Story: Who’s In Charge?
- At June 11, 2012
- By Betty
- In Blog, Story
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“Are you sure this is ripe?” Marian holds the melon in her hand. Her white hair looks blue under the fluorescent light.
“Well, why don’t you smell it.” Sarah pulls on her earring.
Marian doesn’t look at her daughter. She knows her expression of annoyance by heart.
“Joshua, stop that!” Sarah’s son Josh tries to stop four yellow onions from rolling off onto the floor.
Marian can feel an old anger seep into her throat. Sarah’s father used to yell all the time. She once told her best friend that he yelled himself right into a heart attack.
Marian smiles at her grandson and hands him the cantaloupe to put into the grocery cart.
“Why do you always do that?” Sarah uses her scolding voice. The one she uses for Josh and for her students in first grade.
Marian feels too tired to answer. This is like a verbal sword fight with her daughter that never ends.
“What am I doing?”
“You picked up the onions. You didn’t make them fall. Josh did. Josh, apologize to Grandma. It’s your fault the onions got on the floor.”
“Oh, for crying out loud.” Marian waits one second to decide on anger or humor.
Josh is relieved to hear Grandma’s small laugh.
“Josh, come with me and let your mom shop in peace!” Josh holds Grandma’s hand as they leave to go to another store and later to eat ice cream.
Neither one will mention the ice cream to Josh’s mom since neither one asked for permission to spoil Josh’s dinner.
Sarah speaks.
“My mom named me after Sarah Ferguson. Can you believe that?! When Mom was upset, she’d call me The Duchess. That’s about as harsh as she got. I love my mom, but she has no guts whatsoever. Sometimes, I think my dad just pushed her around to see if she’d get mad. Dad always told me I was feisty and feisty was good. People respect a person who is strong. My dad died four years ago. I miss him every day.”
Marian speaks.
“I guess you could call Sarah my change of life baby. I was 35 when she was born. You wouldn’t know it by the way she acts, but she does have an older brother in Seattle. I think her father spoiled her. Spence did whatever he thought was right. We argued about Sarah. One time he actually said I was jealous of my own daughter. How could that be? And now she treats little Josh just like her father treated her.”
On Becoming A Healer and Counselor
- At June 11, 2012
- By Betty
- In Blog, Counseling, Healing
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The ability to help others first occurred to me when I was 12. Some friends urged me to please talk to their parents as a way of influencing them to give permission for a party. It worked, but not how my classmates imagined. In order to know what to say, I had to listen carefully for clues from each parent. As they spoke, patterns emerged in my mind and somehow I knew which words were needed, including the tone of voice required.
This was during one of the times I lived with my mom, in-between living in different foster homes. Perhaps the first home was the most important. I knew I was special, but not because this was said to me.
I knew by my small handprint in plaster hung on the kitchen wall with a blue ribbon. I knew by my pictures painted in poster paint that lined the hallway. The couple asked if I wanted a brother or sister. I said I wanted a brother and I remember holding their adopted son Charles Dale. I was 5. And I was 5 when I left with my mom on an airplane. I lived with my mom for a year.
Then I lived on a small farm. The couple I lived with called it a gentleman’s farm. They had several chickens, a few goats, a cow with a calf and a vegetable garden. Every Saturday we went to the local church for square dancing. The husband was 50 and retired and his wife was 32.
I felt the heat in the cab of the dusty truck and I could smell steer manure. My mind drifted up and out the window. I saw the bright sky and bleached hills. My body was in the distance. I told it not to worry. I was 8 1/2 and had no word for what the husband was doing.
I knew something was wrong with me. The husband asked why my face looked funny. I had no answer. The wife had me dust the living room furniture then asked if I thought the job was done. She asked me why I was so slow. When I looked in the dresser mirror, I looked plain, like a piece of paper. I knew I was slow. My mind was always going somewhere else and not paying attention.
I held my suitcase and looked at the dark blue curtains with tiny red school houses. I heard the wife say she hoped I would remember what she taught me. I walked down the stairs, careful not to show my relief. I was 9 and my mom took me home until the next time.
My life experience allowed me to observe how other minds work and how other people’s emotions are expressed. My circumstances taught me how to survive: to hear what is unspoken, to know a person’s thoughts by the sound of a voice and to receive information from outside myself. These trauma-inspired gifts are now used to help others, and that is a most ironic, but rewarding use of my experience.
How Can I Become More Spiritual?
- At September 17, 2010
- By Betty
- In Blog, Counseling, Healing, Lotus Enlightenment
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Hi Betty, My wife Mary and I have been separated for about 3 months and no matter what I do she won’t listen to me. I don’t know what to do at this juncture. She wants me to go to a marriage counselor with her. Do you think counseling will help my marriage? Thanks, Frederick
Hello Frederick, This is the information I received:
This is not so much about a marriage as it is about two souls who promised to help one another. I was also given a picture.
You are bending forward, focusing aggressive attention on Mary. She is pulling back from you and has turned her head away with mouth shut tight and eyes closed.
Then the picture changes:
You sit casually and comfortably in your chair, giving your attention to the counselor while occasionally looking toward Mary when she speaks. Your feelings for Mary are confined to those given to a respected and beloved friend.
Mary is sitting forward. She frequently glances at you when you are not looking and can no longer feel her power to provoke you. For the first time she can now express her emotions without resentment because her husband is no longer casting the shadow of his needs over her own.
The difference is brought about as you become emotionally centered and let go of her, and ask for the best resolution for all concerned. Know the outcome is completely out of your hands. If you can do this, the healing and subsequent gifts of the heart will be beyond anything you can imagine.
It is human arrogance to think we can change another; it is divine wisdom to know we can influence another by changing ourselves. Sincerely, Betty
Hi, my name is Kathy and I was wondering if you can recommend how I can become more spiritual. I appreciate any advice you can give. K.
Hello Kathy, To be spiritual means attending Catholic mass and smelling the warm fragrance of incense for one person, working in a vegetable garden and feeling the rich cool earth for another and fishing on a lake at 5:30 and watching the sunrise to someone else.
At its most basic, it is a heightened sensitivity and connection to all things around you. Sometimes it’s described as being at one with the universe.
Begin by finding out what activity makes you feel most connected and a part of this world. Discovering this will reveal that part of you that most easily connects to the spirit in all things. Sincerely, Betty
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Grace Elizabeth Hathaway
- At May 30, 2010
- By Betty
- In Blog, Lotus Enlightenment
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On the morning of May 29th, Grace Hathaway left the premises that some call the earth plane, or as she would say, “I’m out of here!”
Now, there are many stories for each person who leaves this earth, but none had as many as Grace, each story left with the appropriate child, relative or friend. She had four children, many relatives and numerous friends.
So, exactly who was this woman who had four children and four husbands? She made no demands on life and was happy to receive whatever or whomever came into her life, and that’s how her adventures began. What came about was accepted and dealt with. As she said, “You have to improvise all the time in this life.”
She left at 93 years of age, some say 95. Her birth certificate was altered to fit the woman and the times. She always stayed current with the decades, never appeared dated, never seemed to age until six consecutive strokes changed her life and those close to her forever.
This woman was the best friend you called at 2 a.m. when your boyfriend left. Her advice was, “Save that piece of toilet paper next time you go to the bathroom and when you get sentimental, take a whiff!”
And when you were trying to find yourself, which she thought was hysterical, she’d say, “you are exactly where you need to be. Appreciate what is in front of you. What the hell, you’re alive!” She also believed in facing one’s worst fears with a plan of action.
She took care of two young teenage girls who were pregnant in a flat in San Francisco where a cockatiel ate scrambled eggs, bird seed was fed to the mice and her cabbie husband at the time brought her “gifts” left in the back seat of his cab. She made a living by making “break-away” costumes for exotic dancers. This was only one of many adventures in her life.
She believed anything could be overcome. She did not do this for herself. She got chased and caught by four husbands. There was the straight man in burlesque who stayed home and washed diapers while she went on club dates in Hawaii. Before that was the man who loved alcohol more than the 16-year-old Gracie.
Then there was the cab driver who gambled, and finally the man who wore a hat like Frank Sinatra and took her to Italian restaurants. She was grateful for his attention, so she married him. No one understood why.
She had this odd brilliance that she focused on others without awareness of it’s origin. She said, “you know, ideas float in space. Decide what you need, hold it in your mind like a magnet and what you need will come to you.” She would also say, “when someone says you can’t do something, smile and know there is always a way to achieve what you want.”
And what did she achieve? She could read Latin as if she were a Roman. With that base she could read French cookbooks and the Paris edition of Vogue. She began each meal with a skillet and a pound of butter, unsalted, of course! She made the best bread in the world. She could weave a rug of her own design and make her own dress patterns.
She was also a Master Gardner, taking courses in horticulture and specializing in plants from Australia and New Zealand. She could look at any art object and figure out how it was made. Once she had the knowledge, her interest went elsewhere. She loved reading mystery stories. Her favorite fictional character was Hercule Poirot.
Gracie herself was the greatest mystery in her children’s lives. Not one of them knows her real story because she was many women, a different one for each phase of a life lived like a gypsy passing through on a wild adventure that only she understood.
She created happiness for others. That was her true magic. She helped create an escape plan from pain for everyone, except herself, until now. For 13 years she remained in a body that could not eat, speak or walk. She is now walking about albeit in different gardens and doing what she liked best–being free to do as she pleased!
Many knew Gracie. How many knew both her brilliance and her kindness? How many recognized how complex she was as a person? What a beautiful and strange puzzle she presented, this woman with four children. All that is known is a carpet of vermillion (red being too pedestrian for Gracie) was rolled out Saturday morning for a woman who helped more people than anyone can imagine.
And all who knew her can only say, “Gracie, may you find your way out of this world and into one that fulfills your greatest desires and dreams. And, by the way, in case you didn’t know this, you are loved beyond measure!”
Signed: Tom Miller, Joe Miller, Betty Malicoat, Rori Roberts and all family members and friends who knew Gracie Hathaway in this life.
What We Do
- At December 20, 2009
- By Betty
- In Blog, Counseling, Lotus Enlightenment
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Consider how many times we have all experienced small, personal acts that came from the willing hearts of strangers that made a difference in our day, and for some of us, made a difference in our lives.
How many times have we extended a hand or a word to friend and stranger alike simply because that’s what most of us do?
Without knowing or even imagining the consequences, we touch each other’s lives and lighten each other’s burdens all the time, unless we choose to do otherwise.
Connie once described her mother-in-law as looking like her disappointment in life froze her face into an ever-lasting mask of disapproval. The mother-in-law sat in her chair surveying Connie and all the supermarket ads spread over half the dining room table. Next to Connie were her scissors, a list of what was needed and stacks of food coupons.
“Good thing you got that education. Lord knows how you’d organize all that important stuff without it.” Connie answered her with silence. When her mother-in-law moved in, Connie was ten pounds overweight, and now Connie never weighed herself. It was as if every mean thing said to her wrapped itself around her body and added a spiteful heaviness.
Connie listed the supermarkets for this week’s route. She paid for gas only. That was the rule her husband set as he smoothed his hair over the thinning spot at the back of his head and tried to understand his wife wanting to get all that food for free, then giving it away for nothing. It was his considered opinion that his wife was going through the change and that’s why she wasn’t herself.
Connie couldn’t explain the thrill of gathering her treasure, the brightly colored boxes, packages and cans of every size. She looked over the container boxes and bags at every stop, making sure everything was secure and mentally calculating what food would be donated next.
Connie drove her familiar white van to the back where volunteers waved and smiled, calling out, “Here comes the Food Lady!” At each place they carefully unloaded their portion of her treasure. The last stop was the women’s shelter.
Connie glanced in the office to say good bye and saw a woman with her small daughter. The woman was struggling over the questions on the form. Connie imagined herself filling out these same forms and how it would feel to escape into a new life . . .
What impressions or thoughts came to you?
Friends and Family
- At December 14, 2009
- By Betty
- In Blog, Lotus Enlightenment
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What about our family of friends? I truly bow to those who have many genuine friends with whom they can share the most intimate details of their lives. In truth, we share different information depending on our relationships.
I’ve often wondered if treating a family member as a friend might be easier. As soon as I say this, I realize I do not have this freedom. I have been assigned different positions within my family: my younger sister sees me as her little sister, my mother sees me as too serious and one of my brothers still sees me as a skinny kid with a very long nose.
It gets even more complex if you consider that every move by one family member changes the position of every other member. Could it be that this explains why when we proudly announce an accomplishment to our families we are sometimes met with silence?
“Do you have chicken livers?” The kid in the third booth on the left waited, smiling at Sarah. She made a dot on the fresh page of her order pad. She noticed the kid’s eyes were like her brother’s when he chopped the head off a chicken for Sunday dinner on the family farm near Redding. Sarah re-arranged her thoughts.
“Well, no. They just wouldn’t give them up.” She felt the right side of her mouth lift. She had already been told to watch her sarcasm. The kid lost interest in his private game. He and his three companions punctuated their orders with “whatever” which was followed by quick glances past Sarah’s head. She was comfortable being invisible. It gave her a sense of power, of seeing others without them knowing it.
Sarah quickly checked her two booths and four tables, her station. Her sister Mattie once asked her if waitressing was going to be her station in life. Sarah knew to remain silent since Mattie was known for following a question with her advice that everyone endured and no one followed. Sarah knew everyone in the family, including cousins, knew Mattie loved organizing lives. She had organized four husbands and at least three live-in boyfriends.
Sarah wondered if her family extended a special kindness to her, if maybe she was saying or doing something everyone knew about. Sarah felt her heart beat alter as if in answer to her question. The large man at table two was vigorously waving his hand in her direction. A small shock of recognition went through her as she realized she had been standing near the ladies room for several minutes, staring out the front window at the large elm tree . . .
What impressions or feelings come to you?