
Picture: thanks to FotoSearch.com
Article: How Meditation May Change the Brain: http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/01/28/how-meditation-may-change-the-brain/
Welcome! I am Angie B. Prince, child of God, wife of Tommy, mother of 3, Grief and Trauma Life Coach, Psychotherapist, and Mother Grieving. On 8/2/2006, our precious 19-yr-old daughter Merry Katherine was killed along w/ 2 other teens via vehicular manslaughter. Here I share as we agonizingly process our grief and trauma. Email: MotherGrieving(at)gmail(dot)com. Coaching (Tommy or Angie): Call 865-548-4four3four / Counseling (Angie in TN) 865-604-9nine9two. I pray God will minister to you here.
Blessed Christmas! Spending Christmas without Merry There are no halls decked with holly There are no peop...
He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart.
Isaiah 40:11b

Friday's Faith
Meditation
The Lord Comes Down...
The Lord comes down
Into my heart;
His Spirit comes 'roun
His peace to impart.
He lifts my face
To see His eyes;
When we embrace,
My heart complies.

The Lord comes down
Into my heart;
His Spirit comes 'roun
His peace to impart.
He puts my hand
On tomb-stone ajar,

Holds out Love's hand,
I feel Love's scar.
My tears fall down,
His arms surround.

The Lord comes down
Into my heart;
His Spirit comes 'roun
His peace to impart.
Inside the tomb
I smell spice scents ~
Mother of His womb
Brought frankincense,
His body to glove
With her tears of love.

The Lord comes down
Into my heart;
His Spirit comes 'roun
His peace to impart.
He gives me a glimpse
Through Heaven's gates;
I catch a glimpse
Of my sweet child's face ~
Such peace therein
On her smiling face...
I breathe a sigh within
For His amazing grace.

The Lord comes down
Into my heart;
His Spirit comes 'roun
His peace to impart.
I hear the songs
The angels sing
As my heart longs
For my flight on wing...
Such joy untold
Does fill my soul,
His peace does fill
This hole in my soul.

The Lord comes down
Into my heart;
His Spirit comes 'roun
His peace to impart.
As He leans down,
I kiss His face;
As His tears flow down,
His love I taste.
His sacrifice of Love,
He asks me to embrace;
As my tears o'erflow,
Love's tears interlace.

The Lord comes down
Into my heart;
His Spirit comes 'roun
His peace to impart.
Then Love ascends
To Abba's embrace;
Such peace within
As I see Their face...
Love's sacrifice, Love knows ~
To me, Their Love o'erflows:
Feeling Their tears upon my face

As Father, Son, Spirit
~ me --Their child-- embrace;
To endure Love's hurt,
They fill my heart with grace.
The Lord comes down
Into my heart;
His Spirit comes 'roun
His peace to impart.

~ ~ ~
Let the words of my mouth
and the meditation of my heart
be acceptable in Thy sight,
O Lord my strength, and my Redeemer.
Amen.
~Psalm 19:14


Portrait of Jesus, "Prince of Peace" was the first picture of Jesus painted by Akiane Kramarik when she was only 8 years old!
An interesting story: Little Colton Burpo at age 4 had a near-death experience in which he went to Heaven and saw Jesus; his father wrote the New York Times #1 bestseller in non-fiction paperbacks, Heaven is for Real in which he captured some of Colton's amazing experiences in Heaven. (It is a very inspiring book for us child-loss grievers ~ although it is not a "grief" book, it has ministered to us grieving mothers more than any other grief book out there (according to observations from The Compassionate Friends, USA informal polling).
So, anyway, Colton's parents held up every picture of Jesus they could find (Colton's dad is a pastor) after Colton's visit to Heaven, but Colton had said "No" to every one of them, saying they did not resemble Jesus as he saw and remembered Him. Later, Colton's parents were told about the child prodigy Akiane Kramarik, and that she had painted a picture of Jesus. When they found the picture and showed it to Colton, he just very matter-of-factly said, "That's Him!"
Akiane's mother was Athiest, her father a lapsed Catholic when Akiane began having "divinely inspired visions" after which she began translating into poetry and art. By age four, Akiane was painting and writing poetry. She has appeared on CNN, World News Tonight, and the Oprah Winfrey Show. Akiane too has a book entitled Akiane; I have the book, and it is very inspiring. It has many of her poems and many of her paintings, including this "Prince of Peace."
Other pictures, thanks to turnbacktogod.com

Thursday's Therapy
TRAUMA Therapy Toolbox
Guided Imagery:
Why Psychotherapy's "Talking Cure" Doesn't Always Work
in Child-Loss Grief and Trauma
~Belleruth Naparstek
with A Guided Imagery Sample
Rebalancing Biochemistry
Trauma survivors experience extreme swings in their biochemistry, from the jolts of cortisol, epinephrine, and norepinephrine that accompany flashbacks, nightmares, and intrusive memories, to the body's built in pharmacy of relaxants and endogenous opioids. Most of the time the body rebalances on its own after a traumatic event, returning to normal homeostatic business as usual within a few weeks or months.
Most people, however, experience at least several weeks immediately following a traumatic event when their systems are stressed and out of balance, and when cortisol levels are significantly, abnormally elevated. This is the biochemical counterpart to feeling
Should these symptoms become chronic over several years, the survivor runs the paradoxical risk of then chronically underproducing cortisol, with depressed levels that are punctuated now and then by occasional alarm states that shoot it through the roof. Suppressed cortisol is usually associated with
When chronically dysregulated stress hormones infuse the bloodstream for an extended period of time, they can wear away
The Right-Brain Connection
Brain development expert Bruce Perry has studied how a traumatized brain is compelled to train its focus away from language and verbal content, and to fix instead on nonverbal danger cues--
searching for threat-related information.
Cognition and behavior are mediated by the more primitive parts of the brain--the brain stem and midbrain--at the expense of abstract thinking and the absorption of language and ideas.
Only when sufficiently calmed can attention be focused on ideas and the meaning of words.
This is why interventions that are based on a strictly cognitive, problem-solving approach cannot impact terror-driven behavior.
The primitive brain and midbrain cannot process cognitive solutions aimed at the higher cortical functions.
But imagery, with its
can settle down hypervigilant brain functioning and allow the higher brain to get back to doing its job.
~Bellaruth Naparstek, excerpts from
Invisible Heroes: Survivors of Trauma and How They Heal
*****
Below is an example of guided imagery by the renowned trauma expert Belleruth Naparstek for you to experience the impact of relaxing, meditating, and imagining sweet healing thoughts that are guided by a very gentle voice of a well-trained trauma therapist. May it bring you some peace today:

Wednesday's Woe
Welcome to the
Roller Coaster of Grief
So what was this dream all about?
It is quite a dilemma, for our bills keep rolling in, for ~ grief, or no grief ~ my bills don't seem to care.
"A Guided Meditation for Healing Trauma (PTSD)" by Belleruth Naparstek.
...But by this afternoon, I end up writing this poem where I am the one being washed out to sea! ...Welcome to the Roller Coaster of Grief!
Swept Out to Sea
Father, I cannot go this all alone...
My grief grows heavier day by day;
Sometimes its straps cut down to the bone,
Slicing into me amidst work or play...
Please come and lift my heavy load for me ~
Help me to bear it as it bears on me,
Weighting me down, pulling me out to sea,
Left to survive...though flailing I be...
You've left me here ~ now, how do I live,
My energies depleted, riv'n within ~
How do I work, to others comfort give,
Grappling with death dumped from Satan's Den?
Cut from life's moorings, I'm swept out to sea...
Lost in grief's tempest, my tears fill the sea.
Blinded by death's darkness, my way I can't see.
God who splits seas asunder,
Please rescue me,
Still grief's waves to a whisper,
Hush the waves of my sea,
I cannot navigate my child-loss grief,
Except by Thee!