Archive for July, 2009

Owning Menopause & Moon Dancing: A Lesson in Ritual & Rebirth

Friday, July 31st, 2009
Orchids Moon by Paul Nolan

Orchids Moon by Paul Nolan

Recently, I saw a patient- we’ll call her Lily- at CLEAR Center of Health, where I practice holistic women’s health. Lily had recently transitioned into menopause and experienced a big loss when she stopped following the rhythms of her body. She didn’t realize until it was gone how much she yearned for the cyclic life rhythm her menstrual cycles brought to her. Her menopause coincided with the end of a relationship and her only son going off to college, so it was a time of loss already, and she sensed the need to renew her connection to the earth’s cyclic rhythms.

A New Cycle

Lily is an avid gardener and tends orchids. She also loves star-gazing. One night, she conceived an idea for a new monthly ritual. She had always followed the phases of the moon and felt different energies in her body during the new moon and full moon, with subtle but real energetic shifts in between. Now that her menstrual cycles are no longer there to remind her of the monthly possibility of life, she takes her orchids for a moondance. Really! A moon dance. I love it.

During different moon phases, she takes her orchids outside, holds them up in the moonglow and let’s her freak flag fly. Her orchids represent a monthly rebirth, a transition from bloom-less stalk to delicate flower. So while she can’t bear children anymore, she can bear orchids. Celebrating them in the light of the moon fills her with a sense of monthly connectedness, with her body and Mother Earth. Doing so has filled her with the cyclic energy she craved, and the psychic loss she experienced with menopause ameliorated.moon dance

Lily’s story filled me with awe and wonder for her strength, beauty, ancient wisdom, and innovative creativity. It got me thing about the power of ritual. How might we help utilize ritual to honor, nourish, celebrate, mourn, or deepen our experience with life. Our Marin Pink Posse gatherings resonate with loads of ritual. We bring talisman’s to represent our mojo or our creativity. We then pass them in circles while one of us rings a bell and we all honor our talismans in silence. We dance across the Pink Threshold. Ritual symbolizes the deeper essence of Owning Pink for us.

Celebrating Rituals

I also celebrate my own rituals. Every morning before I sit down to write for Owning Pink, I ignite a candle on my home altar. light incense, and kneel. I offer up the heavens anything I need to release in order to stay clear and open, and I pray for guidance as I interact with you Pinkies, to make sure my heart remains filled with love. Every day I set an intention. Often, it is merely May I find inner peace and be in service to the world. Sometimes it is more specific, such as when Mojo Mentor Fred told his story about his communion with angels and I set the intention that Fred feel love and acceptance all day long. This daily ritual allows me to step out of the mundane that often precedes this ritual, such as wiping my 3 year old daughter’s bottom and letting the dog outside to pee. It elevates my awareness to a higher plane and awakens me to the magic that is all around me.

Replacing Cravings With Healthy, Healing Rituals

Rituals can also replace things we crave. Are you menopausal and miss your menses? Try moondancing! Are you trying to quit but crave the chance to go outside and have a moment of silence? Then go outside when you would have smoked and meditate. Are you trying (like me) to give up that evening glass of wine? How ’bout a ceremonial cup of tea while listening to your favorite soothing music instead? Or a guided imagery session on CD?

As doctors, we’re always asking our patients to give up things they cling to, such as that extra cup of cappucino or that obesity-inducing ice cream or that bagel when they have a gluten-allergy. But we often fail to realize that what we’re asking them to do is to give up a ritual they are using to medicate a need. What if we could help them replace the cappucino with a ritual that meets the same need? What if we could help our grieving menopausal patients by inviting them to moondance? What a concept.

5 Rituals To Fill You Up
1. Kneel at your home altar and express gratitude for three things that make you joyful and bring you mojo.
2. Go outside and ask a question you want the Universe to answer. With this question firmly in your mind, choose a stone, flower or other object in nature. Sit down with your object and describe it in detail. Write the details in your journal if you wish. Now examine those details. Chances are, you’ll find the answer to your question is in those details.
3. Designate your favorite candle as your dream candle. Before bed, light this candle and invite your dreams to share with you the wisdom of what you need to know to live your life fully. Just before you’re ready to go to sleep, blow out the candle and close your eyes. Get ready to dream.
4. Buy a bell whose sound you love. When you feel tense, anxious, fearful, angry, or sad, find a quiet spot, close your eyes, and ring your bell. Listen to the sound it makes. Ask God to bring you inner peace through the sound of your bell. Keep ringing the bell until you notice a shift inside.
5. On little strips of paper, write down anything in your life that no longer serves you, those things you wish to release. Take a metal bowl or trash can outside, and ceremoniously light each slip of paper, before dropping it in your fireplace metal container. Watch the ashes float into the sky, as the embers of what you’ve released turn from gold to red to black. Honor what you’ve released. Now let it go. (Be careful, Pinkies. Don’t hurt yourself or burn the house down! But this is a very powerful ritual. Have a fire extinguisher nearby, just in case.)
What if YOU could discover what you really need in order to fill that void. Imagine the moon dance!

How do you use ritual to nourish, heal, and celebrate life, Pinkies? Please share with us…

Kneeling at the altar of what we’ve created together,

Lissa

Owning Creativity: Elizabeth Gilbert of “Eat, Pray, Love” on Creative Genius

Thursday, July 30th, 2009

Have you read Eat, Pray, Love yet? Chances are, if you’re here at Owning Pink, you have. (If not, get ye to a bookstore, right away!)  Here she is, talking about creativity at the TED Talks. Brava, Liz! We love you!

Owning Sexuality: The G-Spot- Fact or Fiction?

Thursday, July 30th, 2009

g-spotSince we’re beginning Healthy Thursdays here at Owning Pink, I thought I’d start with reprinting an article I co-wrote for www.bettyconfidential.com (I’m their OB/GYN on call). With Sexpert Amber Madison, we tackle the mythology of the G-spot, how to find the G-spot, and what it can do for you.

Much like the Loch Ness monster and the Bermuda Triangle, the G-Spot has a bit of an elusive existence. Technically, it’s not there. Sexually, many women can’t imagine their lives without it. So what is the G-Spot, where is it, and does it live up the hype?

Does the G-Spot really exist?

Dr. Lissa: According to the teacher in my Gross Anatomy lab, the answer is no. When we were gently dissecting the vagina, someone asked, “So where’s the G-Spot,” and my teacher, with his thick Eastern European accent, said, “Zer is no G-Spot in ze human female.” Okay, good to know. The rest of my medical training pretty much agreed with my Gross Anatomy professor. We were taught that the clitoris is the cornerstone of sexual arousal, and that those who swear they orgasm from vaginal intercourse do so by stimulating the clitoris through positioning, such that something is rubbing the clitoris directly or indirectly. But as is the case with much I learned in medical school, my patients tell me otherwise. Over the years, thousands of patients swear that there is a place on the anterior wall of the vagina that just hits the spot. So I asked an expert in the field once, and he told me that studies have been done where every part of the female vagina has been examined under the microscope, and there is nothing on the anterior wall of the vagina that looks any different than the rest of the vagina. Therefore, the G-Spot does not exist. Period. But I believe in many things I cannot see, so this rationale doesn’t completely work for me. Do I think there’s really a G-Spot? Yup. I think so. Is it the end-all be-all of sex? Nope.

Where is the G-Spot?

Dr. Lissa: Those who swear by the G-Spot say it lies 2-3 inches inside the vagina, on the anterior wall, just under the bladder. They describe this area as having a different ridgey texture than the rest of the smooth vagina (although I can tell you from examining tens of thousands of vaginas that all healthy vaginas before menopause are ridgey all over). Those who live for the G-Spot tell me that the sensations they experience from stimulation of the G-Spot are completely different than those they feel from stimulation of the clitoris. While the clitoris is much more sensitive and easily aroused, the G-Spot requires much deeper stimulation, but supposedly, results in much deeper orgasms. Is this true? It must be. Too many women say so – and I’m more inclined to believe them than the Eastern European Gross Anatomy teacher who swears it isn’t so. (For more anatomy, refer to the Pretty Pink Pussy Tour).

What sex positions are the best for stimulating the G-Spot?

Amber: Any sex position where the penis is rubbing against the front wall of the vagina is a good position to “hit the spot.” Many women find that doggy style, reverse cowgirl (girl on top turned backwards), or any other position where a guy is entering from behind works well. Whether you think you enjoy G-Spot stimulation or not, trying new sex positions can never be a bad idea. Many women will tell you that their bodies are changing with age. Positions that may not have done much for you a few years ago may feel completely different now.

Why can’t I find my G-Spot?

Dr. Lissa: If you’ve read the manuals, tried all the techniques, and can’t seem to locate your G-Spot, I’m with you, girlfriend. I am one of the MANY women who cannot personally find mine. Frankly, the clitoris works just fine for me, thank you very much, but I’m totally supportive of those women and their partners who want to go looking for their G-Spots. Happy hunting! I’m all about sexual exploration. Sure, Own Your Sexuality, see if you can experience multiple orgasms, work your way through the Kama Sutra, and hunt for that elusive G-Spot. But if you can’t find your G-Spot, don’t fret. You’re not alone. Most women can only experience orgasms through direct stimulation of the clitoris. While some of these women can orgasm through vaginal intercourse, it’s usually because they’ve mastered the art of positioning themselves and their partners into such a position that the clitoris gets some tender loving care. Remember that the ultimate goal of sex is intimacy. If you’re feeling sexually satisfied, don’t let yourself or your partner stress about achieving something beyond what you already have. You might get so caught up in G-Spot hunting that you forget to have fun.

If I find my G-Spot can I forget about my clitoris?

Amber: It’s very possible that you really enjoy vaginal stimulation or even the stimulation of one spot a few inches up your vagina. It’s also possible that as good as that feels, you can’t have an orgasm unless your clitoris is being stimulated as well. In that case, think of your G-Spot as something that adds to your orgasms, but doesn’t necessarily create them. Needing clitoral stimulation in order to have an orgasm doesn’t necessarily mean that your G-Spot doesn’t exist; it means it may act more as a booster shot. But no matter how sensitive your G-Spot, think of it as something that works with the clitoris, as opposed to instead of it.

Dr. Lissa: Recently, the G-Shot, which injects collagen into the G-spot in order to temporarily amplify the sensation of the G-spot, came to my attention. Does it work? I can’t say. It’s too early, but there are doctors performing this procedure around the country. Do I do this procedure. No. I guess I prefer not to inject foreign substances into people’s bodies if not medically necessary. But I’m not judging and have no problem with those who wish to explore.  For those of you who have been hunting for your G-spot and are looking to jazz up your sex life, I thought I’d bring it to your attention.  Just remember that for women, sexual arousal is largely mental. The best thing you can do to jazz up your sex life is to teach your body how to receive pleasure through self-cultivation (a fancy name for masturbation) and an active, sensual fantasy life.  Not only does teaching your body how to experience pleasure help your sex life, it also has many health benefits, as described on Christiane Northrup’s website.

To find out how healthy your sex life is, take the quiz. Want to know how much sex is enough? Here are the results of our straw poll. Or check out our Pink Guide To Orgasm, for how sex can help you prevent swine flu. And for those of you who wound up here by Google-searching “pretty pussy,” here are my thoughts on that. And for more thoughts on health and gynecology, check out Questions to Ask Your Gynecologist.

What about you Pinkies? Let’s take the G-spot out from under the covers and talk about it. Have you discovered yours? Does it rock your world? Or do you agree with my Eastern European Gross Anatomy that zer is no G-spot in ze human female? Tell us! We wanna know…

With Meg Ryan-like shrieks of pleasure,

Dr. Lissa

God, Angels, Life and Moving On

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

Guardian+AngelHiya, Pinkies,

Please welcome our dear friend and Mojo Mentor Fred Kraseise, who today is taking a major Pleap (Pink leap of faith) and gifting us with an incredible story from his life. You have no idea how hard it is for Fred to disclose his story. Have you ever had the burning secrets that just eat away at you? This is Fred’s. What he is doing here is unbelievable brave. So PLEASE, love on him silly. We all feel so vulnerable when we put ourselves out there, yet we’ve created this safe community here to encourage each other to be authentic. And Fred’s taking it us up on it.  Fred is the most incredible man, and I believe every word of his story.  If Fred says it’s true, then by golly, it’s true. Let’s lavish him with the love and acceptance we all want when we’re putting ourselves out there and being vulnerable.

With Pink love and a standing ovation for Fred,

Lissa

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This is complicated, but I’ll try to keep it simple. This is very hard for me to write, yet it is the most important thing I have ever written – so here it comes.

As most of you know, I am a certified massage therapist, Reiki Master and life coach. If you have had a session with me, you also know that I work I do is profoundly different – it’s a different experience from getting a massage or other bodywork at the spa – not that there is anything wrong with that!  We don’t get enough touch in our culture and that is a shame.

But the work I do is different because I work with victims and survivors. I work with women who have been sexually assaulted, physically or emotionally abused, or who have suffered some form of shock and trauma, and who experience chronic pain every day. I also work with women who are undergoing transitions in their life, specifically divorce, separation, loss of loved one, and grief. I try to help my clients reconnect with their bodies. In many cases, the only nurturing touch they have in their life is when they see me. They have shut themselves off – living disembodied from their physical being.  The goal of our work is to reconnect once again, to become whole once again, and to begin anew with body, mind and spirit once again in balance. The goal of the work is to help the client move on.

We like to be able to explain things in our culture. “How do you do this?” people ask me. And the technical answer I give them is that I combine a variety of Asian and western massage forms. I use subtle energy therapies like Reiki and some Cranial-Sacral Therapy. I combine what ever I feel is necessary to meet the client where she is in her space. I am profoundly influenced by both Esalen massage therapy as well as Lomi Lomi massage – the beautiful Hawaiian form of massage. Both forms of bodywork require that the practitioner be especially present and hold a very sacred place for the recipient. And I combine life coaching in a way that helps the client to move forward. That’s what it is all about.

So that is what I tell people. But there is more. Much, much more.

I have what some people might call, a “gift,” and it has only been recently that I have begun to see it as such. For years, I buried it, denied its existence, and refused to acknowledge it.

What is it? Ok. This is the hard part for me.

I can sense the presence of angels, and other entities. To borrow a line from the movie “The Sixth Sense,” I can sometimes see dead people and they sometimes communicate with me.  I am also highly empathic, and I can tell the moment I put my hands on a client if there has been a history of abuse or violence. I often will feel what they felt during the abuse or the trauma. Their tissue carries more than just the physical scars, but the emotions and feelings, and I feel it all. Together, I work with these very special women to try to release the pain.

I don’t make this announcement casually or lightly. I have gay and lesbian friends, and for me, this represents my own form of “coming out,” and it opens the door for ridicule and scorn. I’ve worked very hard to be taken seriously. I’ve undergone years of training as a massage therapist, energy worker and wellness coach. But, for many reasons it is very important that I accept this, and do what my dear friend Lissa says, “to own it.” It is after all who I am.

I buried this “gift” for what I thought was a very good reason. When I was six years old, my sister was killed by a drunk driver. She was older than me, 18 at the time of her death. But, we were very close. She would look after me, she would read to me. She took me to a magical place she said was called a “library” and introduced me to the world of books and literature. To this day, I consider libraries sacred places. We were so very close, and her death created a void in my heart – a painful, empty space.

What happened that night? I saw a vision of my sister getting hurt. I saw the accident in a premonition. I tried to tell her about it. I begged her not to go out that evening. I cried and said ‘please don’t go.’ She told me that everything would be alright, but I knew that it wouldn’t. She left to go out and I knew I would never see her again. She was in a fatal car accident less than a mile from our house and died a few days later. And so, I buried my “gift” because I was angry.

I hated God and angels and wanted nothing to do with them. And even when thoughts or visions would come to me, I refused to acknowledge their existence. I wanted no part of this – I was furious and held that anger with me for nearly 50 years. This was no gift. I was seriously pissed off! What merciful God would give a six-year old a vision of his sister dying?  I would often cry out, “Leave me alone!” “Go away!”

Thankfully, they never did.

It wasn’t until I began my practice as a massage therapist that things began to change for me. At the time, I didn’t even realize or consider that I needed to do this work in order to heal myself.  But when you open your heart to God’s infinite love, you cannot help being swept away by it. And that is what slowly began to happen.

angelsI began to open my heart and draw upon my ability to see things to help me gain insight with clients. Just recently, a woman came to see me for the first time. The minute she walked into my office, I sensed and saw a presence beside her. It was her mother, and she remained with us throughout her daughter’s session. She wanted me to tell her daughter how proud she was of her. The daughter works for the government and has recently been selected for a very important overseas assignment.

After our session concluded, we chatted about how coaching could help her regain some balance in her life. She said that she had lost herself in the past year. Her work was demanding and she said that she was holding her family together. I asked what happened, and she told me that her mother had died a year ago from breast cancer. I said to her, “You know your mother is very, very proud of you and I think she wants you to know that.” She immediately began to cry, and told me that she had a dream of her mother just the night before, and in that dream her mother said the same thing, that she was very proud of her.

This has happened to me before, but I have never been so powerfully affected by the feeling of unbounded love. For the first time, I actually began to feel the unlimited grace of God’s love. It was there, surrounding both of us. It was palpable and I could feel it.

With the help of some wonderful friends, most notably my dear, wonderful friend Alice Langholt (@ReikiAwakening), I decided it was time to talk to the angels. I could not have done this without Alice’s help and support. She is the one who encouraged me. She is the one who guided me to this point.

The idea of actually talking to angels was extraordinarily difficult for me. I was still harboring the anger, the hurt over the loss of my sister. But, these angels (there are usually four of them by the way) have been hanging around me for some time and for some reason, and I’ve also been burdened with this “gift” for some reason. So, I finally agreed with Alice. It was time for me to get some answers.

How do you get answers? You have to ask the questions. So I did.

I asked my angels why they were bothering me. Why are they here? Were they here to mock me in some way, because I rejected them so many years ago? And then I asked them the most difficult question. I asked my angels why I was given the vision of my sister’s death. What purpose could that possibly have served? After all, I failed in warning her. It was my fault that she went out. If only she had listened to me. If only I had tried harder to persuade her.  If only . . .

Yes, if only.

Here is their answer. They told me that there was nothing that I could have done.  I was given the vision to remind me that I would always be in the loving arms of God’s embrace. I was given the vision to help me keep my sister forever in my heart, to strive to live my life like she would have wanted me live, to grow and contribute and to live life fully; to give back something to the world. She would not be able to make her mark on the world, but I still could.

That was the lesson that I missed 50 years ago. That was the lesson that my anger blinded me from seeing. Yes, if only I had been able to receive that lesson 50 years ago, I would have been able to release my pain and anger. But, it doesn’t matter. You can always move forward. And that is what I have decided to do.

My sister wants me to move on. And she has sent loving angels to help me. That is why these angels are here, looking over me, guiding me, assisting me in everything that I do. They are with me every day, every moment. And they are with you too. They are all around us, everywhere. They are here to help, and to guide. And they are here to answer our questions. We only need to ask them.

I don’t consider myself to be an angel expert. There are many people in the world who are, and I’m not one of them. And I don’t expect to be writing much about angels. But, I have embraced them as a part of my life. I no longer am angered by their presence. I look forward to seeing them every day now. I look forward to asking them more questions. And I look forward to their help for I realize they have helped me to see a greater universe.

Angels are part of who I am. They are part of me. They have helped me understand that I am part of God’s realm.

And if a client asks, I will hopefully find the right words to explain it. I still want to be taken seriously, but I have no qualms about saying that I sometimes get a little extra “help” in my work. It is my angels who help me connect to something higher. It is my angels who guide me and help me hold my clients in God’s loving embrace.

I think my clients will understand. I hope so, because it is true.

Peace to you all.

fred-107x150Fred

Riding The Waves: A Lesson In Overcoming Fear & Going With The Flow

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

wavessmallAnother post I wrote while unplugged from the internet, on vacation in the Outer Banks of North Carolina.

Although I’ve lived in California and Florida for most of my life, not far from a beach, I’ve always been a little uncomfortable in the ocean.  It’s not exactly that I’m scared of the ocean.  I’m a strong swimmer, and I had the good sense never to watch Jaws, but there’s something about being buffeted by the waves, stung by the salt, and brushed upon by sea life that usually keeps me out of the ocean.  This week, though, I spent six days sea- side, and it seemed a shame to leave tomorrow without swimming in the ocean at least once.

Overcoming Fear

So I grabbed a boogie board, strapped on some flippers, and made my way to the shore.  The part I like least about swimming in the ocean is how the waves roll up on you as you’re swimming out.  You can never tell whether they’re going to crash over you or whether you’ll narrowly miss getting swept under or pushed back to shore.  Going out this time was no better.  A few waves crashed over my head, pushing me under and impeding my progress.  My friend Dan, who had been boogie boarding all week, advised that I swim out past the second wave break, which required getting beat up a bit.  But once I made it past the second break, I was rewarded with the silence and peace of a still ocean.

Swimming With Dolphins

DolphinThen, I saw a fin, no further than arms length away from me.  My body froze, and I instantly thought “Shark!”  A split second later, a dolphin leapt into the air and eliminated all fear in me.  A second fin appeared seconds later. I was swimming with dolphins. I have always loved dolphins, their playful curiosity and grinning dolphin smiles.  How can you not be happy when you see a dolphin?  The dolphins approached me, encircling me.  One brushed up against my leg, and any fear I’d had evaporated.  I sent out a thank you prayer, as gratitude washed over me as fully as the waves had.  How close I came to missing out on adding another check mark to bucket list.  (Swim with dolphins- check). I bubbled over.  Had I not overcome my hesitation, I would have missed this experience.

Smooth Sailing or Choppy Waters?

Don’t we all do that sometimes?  We let the waves keep us from experiencing potential joy.  Someone once asked me, if I had a choice, would I live a life of smooth sailing or one with choppy waters.  Did I want to live a still, calm life without many ripples, or would I rather ride the waves, with high highs and low lows.  My ex-husband said he’d choose the smooth sailing, and I was so disappointed in his answer.  Me, I chose the choppy waters.  Smooth sailing sounded boring. I chose adventure.

Now, I’m not so sure. The older I get, the less certain I am.  When you’re in the midst of one of those low lows, smooth sailing sounds awfully appealing and choppy waters seem filled with sharks. But when you’re bobbing up and down with the tides, filled with glee, while two dolphins are swimming around you, the choppy waters seem well worth the risk.

Going With The Flow

Either way, my heart was light as I said goodbye to the dolphins and began kicking on my boogie board, gliding forward and dipping up and down.  Then a wave caught me, drawing me up and crashing down in a rush of surf and sand and salt, and I giggled like a child.  Sure, the ocean still scares me a bit, but sometimes, you just gotta ride the waves.

Better To Have Loved & Lost Or to Have Never Loved At All?

It makes me think of love, which is an awful lot like the ocean.  Is it better to have loved and lost or to have never loved at all?  I say love is worth the waves, even if it means your heart will inevitably break.  What’s the alternative?  Avoiding the ride altogether?  What about you, Pinkies? What do you prefer? Smooth sailing or choppy waters?  High highs and low lows or a steady, even keel life?  Are the highs worth the lows, or would you prefer to sacrifice the highs if it meant avoiding the lows? Is love (and life) worth taking the plunge? Do tell…

Riding high,

Lissa