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So excited to be offering a free meditation for caregivers at Creative Wellness in East Aurora. The guided meditation will be at 7:00pm on Tuesday, January 30th.
Restorative Guided Meditation For Caregivers
Tuesday January 30th
Tuesday March 6th
Tuesday April 10th
Tuesday May 15th
Led by Tobi Stewart
Caregiver burnout is defined as, “a state of physical, emotional, and mental exhaustion. Caregivers who are burned out may experience fatigue, stress, anxiety, and depression.”
An effective antidote to caregiver burnout is meditation. Meditation is proven to reduce stress, control anxiety, and promote emotional health.
Come to a guided meditation, in a supportive circle, to soothe caregiver burnout and replenish your spirit. The Creative Wellness Meditation Room is a beautiful, serene space where you will be led in a restorative meditation by Tobi Stewart, a certified meditation teacher and caregiver stress relief expert.
What a blessing to be invited to attend an event where we are not judged, but accepted. Autism is just another crayon in the crayon box of humanity. It is a beautiful thing when accommodations are made and all people are welcomed.
Come join & have some holiday fun.
My morning ritual consists of lighting a candle. I’ve done this for years now. Some mornings I do yoga and meditate prior to this. Some days its just meditation. Some days its a struggle to make a cup of tea and not fall over from fatigue.
Every day is different, but the candle remains constant.
My paternal grandmother was born Mary Margaret Murphy to an affluent hotel owner in Quebec. She and her two sisters had music and French lessons. They went to private schools and wore fur coats. Her life was somewhat idyllic until she married my Grandfather.
I’m not throwing you under the bus Grandpa, but serving in World War 2 left you scarred in more ways than one. Life with you wasn’t easy until you quit drinking. There were difficult years.
My Grandmother was an optimist. She was a survivor, a gifted musician, and an empath. She loved quotes and words the way that I do. To this day I still find her notations and quotes inside of sheet music and notebooks.
One of her favorite expressions was that “It is better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.” This is an incantation she used again and again to illuminate a positive path.
It is the incantation I recite every day when I strike the match that lights my morning candle. My prayers, intention settings, and practices may change but the quote is a constant. It is how I have chosen to live.
Where there is darkness let me be light.
Through no power of my own I open myself up to be a conduit of the light of the universe. Call it source. Call it Jesus. Call it what you want to. Call on it and it will replenish your soul and heal you.
You can bemoan your fate and circumstances all day long. Or you can decide to do one small kind act toward yourself or another. Think of how one small candle can pour warmth and light into a void.
Be gentle with yourself today. If you string enough of those days together, lighting a candle for your own self-care and wellness, someday in the future you will find that you will be that candle for someone else.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it. – John 1:5
Happy Winter Solstice. Merry Christmas.
Next RPM Southtown’s Support Group is Wednesday the 18th at The Comfort Zone Cafe in Hamburg.
I am so invigorated to share!!!
It is the story of one of the first non-speaking autistics to ever graduate from college. DJ Saverese, the protagonist of the film, was there.
I got to watch the movies with my three heroes: Jim, Lisa & Philip!
Philip asked DJ via his iPad how he was able to combat his anxiety. Anxiety is such an issue for many autistics. DJ answered, “MEDITATION, exercise, and loving yourself.”
WOW! What an inspiration you are to me DJ. I will continue helping my girl with RPM and I will continue deepening my meditation practice.
It’s just all perfectly connected.
I heard my first cicada today. Deep summer is soon to set in.
I’m trying to make memories every day for this tribe. I’m trying to pay attention. It will still go by so fast because there is no freezing moments.
Maybe that’s why we all like to take pictures so much. We post. We invite others in. “Come & stay awhile in this beautiful moment. You weren’t here, but I wanted to share it with you!” Perhaps the pace we are forced to keep with has us all desperate to hold on to time.
Gratitude is a practice I started many years ago when I was newly married and living in a city where I knew very few people. Keeping a gratitude journal was a thing then and I really loved it.
I try now in earnest to connect with my little family each night and to talk about the things we are grateful for.
I am immensely grateful every day that this is the summer B. and I have begun reading poetry together. Thanks to RPM this is the summer B. has begun to write poetry.
B. writes poetry.
It’s painstaking still, but it’s happening.
That is a miracle that only the parent or caregiver of a non-speaking child could ever truly understand.
I have known her and valued her through this silent journey, but for her to be able to share gives her a joy I could never buy, beg, borrow, or steal. (Believe me, if it was the hope diamond I would have found a way…)
Each day we show up and we learn and grow together. With prayer, meditation, and our letter boards.
Her sister is her illustrator. The collaboration has begun.
Gratitude makes my summers wider, bigger, and more mine. I’m grateful for all of you. Those who are in my daily life supporting me and those of you who I will never meet who are out there walking a similar path. I promised I’d build you a bridge. You are why this incredibly private person decided to share. Your energy buoys me. A picture can’t hold it, but my heart can.
if there is a picture that could somehow reflect the love and gratitude I have in my heart, on this beautiful summer day, Read More
Getting together resources for disability parents. Contemplative practices ARE accessible to you!
RPM support group coming to the south towns this month!
Good things coming.
Jim and I celebrated our anniversary a few weeks ago with a beautiful trip to Niagara-On-The-Lake. So it was a delight when my brother watched the girls to let us have a late dinner together on the actual day.
We decided to take a walk down the alleyway where the venue of our reception used to be. The restaurant is no longer there, but this beautiful wall mural still is.
I can tell you it was pretty magical. I felt all the spirits with us in that alleyway. Not ghosts. Guides. We are supported and loved by so many who have crossed over to the other side. For a moment under that crescent moon the veil parted.
They are with us. Nothing is lost. Love continues.
Go to your sacred spaces. Pray. They are listening. Whether you believe in an after life, angels, saints, or a current of light and love in the universe. Believe that you have guidance available to you. Love is an energy that exists outside of the confines of time.
Believe that you can ask.
I wish you light,
There is a little woman in Austin, Texas who has the heart of a lion. She is the strong person who would not quit until she unlocked the gorgeous mind of her son, Tito. Tito was a non-speaking autistic that had a treasure trove of wisdom locked within him. His mother Soma developed RPM. (Rapid Prompting Method)
RPM is what gave voice to my daughter.
I believe RPM is to a non-speaking autistic as sign language is to a deaf person. I believe a letter board is as crucial as a wheelchair.
I know non-speaking autistics are bright people locked inside bodies that won’t obey them. I know we must respect and celebrate their diversity.
The path to get to these beliefs and knowledge was a 5 year journey. I am not so pompous or self-congratulatory as to tell you this was easy. I will tell you that there was an ember inside of me that believed in my daughter. This ember has gown into a burning fire. This fire has obliterated doctors, teachers, and therapists who preached a litany of pessimism.
I am an advocate. I am a mother.
I thank God every day for Soma.
I thank Soma every day for being so brilliant.
I thank my daughter every day for being the strongest person I will ever know. Read More
We found RPM a little over a year ago. Philip Reyes is the messenger God used to bring me this good news. My Uncle Kevin who is one of the most kind people I know handed me a section of our Buffalo News. “Tobi, the boy who wrote this has autism. They say he is non-verbal and communicates with a letter board.”
As I read Philip’s words I remembered googling RPM once before. I had been reading about how many autistics really loved and connected with transcendental meditation. One such young man in a television interview was communicating with his mother through a letter board. Joey and Roberta Lowenstein were featured on The David Lynch Foundation web site.
When God knocks on my door sometimes it takes me awhile to answer. Now He was shaking the windows. I couldn’t deny that these three letters, “RPM” had flashing red lights attached to them in my soul.
When B. was first diagnosed with autism I would lie on the couch in a panic. I’d feel like screaming, “She is in trouble! My baby needs help! Why aren’t we calling an ambulance????”
Philip Reyes would be our ambulance driver metaphorically speaking. Instead of a hospital his words would lead us to a school. Thanks to him and his mother we would find Soma and HALO.