Dear TAT Friend,
This is a short reminder that you have until midnight tonight EST to register for the Symposium in January at the Earlybird price (there will be another price savings in effect until December 15).
At the Heart and Soul of TAT workshop, January 22 and 23, I'll teach you the underlying principles that are the foundation of TAT and how they manifest as:
- the steps of TAT
- patient interaction
- the dissolution of troubles
- the assimilation of parts
- peace and happiness
You'll be able to do TAT on whatever you want to for yourself along with me as I lead sessions (a minimum of 5 during the workshop), then ask questions both about what you experienced and how I led the session.
Dear TAT Friends,
Did you know that some people say that one in eight pregnancies starts as a twin pregnancy? There’s been more evidence of what goes on because of ultrasound technology during pregnancy: a pregnancy can start off with twins and then one baby dies. It’s called the Vanishing Twin Syndrome. On and off throughout my life, I’ve had feelings that when my mom was pregnant with me, I had a twin who died.
Here’s a story from a friend that I really enjoyed. I thought you’d like it, too. Enjoy.
Guilt. GUILT! And lots of it! I had been caught in an affair. I separated from my husband and moved out (while we lived abroad). Not wanting to disrupt the children’s lives (17, 16 and 10), any more than a devasting separation would do, I left them in their home, with the belief that they would spend equal time with both their father and me. OK, naive, perhaps, as well.
Something so obvious that I’d never noticed made itself clear: I thought I was a slave! I thought I had to work work work and only have enough to get by - just enough food, a roof over my head and that was about it. Uh, who knew? It should have been obvious from looking at my life, but it just never dawned on me till a couple of days ago.
A few endlessly repeating thoughts and life patterns that went with it were, "Oh, woe is me! No one knows how hard I work. Won’t someone please save me?" Only trouble was, nothing could ever change the situation because I was so rooted in that identity. Everything around me kept validating that identity because I was, after all, completely, uh…identified!
My Dear Friends,
Hope this finds you enjoying your day or night. There’s one really tall palm tree about a street down — clear skies over L.A. today. The blue Pacific is filling my feelings with happiness and I’m sending those feelings to you.
We’ve been doing a Practicing Presence Webinar for the first time with folks in our certification program and it’s going great. I didn’t know how it would be to see people (six at a time on our computer screens) as we worked together, wondered how hard the technology would be to deal with (I’m not a digital native). It’s turned out to be really easy and incredibly fun - I feel like everyone is in my home with me and I’m at their place.
Yesterday, looking alternately out the window (gorgeous view across half a mile of trees and homes to the blue Pacific) and at my computer as I worked, I heard two creaks in the floor behind me. I turned to look. There was nothing there. I suspected it might be my mom walking through the living room. (In case you haven’t read newsletters from earlier this year, my mom died at the end of January. You can read more here .)
Later in the afternoon, I was chatting on the phone and heard those same creaks. "Maybe it was from the attic", I mused to myself…we’d heard some critters up there recently. But then I realized that I wouldn’t be hearing all the way to downstairs from the attic and besides, it was the floorboards I heard. Our family has lived in this house since 1963 and I have never heard squeaking floorboards when someone wasn’t walking on them.
Thank you for your prayers and good wishes. Please accept my love and thanks. The tender, connected quality of our community is lovely.
I’ve been surprised at how much has gone on between my mom and me since she left her body.
One central thing I did TAT about not too long before she left that body was something about completely accepting what’s real for me in the moment…not trying to bend my experience even a tiny bit to suit someone else’s ideas. For instance, at one point, I had the strong feeling that I was going to be in the house with my mom till she died. I couldn’t have consciously known when that would be and there were many times in the past year that I felt pretty certain she was going to die soon. But one day, I felt “I have to be with her till she dies”…not knowing how long that might be. So I did it. I immediately left my then current happy surroundings to be near my mom. In fact, one person said something like, “Oh, this has happened so many times before with your mom. Don’t you think this is a false alarm?” I didn’t. So, I recommend you do TAT for believing in or accepting your own experience just as it is, completely independent of anyone else’s thoughts.
It’s been a long time since we were in touch. My mom appeared to be getting close to death over the past six weeks and so I spent a lot of time near her. About a week and a half ago, she became more inward. Last Thursday night, my brother and his wife and my boyfriend and I were up late at Mom’s, sharing a lovely evening in front of a fire. We stood near the front door about a quarter past midnight, laughing and carrying on and said our good nights to each other. My mom was in her room just within a few feet of our boisterous, warm good-byes.
Maybe five minutes later, when I went in to her room to help change her nightgown, her face was very pale and I thought she’d died. I leaned close, put my hand on her chest and she took a gentle breath. That was her last.
Dear Lovely Friend,
Happy New Year!
A couple of weeks ago, something was bugging me and I just felt like whining and complaining about it. Usually, I try not to whine or complain because I never see any good coming out of it…until that day. It dawned on me that I could whine and complain with all the gusto I wanted, write down my unedited expressions and then (as if you hadn’t guessed) do TAT about the whole bundle. So that’s what I did. Oh man, that was so liberating: I no longer resonated or identified with any of it and felt so free free free. All of that nasty griping turned into emotional and spiritual gold. And that’s my New Year’s gift to you: unlimited piles of inner gold transformed from the worst thoughts and feelings.
Just make a list of all your complaints and download the free How to Do TAT booklet. As you do the TAT Steps, the word “this” in each statement will refer to your whole list. (We call this “making a bundle” or “throwing everything into the pot”.)
For Step One, use this statement instead:
I hope this finds you well and happy.
We have so many great ways for you to connect more deeply with the TAT community and learn to use TAT in more profound ways to enrich your life. I’ve made some audio recordings to share my plans and excitement with you. Just click on the links below to hear more.
2009 Symposium – Redondo Beach, California