Why Write?

In “Honoring My Life” blog, I acknowledged that I wrote, “Finding My Way From Paralysis To A Rich, Full Life,” to share all that I have learned about natural therapy with a greater audience. After years in private practice, I recognized my reach was limited to the number of people entering my treatment room. Although a memoir, “Finding My Way From Paralysis To A Rich, Full Life” was also written as a therapy guide. Helping others to help themselves has been richly rewarding.

Writing never came easy to me. In fact, throughout my academic career it was my worse subject. Instead of feeling encouraged, I felt criticized. A college professor actually sent me for a hearing test figuring my lack of writing skills must be related to insufficient hearing. After the tests showed normal hearing levels, I approached my professor to reveal the findings. A hat covered his bald head and a shock of white hair protruded from his ears, perhaps an internal reshuffling of follicles. My eyes honed in on his bushy ears as I shouted, “My hearing tests were normal.” It was rather comical in a disturbing sort of way.

Years later, in order for people to better understand Polarity Therapy, the modality that calmed my nervous system, I wrote articles. Initially, my partner Beth assisted me. Beth guided me in the development of a proficient use of the English language. AND, she did it with kindness, patience, and ease. In turn, Beth became my first editor. Eventually, I stopped asking Beth to edit every single word or phrase that I created. However, without her kind nature and her understanding of the written word, I’m not sure any of this would have been possible. Although I acknowledged her in “Finding My Way From Paralysis To A Rich, Full Life” & “One of Eight––my perspective of our brother’s suicide,” I would like to THANK Beth L. Meyer again.

In 1989, my life changed with the suicide of my eldest brother Ronny. Ronny was a character; a person liked by everyone. It was the saddest day of my life when I saw him a few months prior to his death. The Ronny that I knew and loved was so lost. Unfortunately, he couldn’t find his way back in life and on September 22,1989, his departure from this world shook me to the core. When I contemplated taking my own life, I took to writing. With pen and paper in hand, I headed to Morton’s Arboretum to hang out in nature. Perched against a tree, I wrote, and wrote, and wrote. What I learned that autumn day was that journalling is a gift that keeps on giving. Once I finished recording my sorrow, my anger, my loss, I leaned back and cried until my well ran dry. From that day forth, journalling has helped me through countless difficulties. It provides a place to document what I am feeling. To take it from the internal to the external changes everything. I don’t have to worry about how it sounds or if it flows. In fact, that day at Morton’s Arboretum I felt possessed. Once I started writing, I couldn’t stop. Page after page poured forth. Years later, my journal entries assisted my writing, “One of Eight–my perspective of our brother’s suicide” as well as “Finding My Way From Paralysis To A Rich, Full Life.” Quite honestly, writing saved my life.

Why write? Well, you never know where it will lead you. As the woman in Questions & Comments blog stated, “We all have a story.” Sharing is healing. Be well… Nancy T

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** 10 % of the proceeds from “Finding My Way From Paralysis To A Rich, Full Life” benefit the   Christopher & Dana Reeves Foundation.


Questions & Comments

As a virgin to the publishing world, I did a few local book signings to promote my books, One of Eight–my perspective on our brother’s suicide & Finding My Way From Paralysis To A Rich, Full Life.* At one book signing a young woman posed this question: “How did you overcome paralysis?”

Given her interest, I surmised that she had someone in her life who was suffering with paralysis and she was looking for answers to a very complex situation.

After gathering my thoughts, I said, “I never thought of it that way. If my nervous system didn’t kick in, I never would have been able to walk again. I’m not sure you overcome paralysis. It’s really up to your nervous system.” Seemingly in a trance, she nodded. Although she eventually walked on, her question spun in my head for a long time.

Why did fortune shine upon me and not others? Some questions have no answers.

Another woman commented: “Your story was interesting, but you know we all have a story.” This comment took me for a loop. At first, Catholic guilt kicked in;  What makes you think you are “special?” Did others think I was discounting them? Each and every one of us has a story to tell. Yet, according to the Christopher & Dana Reeves Foundation** website, 1.2 million Americans are living with paralysis from spinal cord injury. Thankfully, my cord remained in tact, yet my body had to recover from paralysis. Does that make me special? Perhaps a better word would be unique.

As I wrote in “Emotional Flurry,” if Dr. Rendee, an intern, did not suggest waiting to operate, I have no idea the direction my future would have gone. Had they operated immediately and not waited to see what my nervous system might do, who knows what would have happened? So many things factor into the end result. Living it, however, I questioned everything. Thankfully, ignorance and the desire to reclaim my body yielded a favorable outcome.

At a presentation I led at the Soma Institute in Chicago,“Paralysis is like a BIG eraser. It wipes away all of your muscle memory.” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WnEGwBOfWoY ) Although I wished, hoped, prayer, begged, and bargained, my toe would not move without muscle memory. Believe me, I did all of the above from day one. Simple tasks were impossible.

My god daughter Maggie Claire asked, “So, when you fell did your friends call for help on their cellphones?”

The year was 1982, cellphones were a futuristic reality. I replied, “No honey, two guys ran out of the canyon and found a house where they asked to use the phone. Once they knew help was on the way, they had to wait in the parking lot in order to show the paramedics my location. It took them hours to reach me.”

With her eyes jetting from their sockets, Maggie said, “OH!”

Remember, “Bad decisions make good stories.” ~ author unknown

Be well… Nancy T
** 10 % of the proceeds from “Finding My Way From Paralysis To A Rich, Full Life” benefit the   Christopher & Dana Reeves Foundation.

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Emotional Flurry

Emotions are powerful entities. They can exhaust us or they can push us to do things beyond our imagination. In “Honoring My Life” blog, I mentioned how anger drove me like a run away train. Recently, a friend asked, “How did you get through all of that when you fell?”

“Anger!” Although that answer was flippant, it was accurate.

At Little Grand Canyon, where I fell off the cliff, friends scurried to reach me. When my boyfriend arrived at my side he acknowledged my broken right wrist. I said, “There’s more and it’s bad!” To his credit, he chanted, “You’re going to be OK,” over and over again. Although that sounded good, his sentiment vanished along with my sense of feeling as his hands left my body. The next thing I knew, my ribcage seemed to swell and it was lights out from my chest down.

In my youth, swearing was always a part of my vocabulary. It didn’t go unnoticed by the medical staff. With the application of a body cast to secure a spinal fusion in my upper back I asked how long I’d be laying naked across two metal bars. One bar at my shoulders, the other supporting my pelvis. Dr. Tayob, my head surgeon, provided a timeframe. My spastic body continued to dig into the metal while cold, wet plaster was draped across my skin. I laid there passively. However, when the timer in my head chimed, I swore like a drunken sailor. My surgeon asked, “Is that what they teach you in college?”

“F_ _ _ _ yeah!” What I wanted to say was, let’s trade places and see how you react. The body cast procedure (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUzSLppxHJs) was by far the worst of the worst.That night, I froze as the wet plaster left me chilled to the core. It was a nasty ordeal.

At a university hospital in St. Louis, I had many doctors and interns who influenced my case, at least from my perspective. One said, “Why not wait and see if the swelling in the spine goes down and the paralysis lessens?” Thank you Dr. Rendee. Others endured my wrath. When one intern told me that I would be in a body cast for a year to a year and a half I said, “Get the F_ _ _ _ out of my room.” As you might guess, he and I were not on the best of terms. With no control over anything, my mouth was working overtime. EMOTING became my power.

In Polarity Therapy, anger aligns with the fire element. For me, it fired me up and drove me to recovery. A trail of wounded were left in my wake. To those closest to me, I’ve apologized for my actions. Lor, my mother, weathered the most punches. She said, “You were hurting so I just let it go.”

To the medical professionals, I hope it gave them pause. There were times when they were just “doing their job” but it was at my expense. Although anger may leave many casualties, it is a driving force. In my case, my emotional flurry paid off and I shifted gears to heal. I wanted my life back and no one was going to stand in my way.

It took me years to figure out that swearing was my way of controlling something, anything. When you lose all feeling, fear takes hold and shakes you like a rag doll. Of course, grief played its part as I laid flat on my back for months, staring at the ceiling and wondering, “Will I ever get my life back?”

Emotions, can push you to your limits. It’s not always a bad thing. Honestly, I was angry before I fell off the cliff. Looking back, I can now say that breaking open my heart by falling off a cliff was the best thing I could do for myself. In time, I was able to find more of me and let the rest go. I guess I do have more of my mother in me than I ever imagined. For that, I am so grateful. Be well… Nancy T

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Honoring My Life

In ninety days, I will be in Colorado with my buddy Michael to celebrate 35 years of recovery. When people ask, “How long did it take you to recover after you fell off the cliff?”, I reply, “What day is it?” I’m not being facetious.  I truly feel each day on this Earth is another day for me to be with me, to work on aches, pains, emotions, spiritual links; quite simply, all of life.

Initially, my recovery was intense. Falling 40 feet from a cliff, flipping, and landing on a boulder is no small feat. Truly, the fall was the easy part, it took seconds. Reclaiming all the pieces of me that were scattered amongst the rocks, trees, and foliage has been a process. Of course, those words are analogies for obstacles that got in my way or continue to block me from feeling whole. Much of the time, my own attitude held me back. Anger drove my engine like a run away train down the tracks.

Michael was behind me when I fell, disappearing before his very eyes as I went over the edge of the cliff. He thought he should have, could have, saved me somehow. In 1990, Michael and I reunited and headed to the scene of the crime to relive the day that impacted our lives. Each of us shared our story, our version of what transpired, as a force of nature separated us. Check out the YouTube video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRrRMfYUBSk) that Michael and I made to see the landscape as well as Cliff and Rocky… my boys.

For the next three months, I will be writing solely about my experience and promoting my book, “Finding My Way From Paralysis To A Rich, Full Life.” Why? Because it’s worth it. I’ve spent years recalling my history as well as designing a teaching guide to assemble my memoir. “Finding My Way From Paralysis To A Rich, Full Life” has countless self help tools for people to explore themselves and to learn more about natural therapy. I’m proud of my work because I live it. My intention is to be a teacher, not a preacher.

Not a day goes by that I don’t use some tool or skill that I have learned along my path. In order to reach a greater audience, I created “Finding My Way From Paralysis To A Rich, Full Life.” In this crazy world, natural therapy has a place. Every day I see that more and more.

If you feel intimidated by the therapy world, don’t worry, I was ignorant of natural therapy 30+ years ago. Trust me, you don’t need a degree or constant study to put natural therapeutics to work. You need time, energy, and love for yourself in order for the magic to take hold. Believe me when I say, learning about yourself is your greatest gift and finest asset.

Cheers to nearly 35 years of recovery. It’s been an amazing ride. Be well… Nancy T

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Energy Travel

In my healing arts career, I‘ve learned that I am not a master at moving energy. Even after 30+ years, it is still a practice. Thankfully, I love learning and the opportunity to gather information presents itself often. As of late, my client JC has given me much to explore and assimilate in her bi-weekly sessions. The experience has educated me immeasurably.

First and foremost, JC has displayed how much frequency of sessions matters. Two years ago, JC stepped away from bodywork. In her words: “I knew I’d pay for my long absence.” With the desire to clear past trauma, JC reentered my treatment room. Many lessons followed.

The most recent example came in the form of energy travel. JC recalled twelve years prior. “I had excruciating pain in my right hand. One day the pain traveled up my arm and settled in one spot near my elbow. Eventually, it formed a ganglion.” People encouraged JC to seek medical attention. JC said, “I knew it was my bodies way of encapsulating the pain, to get rid of it. As the ganglion shrank, the pain in my right hand was gone. It’s been pain-free ever since. I feel that happening now with the sessions. This time, we are moving everything in my right leg up behind my knee.”

Medically speaking, when things travel up or into the body it’s frowned upon. In our session, I  suggested JC visualize the pain or energy going down and out her feet.

Chuckling, JC explained, “I can’t do that. I live in a concrete world and I can’t see that.”

I asked, “How do you see it?”

“As a green blob, like gunk gathering pain. ”

I replied, “I’ll follow your vision.”

Although what was happening felt like a contradiction to my teachings, I felt that exploring JC’s green blob may work in her favor. In fact, I continued to work and let nature take its course. Eventually, JC’s right leg was 90% pain-free and the swelling, although not apparent to the naked eye, changed as well. When JC first returned, she felt as though she might be handicapped for the rest of her life. Now, she’s striving to be pain-free.

The body contains numerous energy patterns. Studying energy charts, it is hard to tell one pattern from another as they overlap. By giving JC the chance to explore her body her way, the energy pattern responded in kind. It also showed me that everything is not based on the model. People may see things differently when it comes to how energy travels through their body. Had I persisted with my point of view, I wondered if JC would have responded at all?

JC continues to thank me for helping her. It’s been a real adventure seeing how trauma can and does leave the tissue, given the opportunity. How energy travels may be as unique as the individual. I’ll keep tracking it as situations arise. Be well… Nancy T


I come from a long line of visitors. As a child, my dad took me to visit my grandparents, aunts, uncles and friends. My paternal uncle, Fr. Ron, picked us up on Sunday afternoons to go visiting. With a white plastic collar tucked into his solid black shirt, we knew Fr. Ron was off the clock and it was time to visit relatives as well as friends.

Back in the day, visiting was the way people communicated. “Stopping by” was not frowned upon, it was welcomed. I can picture my mom standing at the stove as my dad and Uncle Jerry had a few beers at the kitchen table. Conversation and preparation went hand in hand.

In my travels, I’ve been fortunate to be welcomed by my friends and family. A former roommate in Las Vegas said, “You sure know lots of people.” I replied, “Yes, mostly along each coast and the midwest, but that’s enough territory for me to cover.”

It is extra special when others visit me in Arizona. Thankfully, I have a traveling family. Some of the kids haven’t made it out, while others have taken the journey without adults in tow. For my 50th birthday, 19 members of my family traveled to Phoenix for the weekend to celebrate ME. I was shocked, amazed, and so happy. I never felt so much love.

For my sister Jan’s 50th birthday I surprised her by showing up in Chicago. As a gift, I placed two envelopes in front of her, one with a 50 dollar bill, the other with an invitation to come to my house for dinner. Initially, her hand rested on one envelope, but at the last minute she moved to the other. A TRIP TO AZ was in the works. Jan, Dale, Lor and a “surprise” visitor, my dad. I was so happy to have a small birthday party for Jan at my home. Jan had said, “Well, it’s not like I don’t see you.” I replied, “Yeah, but I come to your house, I’m glad to have you in mine.”

My brother T and his daughter Lindsey are the latest visitors. In the planning stages, I recognized how much AZ has to offer and how happy I am to share time with my family at my home. That doesn’t happen as often as I’d like, but I am certainly thrilled to share my life, to show others what I see daily.

The other day I learned that my nieces and nephews do visit, they just do it differently. Lindsey explained Snap Chat to me. I knew it involved pictures but never  stories. That’s how they visit. Although I prefer the old fashion way, I was thrilled to hear that the kids share their lives with each other.

When I moved out west to go to school, I quickly realized my good fortune. I have family and friends who want to visit, who share their lives with me and who allow me to share mine. Visiting is not overrated. In my view, it is the greatest gift of all. Sharing time in my home is something I value and I am happy to have had the opportunity to be welcomed by so many near and far. I appreciate all of you. Be well… NMT


The first time I felt hope in a big way was in the back of an ambulance in 1982. I had just fallen off a cliff.* When my body did not respond to my pleas to move so that the boulder stabbing me in the back would stop causing me pain, I felt hopeless. While being rescued a female paramedic shared her history. She had broken her back and she was out saving lives. As the ambulance sped away, hope trickled into my veins. A glimmer of hope twinkled in my mind. I knew, if she could do it, I could do it. There was hope.

As a birthday gift to myself, I started the Oprah-Chopra 21day meditation** on April 10, 2017. Deepak Chopra has been in my life since 1987. His voice, his essence, his spirit resonate with me. I hear what he has to share. Therefore, the Hope meditation became my morning ritual. In the evening, I listened again, taking notes. It had a powerful healing presence in my life. The meditation allowed me to be present, which is what I needed after living abroad for months. To treasure what was right in front of me; that gave me hope for where I am, what I am doing, and how to be better for myself in this life.

At first, I thought hope was arbitrary. To grasp a better understanding of the word, the concept, the presence of hope, I looked it up in the dictionary. Hope is the feeling of trust. That description resonated with me. To trust myself, to trust my gut, to trust in life. Each day, the meditation helped me to understand hope on a different level,  to see the world in a better light, to know that it’s always there no matter the circumstances. Living in hope is trusting what I feel. Hope helped me to release wounds from the past, and get to know more about me in the present moment.

Meditation provides a focal point, words, and actions that assist me. It calms me down when life starts to speed up. A few Hope meditation gems:

Flex your choice muscle.

Get comfortable in uncomfortable spaces.

When uncomfortable ask: What is life showing me?

Overcoming conventional thinking is how new possibilities emerge.

View yourself as open and welcoming.

Be willing to live NOW.

The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is to celebrate and praise.

Swim with the flow of life, not against the current.

Success is getting to the point where you are absolutely comfortable with yourself.

To live a compassionate life is to see others as you.

Life is constantly in a state of renewal.

I accept where I am.

Are you dimming someone’s light by putting on them what you want?

Be a light onto yourself. ~ Buddha

We see the world through our inner child’s eyes.

Tap into the innocence to release the past.

Look at what you see in others and see how it reflects in yourself.

Life is better when you share it.

Listen for the signals, the whispers to guide you.

Forgiveness ~ Giving up the hope that the past could have been different.

To slow time, take a breath.

Living in the light all the time is Enlightenment.

We can embody the energy we wish to experience.

Everything in the world is showing up to show us who we are and who we choose to be.

I hope you enjoyed the meditations and that you connect more to yourself and the world each and every day. Be well… Nancy T

** Oprah-Chopra 21 Day Meditation: https://chopracentermeditation.com/experience