Dancing Her Jig With Glee

Dancing Her Jig With Glee
I don’t know which surprises me more: who I was or who I’ve become. The Nancy of Today has always been with me. She has sat center stage with my psyche. She has also enjoyed playing a masterful game of hide-and-seek. She has skipped, frolicked, and darted throughout my yesteryears. While she hadn’t fully introduced herself yet, unbeknownst to me, her role was far more significant than an Alfred Hitchcock cameo appearance. The shadow of her fingerprints are distinct when viewing reels of home movies. A grand entrance was never her style. She infiltrated gradually, almost indistinguishably, leisurely taking the reins to run the show. Once she shimmied into supremacy, I was dancing her jig with glee!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C

Get Back To Health 4 Life!

I gave a presentation on stress reduction to a small group of cancer survivors at the downtown YMCA yesterday. The presentation was included in their LiveStrong program. It went great. There was a lot of positive feedback afterward. I was told my presentation was eye opening, great information, and they could feel my passion!

I am speaking throughout the DFW area. Let me know if you’d like to schedule a presentation for one of your networking/social groups or employee wellness programs. Let’s all put the LIFE back in our style and get Back To Health 4 Life!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed.
Certified Health Coach

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My Life Is Worth Saving!

Sometimes, out of nowhere, tears flood my eyes. They sneak in as an unexpected guest. They cannot be denied or ignored. Behind them, can be a whole array of emotions lurking about: happiness, sadness, desperation, strength, love, pure gratitude, or a kaleidoscope of them all. There are times, when they are derived from guilt and confusion. We all know others who have passed into another world. All of us wonder why we are here. As survivors, we have all pondered the question, “Why am I blessed with the chance to beat this disease when others have not?”

In my case, the personal circumstance which leaves me pondering is that I don’t have children, and this vicious killer has taken mothers with young children who desperately needed their guidance. My sister-in-law battled a great fight. She was a warrior. Yet my nephews and niece still lost their Mom at a time in their lives when they needed her the most, when they were searching for love and stability in the midst of their delicate youth. Her fatality left them struggling to figure out who they were without her. A friend of mine had four young children, yet she still had to lay down her sword and rise above, while her kids were left with a hole in their hearts and their psyches.

There is no rhyme nor reason that our minds can grasp onto where a grief of such magnitude makes any sense. Loss and confusion can wrap around our entire beings, suffocating our every breath. We have to have faith in something bigger than us to move forward. We have to believe that there is a plan Greater than – and beyond – our comprehension.

While I believe I inspire others and have a great positive influence on this world, there is nothing like the influence a mother has on her kids. In moments like these, I have to lay my trust completely in the Universe. I know I have a purpose greater than me; and I have not fulfilled it yet. I still have work to do. I know I can help more people being alive than dead. Having had children or not, my life is worth saving! Yours is too, regardless of the circumstances we perceive in our human minds.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed, C.H.C.
May 17, 2014

Forging My Own Byway

Forging My Own Byway

Thoughts.
Feelings.
Spinning.
Running into each other.
No way out.

All the words.
All the poems.
Weave together.
A web of dichotomy.
Faith. Confusion.
Strength. Despair.
Power. Exhaustion.
Belief. Uncertainty.

An EVERY day focus.
Laser point precision.
Moving in a singular direction.
Walking for miles.
Yet staying in same place.
Wings fervently flapping,
straining to take flight.
The ground not letting go.

My compass needle
spiraling out-of-control.
Its magnetic field
has gone haywire.

Struggling to decipher
a jigsaw puzzle.
Mismatched pieces.
Scattered.
Everywhere.

Anxiety. Anguish.
Butterflies
morphing into Dragons.
Living. Breathing.
Taking residence.
Complete possession.

Terrain crumbling,
beneath my feet.
Only traces of dust remain.
I shudder.
Staggering on the tightrope.
Pivoting on tip toes.
Teeter-tottering.

Recalibrate.
Adjust my feathers.
Navigate a new path.
My hand quivers
as I attempt to draw a line
in the collapsing sand.

A multi-dimensional,
treasure map.
Perpetually changing.
Fluctuating at every turn.
Detours throughout
my pilgrimage.
Deviating from
the trampled road.
Detaching from
the gridlock.

Forging my own byway.
Others feeding me
converging directions
Muting the roar.
Inside out.
Outside in.

Fearful.
Unsettled.
Dreaming
for an epiphany.
20/20 Foresight.
I’m blinded.
Close my eyes.
Jump.
Believe!
Freefall.
Trust!

Plunge
through the darkness.
Locate
the shaft of illumination.
Take my hand
and show me the way.
Lead me to Life!
Living. Breathing. Loving.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.
May 16-17, 2014
Poem #386

Ascending From The Ashes

As many of you know, I get my blood tested in Greece. They have test there that we don’t have here. It measures circulating cancer stem cells in the blood stream. These are the cells that look to find a place attach and create their own blood supply, i.e. cause recurrences. I’ve been getting my blood tested since April 2012. I just recently got another done. While my numbers dropped from last time, they are still way higher than desired. We want my numbers <2. The results I’ve had from my first test to now are as follows: 6.3, 6.1, 5.8, 6.4, 6.1.

Ascending From The Ashes

I. Am. A. Warrior.
I can never
lay down my sword.
Yet
I hoped and prayed,
I could relax my stance.
Put my blade
back in its sheath.

No can do.
The enemy
is still circulating.
Troops lurking about.
Combat operations
being developed.
Ready to ambush.
Wanting to siege.
Almost imperceivable.

The most recent
glimpse of their
battle plan
has left me
disheartened.

My amour is secure.
In the light of day,
my smile is in place,
acting as a shield.
My thoughts swing
on rainbows and sunshine.

Quiet moments alone
bring the beast
to the forefront.
Tears of dismay
burn my eyes.
Blinding me.

On my knees,
fervently
flapping my feathers
with all the moxie
I can muster.
Cemented
in quicksand.
Struggling
to take flight.

Again.
And.
Again.
Endlessly.

Fear.
Anxiety.
Become my companions.
They follow me.
They barge into my head
and rant on
incessantly.

Their voices
attempt to devour
my every thought.
I rein them in.
Holding tightly upon the rope.
Giving them no slack.
Keeping them
rooted by my side.

Directing my thoughts
out of the abyss.
Running a positive loop
to penetrate
and overpower
their relentless
shrieking.

Struggling to shift
the teeter totter
from Discouragement
to
Pure Determination.

My Spirit Rises.
Prevails.
Squirms away
from those masqueraded comrades.

I ascend
from the ashes
to the other side.
Befriending
Hope.
Trust.
Belief.
They become
my beloved playmates!

They hold my hand
as I turn my back on the chasm
and skip toward the radiant,
panoramic landscape.

Together, we will create
new strategies.
Our forces are stronger
than theirs.
I will out maneuver them.
They. Cannot. Touch. Me.
Deep inside me,
the power is unlimited.

I.
Will.
Walk.
Through.
This.
Fire.
I believe.
I know.
I. Will. Survive.
Conquer.
Thrive.
Flourish.
Spread my wings.
Soar.
I.
Will.
Heal.
This.
Land.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed.
Certified Health Coach
May 1 – 3, 2014
Poem #385

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