If you’ve been with me for a while now you know I believe in the power of group mind. Years ago, my wise mentor, Nanna, reminded me of this power when I talked about my concern for a group of people who were suffering.
It’s a beautiful day here in the Northeast with a pale-yellow sun high in the sky and the temperature at a balmy 42 degrees. I’ve just returned from a long walk around the lake, where I spent time contemplating the end of a decade and the start of the New Year.
I love rituals, especially this time of year. Whether we’re getting together with friends, placing candles in the windows, decorating the tree, or putting holly on the mantle, these activities make the holidays feel festive and special.
After my dad died last November, I made a deeper commitment to my own health. Watching him go in and out of hospitals treated by well-intentioned, yet overburdened caregivers, made me vow to do whatever I could to stay out of that system.
On Friday night, my husband Michael and I had dinner with two friends who are healthcare professionals in private practice. During the meal, I asked how their patients were doing given the stressful political climate.
Last year I joined a local Facebook group started by a woman who lives in our small town. Members of the group share local news, offer referrals for home repairs, help find lost pets, and make requests for support.