My Uncle went into the hospital early this week after a massive heart attack and stroke. The news from afar sounded grim and the nurse suggested, "If it were my family, I'd be making travel arrangements immediately." Mom and I hopped in the car and drove the six hours to be by his side.
This family's middle name is 'estranged,' to say the least, but in the face of losing the eldest of many siblings, people came from everywhere to see him; from several states away after not seeing my Uncle in over 25 years or more. People called who haven't even talked to him in years, and people who never cry at even the saddest of stories, wept like infants.
My Uncle was a professional wrestler and referee. By the way, it wasn't as 'fake' as you might think it is... WWF and such. Anyhow, he was the biggest, burliest man I've ever seen. He was like a superhero with biceps the size of my head. He kept more fast cars in his garage than tools and he always had a big cigar in his mouth that seemed never to be lit.
My mom was the tom-boy of the bunch; she could out-do, out-bike and out-ride any boy, and she would run with the grace of a gazelle. She was the strongest, most capable woman I've ever known. She could fix cars, change a light bulb with just her mind, and build you a dresser from scratch!
My aunt was the fancy, tidy one who lived in big homes and smelled of something so beautifully familiar, I am constantly reminded of her if I smell it on a passersby. She was the mint julep, derby type fancy that I thought frilly girls grew up to be.
I even met an uncle I had never met before (and I'm 32 years old) and saw cousins I rarely see. More different a group of people couldn't be hand selected to come together into one family as is with this one - a group of like a dozen folks. Yet they came together for my Uncle - but why only now? Why did it take this to bring people together?
Regret is one of the most bitter of tastes and the most avoidable. Whether you believe in many lives, as I do, or that this is the only one incarnate you have, you should still make the most of EVERY moment you have with the people you love, have loved, might love if you knew them, and should love just because they inhabit the Earth with you.
I tend to live much of my life in my head, in Science, in study, and safely tucked away from the heart-strings that go sharp and flat too easily. I wasn't always this way though... But now I find myself less creative, less expressive and less attached to suffering. While this has it's place, for sure, I connected with a lost part of myself through this experience and I'd like to hold onto it.
I see my own mother's mortality and how important she is to me. I realized the importance of connections, whether blood related or chosen relatives such as dearest friends. I realized where to let go of things in life and when something is actually not as important as you make yourself believe. I realized I want to spend every single moment making the most of my life because things will constantly change. Acknowledge the sweetness of this delicate life and stop waiting for 'something' in order to do or be something now.
When I'm struck with emotion, I tend to express myself through writing music or poetry. My brain instantly shifts from logical to creative and I damn near speak in rhymes and think in 3/4 time. Here is what came up while at the hospital...
The seed will become a tree,
it will live forever free.
Deep rooted, strong and wise,
what could ever be its demise?
I grew up beneath the shadow of this tree,
fast cars, big cigars, left for us to grieve.
Big oak, giant shadow,
reduced again to seed.
Dear Uncle, I've come to see thee.
Can you hear me, do you see me?
I see you, or at least i.c.u., for now.
Laying in bed, tonight's quiet close.
The hospital sleeps, tomorrow we'll know.
Your love is like a drought,
bone dry until I'm down and out.
Without your care, like you're unaware,
until I'm in Intensive Care.
Maybe we learned to take better care,
forced aware with each pump of air.
My body is tired, my life is strained,
but at least we're all being trained.
You can't live your life,
creating daily strife.
Value your own life with intensive care,
life is too short to be so unfair.
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Certified Holistic Health and Nutrition Practitioner, Stephanie Austin, was guided into holistic living in 2002 when she was diagnosed with Dermatomyositis, an uncommon autoimmune disease affecting the skin and muscle.
Opting for education rather than medication, Austin enrolled in a Holistic Health Practitioner program in 2004 after realizing she'd been gifted with disease so that she may learn to heal herself and later teach others to do the same.
Since her education, Austin has released over 60 pounds and conquered years of junk food addiction through holistic healing and nutrition techniques that she now passes onto others through her business, Wellness by Mother Nature.
Austin has been the Director of Education and Board Member for the nonprofit organization, The Wellness Kitchen. She is the recipient of the 2015 Outstanding Graduate Award from www.ACHS.edu.
Austin is an author, coach and speaker who empowers people on the healing value of nutrition and the innate self-healing abilities of a body in balance.
She has helped hundreds of people achieve balance through methods such as meditation, herbs, movement, supplements, aromatherapy, homeopathy, nutrition, mind-body connection, energy healing and by closely listening to the needs of her clients.
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