north of Ireland. Although England believed they “ruled” Ireland, in the words of Irish Nobel Prize Peace activist John Hume, “You can’t eat a flag”. The poor got poorer and the rich richer. And the northern Irish became more disenfranchised.

      Mourne Mountains, northern Ireland

      The poorest of the poor in northern Ireland were mainly Catholic, and although they were neighbors and friends, with houses next to each other, Protestants and Catholics there knew who was what on Sundays, when everyone went to their respective churches. Funerals, baptisms, weddings continued. Friends were friends, neighbours were neighbours.

      Until 1914, when tensions began to bubble. Two years later was the “Easter Uprising”, where the British executed revolution leaders, and then the “Irish War of Independence” in the early 1920’s which later resulted in two Irelands – the Republic of Ireland in the South, and Northern Ireland in the northeast.

      Aligning themselves with the United Kingdom, the Protestants in Northern Ireland were enjoying the better jobs, and more chances for advancement. At this point, Belfast was also enjoying the benefits of the port, and the industrial economy of the North was flourishing. The Protestant majority was not interested in aligning themselves with the mainly Catholic Irish Republic, which would remove their privilege. In the meantime, the Catholic in Northern Ireland wanted Northern Ireland to leave the United Kingdom and join a united Ireland. As well, there was an increase in police brutality and secularism from Protestant Royal Ulster Constabulary (RUC) towards the Catholic-nationalist minority. Things were heating up.

      Nothing and no one was safe.

      In 1968, a small civil rights movement, led by Catholics, was attacked by Protestants. This escalated “The Troubles”. A family owned pub was bombed by Catholic terrorists, an IRA bomb killed 11 at a Remembrance Day memorial service, Bloody Friday in 1972 saw horrors as a series of bombings ripped through Belfast. Soon walls were erected dividing communities. British soldiers guarded the crossings to get through the walls to the other side of the neighbourhoods. Protestants were divided from Catholics.

      These walls and many more terrorist acts impacted the young and impressionable Gareth Higgins, creating his-story of a fear-based childhood. Nothing and no one was safe. Trust no one. His family later moved out of Belfast city, into a safer suburb, but the fears remained. Later, as an adult he moved to America. It was only through continued work on his emotional health, and of course, a change in his belief system, that he was to come to terms with who he was and what he stood for.

      So, what did Gareth teach me? A Canadian, with no history of war in my lifetime, or of terrorism?

      Firstly, he said to imagine you only have a finite number of words in your lifetime. Ask yourselves, “What is the most helpful way I can tell this story?” “What would my most trusted advisor say?” “What is my most transferable speech?” In essence, your highest level of storytelling matters!

      Secondly, try to imagine something better. Ask yourself, “How do I get there?” and then work towards that.

      Thirdly, the principles of storytelling tell us, “When we run out of words, we turn to violence or passivity.”  This is profound, as Gareth says that statistically, we in modern society today are using 60% less vocabulary than in the past because of capitalism and technology.  “How can I sell this product? What’s the best headline to grab attention? Why speak when you can text?  Why read when you can watch?”  Ugh, a teacher’s nightmare, and as well, a recipe of miscommunication and the resulting conflict.

      Gareth says, “ ‘Believe’, is one of the most uninteresting verbs”. That is to say, what you believe or disbelieve isn’t part of the solution. Belief is based on the stories we have been told. Where and how you live your life needs to be based on core values. It’s time to discover your core values.

      Next, remember that, “I don’t need to be talking all the time.” Stories need to be heard. This frames understanding and acceptance. No need for correction. Just listen.

      “I don’t need to be talking all the time.”

      Lastly, stories need to have a common good, a cosmic understanding of, “Did the characters exist before and after the timeline of the story?” Darn right they did and will.

      We all have a pre-story, a his-and-her-story, that created the reasoning for our tender beliefs. And this isn’t to say they are incorrect. Only to say that we all hold stories from our past. What part of your past is being told? What was the agenda of the person who told you to believe this or that? Often fear is the basis of belief. As Gareth says, “The world seems terrifying. Whether your fear is about violence, shame, illness, money, meaning, or the collapse of certainty, you are not alone. Yet the power of the fear we feel depends on the story we tell about fear. Fight, flee, or freeze: are these the only options?”

      “The world seems terrifying. Whether your fear is about violence, shame, illness, money, meaning, or the collapse of certainty, you are not alone. Yet the power of the fear we feel depends on the story we tell about fear. Fight, flee, or freeze: are these the only options?” Gareth Higgins

      Gareth Higgins wrote his book called “How Not to be Afraid” and in it, explored seven common fears. Then he tells of “Seven ways to Live when Everything seems Terrifying”. This his-story of his life in northern Ireland, told in a transformational way, teaches us how to live in a way that tells the best part of the story first; the triumphs, not the terrors. Being a good storyteller creates a new vision, using the past to create a new story for the future.

      Today, Gareth Higgins writes books, and holds retreats, festivals, and gatherings throughout the USA and in northern Ireland. He podcasts about how movies can be meaningful. He publishes an online magazine called The Porch which features non-fictional accounts of human meaning through storytelling. He has crazy-inspiring-interesting friends throughout the world.

      In my next few blogs, I’ll relate about others who joined us on the retreat, and turned my travel into transformation: poets and musicians, entrepreneurs and peace activists, philosophers and healers and pastors, and food bankers who transformed into restaurateurs. Here was a plethora of deep thinkers, and I was and still am grateful to have been included in their midst.

      Till next time, I remain,
      In the spirit of healing,
      Fran

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      Fran Caudron

      B. Ed. M. Rel.,
      Cert. Hypnotherapist

      Fran is an experienced 34 year elementary school teacher in northern Alberta, Canada. In her weekly vlog “Hopenning”, she interviews authors and healers who promote hope and inner spirit healing.
      Today, Fran thrives by creating an attitude and environment of gratitude, resilience, and forgiveness. She teaches pre-service teachers from Indigenous and other backgrounds in a University of Alberta on-line classroom, while promoting recovery through her work with the 12 steps. She specializes in helping to heal childhood trauma by using hypnotherapy. Tending her flowers, vegetables, and her inner child with good music and great friends, she continues her own emotional healing.
      Website: www.InHealTherapy.com

        RIP Delene – Is there Damage in Unresolved Grief?

        fran@inhealtherapy.com · May 31, 2024 · 1 Comment

        RIP Delene

        My niece died last week. 

        Delene had known about her cancer for about a year. She was 46 years old, never married, no children. 

        She’d had 3 moms, two of whom died of cancer themselves. 

        Delene’s own mom died of cancer when she was 11 years old. Her 2nd mom died when Delene was 26. 

        And yet, with my enquiring mind,

        I wonder …. 

        Was there something lying there, deeper, that may have been hiding, dormant?  

        Did Delene really and truly have time to grieve the death of her biological mom, and again, her 2nd Mom, and was she able to express and accept all of her feelings of grief? Her sadness, anger, guilt, peace, more sadness, confusion, and fear?

        Dr. Gabor Mate, an imminent scholar of trauma and recovery states, 

         “The greatest damage done by neglect, trauma or emotional loss is not the immediate pain they inflict but the long-term distortions they induce in the way a developing child will continue to interpret the world and her situation in it. All too often these ill-conditioned implicit beliefs become self-fulfilling prophecies in our lives. We create meanings from our unconscious interpretation of early events, and then we forge our present experiences from the meaning we’ve created. Unwittingly, we write the story of our future from narratives based on the past.”

        There is also evidence that suggests, “Grief has been found to elevate the risk of immune response and inflammation-related illnesses, including a heightened risk of tumor development. Therefore, the literature suggests that some cases may have an elevated cancer risk associated with grief. (Bioanalytical and Life Sciences, Anthoni Huggins-Cooper).

        Lastly, in regards to death of a parent specifically from cancer, 

        “… younger children worry more than their peers and express themselves more readily than older ones (Haine  et al., 2008; Silverman & Worden, 1993). Girls tend to internalize their problems, whereas boys externalize more (Dowdney, 2000; Haine et al., 2008). Lastly, longitudinal studies have suggested that girls are more vulnerable over time compared to boys (Dowdney, 2000).”

        No amount of time can ever totally alleviate the grief of a child to the death of a parent. But time, patience, understanding and insight into the grief process is all important for healing.

        Do you have grief you haven’t given yourself time to process? Something from your own childhood, or perhaps even adulthood? It could be from trauma, loss, neglect, or even death.

        Our own inner child is not unlike the physical child who grieves a loss; young, inexperienced, misunderstood, afraid, and confused.

        Inner self talk is something I often do for myself when I get triggered and when I sense it’s not the in-charge, capable-adult-Fran response I’m acting out. Instead it’s Fran who is much younger, and raw with inheld emotion.

        Then I talk to my own inner child using the SHIFT method:

        SHIFT

        And so I am…

        Sensitive to my self talk.

        Hearing what I’m saying to myself.

        Intuiting what is going on inside me.

        Feeling these feelings.

        Trusting them, talking to them, and turning them over to God to Take care of and Transform.

        Given time, giving myself a big hug, treating myself gently, consoling myself for my pain that was not recognized by a loving adult at the time, all serves to help me grieve my own past.

        I wish that for you. No one needs to live, or die, with unresolved grief.

        I love you sweet Delene, RIP.

        See you on the other side of the sky.

        Love is ….

        fran@inhealtherapy.com · May 22, 2024 · 8 Comments

        When I was a girl growing up in the wilds of a 12 sibling family, with 6 older brothers, and 3 older sisters, one of the words we never said aloud was “love”.  I got into the habit of saying “I’m glad…” instead of “I love” simply because we were taunted and teased mercilessly if we uttered that 4 letter word aloud.  Then the cartoon “Love is…” came along, and because it was a comic, it seemed ok to read the word “love” silently, and no one in my household seemed to mention that the couple of youngish looking characters were indeed naked, and clearly by the looks of their bashful and reddened cheeks, in love.

        Well, what is the meaning behind the word “love”?  The English language only has one word to describe all the different types of love, ie. passionate, animated, lust, marital, etc. while in Greek, there are eight different words that all describe “love” in one way or another.  Incidentally, the Japanese language has no word for love.  So, my question today is, if we had more words for “love”, would we be better at describing it and our feelings about it?  

        I think of Inuit up north of me in Canada, and their many words for snow.  Icelandic has even more, with over 80  different words for snow: Blinding snow, crystalized snow, heavy wet snow, spring snow, and many more.  We know from their geographical location that snow is significant, both to their well-being and to their livelihood.  The word is significant.  It is necessary to be specific.

        Unfortunately, I think the word “love” in the English language has been dealt an injustice. 

        Perhaps the “Love is…” comic had it right by describing what love is.  Written and drawn by Bill Asprey, continuing over 50 years, the cartoon encapsulates the deep and sometimes truly personal idea of love (Love is… a kind of heaven, only better” as well as the simple and easy definition of love (“Love is… a sweet hello”).  

        So what is it in your life that you would describe as “Love is…?”

        This past weekend was Mother’s Day 2024.  I had prepared myself to not get my hopes up; my grown daughters have their own lives, their own friends, and their own significant others.  I was fully prepared emotionally (almost) to expect very little time with them and was well aware that I shouldn’t want or need more.

        I had THE BEST MOTHER’S DAY EVER!  Really.  

        Since we in English have only one word for “love”, here’s my best definitions from this past weekend that describes how I felt loved:

        Love is….your 29 year old daughter having you over at her house for 2 nights and also taking you paddleboarding with 3 of her knock-dead gorgeous friends.

        Love is….your daughter telling you that her gorgeous friend thinks “Your mom is great”.

        Love is…having all 5 members of your immediate family share their best stories of growing up.

        Love is…throwing a bocce ball on the sand in a private spot on a well-known river, in the middle of no-where.

        Love is…not cooking once, because your daughter and her partner take charge, make breakfast, and 2 suppers, one of which is a full-out barbeque for the first spring event!

        Love is…not worrying about where your kids are, because they are with you.

        Love is…finding out the first time your daughters said, “I love you” to their spouses, and how they responded.

        Love is…seeing your two daughters so happy and fulfilled in their relationships with their spouses and their friends.

        Love is…being hugged so hard my back cracks.

        Love is…being given the warm duvet, remote control, getting tucked into bed, and shown how to work the smart TV.

        Love is…being cared about and cared for by my sons-in-law.

        Love is…having a sweatshirt made for me by my beautiful, talented oldest daughter that says, “MOM, est. 1992,” with our 3 names, our birth flowers, and in my favourite colours.

        Love is…having no idea how to paddle board, and being taught how to by my daughter and her dog.

        Love is…being given the big blanket to sit on when on the beach.

        What are your “Love is….” definitions?

        With only one word for love in the English language, I sure am grateful that my “Love is…” says it in such a way that my eternal love for my daughters on Mother’s Day is loud, clear and emboldened.

        “Love is….” having been so loved that it overflows into the rest of your life.

        Thanks Mr. Asprey.  

        Mother’s Day Dread?

        fran@inhealtherapy.com · May 5, 2024 · Leave a Comment

        Ever get the feeling that Mother’s Day is over-rated and wish it would just go away? Today I talk about the ups and downs of Mother’s Day and whether this special day is necessary.

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        When the desert seems dry between you and your family, what gives you nourishment?

        I’ve had 31 official “I’m a Mother” Mother’s Days over my lifetime. Thankfully, I was also able to enjoy this day with my own mom 42 times. What has all that taught me about this day, and the days before and afterwards?

        When my daughters were old enough, they would make and bring me breakfast in bed. Cereal and milk, toast, and when they were a little older, pancakes. I loved having them cherish me that way. I loved how committed they were to giving me a lovely day to remember. They in their little nighties, sitting on high stools in front of the griddle, anxiously waiting for the pancake bubbles to pop so they could flip or remove them from the heat.

        One of my most cherished posters, that still hangs in my living room, is the one my older daughter made when she was only 7. It shows herself, her sister, and me together with our dogs, and a huge banner that says “Mother’s Day” above the skyscrapers.

        So, why the dread of Mother’s Day Fran?

        Mother’s Day as an event may have started out promising, a way to honour our moms for the hard work they do daily, and give one day back to pamper and indulge her. As a child, we made and gave homemade school-crafted cards and gifts to our moms, and I loved receiving these from my own daughters. (I still have them tucked away and love to reminisce about how small they were, and their cute printing and words). Thank you teachers!

        Later, when they grew up and moved on, they would make gifts together to give me. One year they went to a pottery class and made me separate gifts. Love those too!

        When they became more involved with their own lives, the visits home became fewer and the homemade gifts intermittent. If I suggested a Mother’s Day weekend visit with them in their home-cities, most often they were able to accommodate an evening overnight or at a restaurant.

        What happened? The thoughts that roll through my head are several:

        1. Martyrdom: A mom will always love her children more than they love her.
        2. Denial: They are busy and have their own lives. Work and commitments don’t stop just because of a date on the calendar.
        3. Guilt: If I’d been a better mom when they were growing up, they would be closer to me now.
        4. Grief: I miss them so much my heart is breaking.
        5. Bargaining: One supper together is great. I’ll travel to you so you both don’t need to take the time to travel.
        6. Blaming: It’s the fault of capitalism, marketing, and advertising. The more Mother’s Day is promoted, the more sales there are in flower shops, restaurants, cards, and of course, gifts. The more hype there is around having the best day of the year, more often than not, it doesn’t seem that way at all. Not if I’m without my daughters.
        7. Anger: I hate Mother’s Day, please don’t mention it.
        8. Acceptance: (Not there yet).

        What is all going on here?

        Firstly, I know my own narrative overlays my original thoughts. Feelings of unworthiness, not good-enough, and rejection slams a door in my face. This of course was born in my childhood, and being the 10th of 12 children, neither of my parents seemed to realize that I was being lost in the crowd. And unless you were a rebel child, superstar, or a sick child, you fell by the wayside in favour of the others. For those of us who were born into distraction, abuse, or neglect, we try even harder to be loved.

        Secondly, I know I could’ve/should’ve/would’ve been a better and more attentive mother if I’d known then what I know now. That kind voice inside my head tells me I tried my best, and then the other, nagging voice says, “Did you really try your best, or did school take the best of you, and you left the rest for when you got home after work?”

        Thirdly, yes, yes, yes, the marketing of Mother’s Day now rivals that of Christmas and Black Friday. If merchants can promote Mother’s Day for a whole month, all the better for their quarterly reports to the shareholders. Credit card companies are more than happy to provide credit for last-minute gifts.

        Lastly, perhaps it’s all true.

        All the guilt, and loneliness, the marketing madness, and the distorted image of Mother’s Day needs to be viewed realistically. In this way, we can all grow in our own humanity and culture. Those handmade cards and the beautiful Mother’s Day poster, are still the most perfect, most loving and kind gifts I’ve ever received. They are worthy, and when I’m feeling down and lonely, I’ll put those cards back up on the fridge, phone my kids and tell them I miss them, and hope to see them for Mother’s Day weekend.

        It’s up to me to continue working on my own inner healing and self-forgiveness, to remember the close times, and to say a prayer and have faith that all things work out for good for those (like me) who love the Lord.


        If you can, hug your mom for me, and tell her that I appreciate her for birthing you, a miracle. If you can’t, say a prayer for all of us who wish we could hug our moms, one last time, and hug our children many, many more times.

        Lovingly, in light and gratitude,
        Fran
        PS. Acceptance will come.

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