I’ve come to call it “The Season.” Late spring. Almost everything has bloomed here in Northern California by now, and Mt. Diablo – when we’re
Author: Celenia Delsol
I write, I coach, I counsel and I speak about "A New Normal: Living & Loving Your Life After Loss." This was not by design. This was after experiencing the loss of my son to suicide in 2010, a cancer diagnosis in 2016, my mother's cancer diagnosis in 2017, my sister's ALS diagnosis in the same year. Loss and more loss and more loss. You'd think I would have curled up into a ball or hidden in a cave. And yes, that was appealing for a while with each new calamity. But I am a survivor. Many of us are. I write because it helped me make sense of the absurdity of life, and I share my writing because people let me know that it speaks to them. I write with others because the interaction feeds my mind and heart. I coach and counsel others because I have something of value to offer those who are on their own journey of grief and healing. I speak to inspire others to carry on when life has not been kind. There is no going back to normal when tragedy strikes. There is only moving forward. Into A NEW NORMAL.
Mars Is Not The Answer
I am not one of those moon-landing deniers. I clapped and cheered as I watched Neil Armstrong jump from the lunar module onto the powdery
Morning Rush Hour
Mornings are chaotic, loud, controlled pandemonium. Mom has to get four children ready before the school bus arrives. If we miss the bus, it’s over an
That Damn Pendulum
I recently binge watched the first few episodes of Hulu’s The Handmaid’s Tale. Margaret Atwood’s dystopian novel (on which this bold new mini-series is based) was
Bad Behavior
I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Maybe it’s the recent Bill O’Reilly scandal, or the Bill Cosby revelations before him, or perhaps the
The Taste Of Lonely
[Author’s Note: It was recently National Siblings Day. This is for mine.] I had no idea what lonely tasted like, except perhaps for those first
Recoiling From The “New Normal”
It’s been challenging to write anything “publishable” on this blog since the 2016 presidential election. I’ve vacillated between being in shock and at a loss for words, or
The Write Way
There’s a wrong way and there’s The Write Way. The wrong way is to not do it at all, to allow the Inner Critic to silence your
A New Normal
You may have noticed the new banner on my blog, “A NEW NORMAL.” It occurred to me, after writing for several years about losing my
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part IX: Recovery’s Gifts
RECOVERY – 1) a return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength; 2) the action or process of regaining possession or control of something stolen
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part VIII: Complementary Alternatives
I chose the Western medicine approach to treat my cancer. It’s certainly not the only way and frankly, I’m not convinced it’s the best way. The data
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part VII: Insurance
Weeks after all my treatments ended, I got the bill for my radiation. Just the radiation. Not the tumor surgery, not the multiple scans taken
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