Leaving on a jetplane!
Be careful what you wish for! Today I leave for my book tour. I am so excited but still swimming from last week, which was by far, the biggest week of my life! All the media, the film’s air date, meeting so many new friends and posse members… but most of all, reading your emails and posts. The amount of positive healing energy, passion, and wisdom coming from you could run a power plant for a year! These amazing stories fill my soul-well with abundance and light. YOU are the everyday heros and (s)heros! YOU are grace and fire. This silly thing called canSer has met its feisty match, and we (Brian and I and the amazing staff we are putting together) are going to work tirelessly to appraoch this beasty from a new angle.
Perhaps we will overcome, or perhaps we will learn to manage and live with it, but the key word is LIVE. I am here NOW, writing this blog, you are here right NOW reading this blog and WHILE we are doing that we are surviving and LIVING. No one can take that away from us – no doctor, no GOD, no freaked out family member or frightened friend. Expiration dates belong on milk cartoons, not human beings, so gently remove yours and get back to the business of living. In my mind, I won’t die, I’ll just turn the page on a new chapter and a new ADVENTURE! Yahooo!
But back to now and dreaming and conjuring…..
I spent the weekend in my pajamas shaking my head, smiling and crying pure streams of joy. Friday turned my 36th year on this mama love planet and what a birthday it was! It was a great lesson in looking around at the abundance I DO have. Since canSer, I always blow out the candles and wish for the same thing (yeah, even though I’m now the poster gal for living WITH it, at birthday candle time I slip and inner-whisper the remission word). When I don’t get my wish, I sometimes wonder where they go. Do they get caught in some big cosmic lint trap? Nope, ah ha moment: they get answered but not in the way I expect. A friend once bonked me on the head when I was feeling sorry for myself (over a jack ass boy, and I mean jack ass), her words pierced me like a foot long biopsy needle. If you worry so much about the train you just missed you won’t see the one in front of you with the doors wide open (air conditioning blasting and a cushy seat).
So the doors are open and the trip is the universal inward bound. You’ve asked for the destination and dang ya’ll have some good ideas! The national posse has spoken and our plans plans for the future are beginning to crystalize. To start with, we will be putting together FEARLESS weekends! I spoke with some of my trapeze buddies and we just have to find a time in the schedule. So yes, let’s fly! Some of you may love that idea, others may want something more tame so Posse weekends and bootcamps (which are more like creative, detoxing healing fests) will also be offered. If you work at a center that can provide space for us, email asap.
But what’s really getting Brian and I excited is our plan to raise money for a Crazy Sexy Scholarship fund! Persuading insurance companies to pay for alternative care will take time (and a new president), though it is important that we all work together to voice our collective needs. But while they are dorking around, we will be raising money to sponsor folks for up to a year. Our dream is to provide the finances for the treatment that helps you the most. Accupuncture, nutritionist, yoga, etc. Each of us is different, each healing path carved by the specific patient. I am so excited about this I can’t sleep! If you know peeps with DEEP pockets, give us a shout out.
Ok, off to the airport! Please come and visit me on tour. Check out crazysexytour.com for details and if you are in NYC on Oct. 12th I will be showing the film, doing a signing and chatting at The NY Open Center. Go to their website and sign up, it will be a great night.
Peace and veggies,