I’ve forgotten how to post pics… sharing the start of my calligraphy journey…

Let’s see if I can get this again… supposedly just point and click, right?!?

The start of my calligraphy journey:

2/11/16: New toys… slowly by slowly, one piece at a time, I received all my goodies except for the darn ink… so needless to say, I’m anxiously awaiting my ink when I took this pic:

new toys

2/12/16: Ink arrived!!! Here’s a pic of my cool setup before writing, my shaken ink (tip: DON’T.SHAKE.INK), and my first attempt at writing using my new dip pen:the setupshaken inkfirst attempt

2/13/16: By request of my kids, I wrote their names and experimented with some Tombows and my water brush pen for color:

family

2/13/16: Some Saturday fun with various pens and letter styles:

saturday experimenting

Then life got in the way for a week… did the Great Aloha Run (more like the Great Aloha Walk – 8.15 miles of w.a.l.k.i.n.g.) and then got sick.

2/22/16: Used a guide and attempted to copy some Copperplate letters for the first time:

first guide

So there you have it… not only am I starting a new adventure with calligraphy but I’m back to blogging!

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MIA but I’m baaack!!!

So… I believe I’ve been MIA for waaay too long. As usual, life got in the way, kids, work, blah, blah, blah. Excuses, excuses. Well, I’m baaack!!!

I’ve currently been OBSESSED (can you say O.B.S.E.S.S.E.D.) with calligraphy and lettering and can’t get enough of it! Talk about an addiction to Instagram and Periscope! Maybe I’ll make a collage of what I’ve done so far and then use this blog again to post my journey. I’m home sick today so I figured I might as well be creative as only my throat, nose, head, and body are sick.

I need to get reoriented to WordPress (I’m embarrassed to admit that it took me some time to figure out how to login… scoured my blog looking for a “login” button). Then I’ll post some pics of my work. I’m so grateful that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting some incredibly inspiring artists/people on Periscope and am pumped to learn and master the art of calligraphy!

Here we go, again!!!

a to z: m is for (sexy) meraki mom

imageEarlier today, I started composing my “M” post for the A to Z Challenge. Long story (kinda) short, I decided to change my “m is for my many mom modes” post to “m is for (sexy) meraki mom” to document this afternoon’s events and tie in with today’s Daily Prompt of my idea of “sexy.”

this afternoon…

I ended up taking a co-worker and dear friend over to Urgent Care due to heaviness in the chest, numb cheeks/lips, numb hands, and elevated blood pressure. After a few pep talks (social support), a neck massage (physical relief), taking her outside to sit on the grass under a tree and soak up some rays (change of scenery), multiple blood pressure checks (symptom evaluation), stroke assessment (to rule out CVA), buying her water and some aspirin to take just in case it was a minor TIA/CVA (hydration and blood thinner), and texting her husband, I consulted with some other co-workers and I decided to take her in to seek medical advice just to be on the safe side (against her full consent, although I’ve known her for 3-1/2 years and I know she was just trying to be strong… and stubborn). Turns out, it was possibly just anxiety, although both my friend and I are not totally convinced of the diagnosis.

meraki = sexy

Meraki essentially is putting all of yourself into whatever you choose to do. I’ve been called “intense” many times before. I don’t see myself as intense, per se, but I may come off as intense because I practice meraki. Today during my friend’s episode, I pulled together my many hats (friend, former boss, Speech-Language Pathologist, Licensed Massage Therapist, Mom, etc.) and took action. I can say with 100% certainty that my confidence as a person has exponentially grown since becoming a Mom. When I am in this mode, I feel “sexy.”

To me, “sexy” doesn’t have anything to do with clothes or body shape or how one moves. Sexy has everything to do with confidence. And strength. And totally immersing oneself into something that makes all time and space and environment disappear.

sexy = meraki + mom = me… but don’t call me “sexy” unless you wanna get punched

However, unlike the algebraic transitive property of equality, sexy does NOT equal Liane, nor does Liane equal sexy. Don’t call me “sexy” unless you wanna get punched. Really.

 

  • A to Z Challenge: M
  • Daily Prompt: You Sexy Thing – Tell us about your best confidence outfit. Don’t leave out the shoes or the perfect accessories.

 

daily prompt: singing the blues

I was in the process of composing this post (dementia + cancer = hearing the diagnosis for the first time (again)) when I discovered that it fits with today’s daily prompt: We all feel down from time to time. How do you combat the blues? What’s one tip you can share with others that always helps to lift your spirits?

Here’s my advice (with a story to preface it)…

I’m currently working with a patient who has moderate-severe dementia. Although Speech-Language Pathologists “treat” dementia, I’m working with him to improve his weak swallow. I touch upon cognitive tasks but it’s not my focus as he was referred for swallow therapy. Impaired swallowing is so dangerous in that it can lead to aspiration pneumonia (lungs fill with fluid and bacteria due to food/liquid/secretions going into the airway instead of the stomach) which can be life threatening. It also decreases one’s quality of life. Two weeks ago, I noticed a decline in his overall affect…increased lethargy, increased fatigue, delayed processing, and decreased cognition. I spent one week away for Spring Break and upon my return, I noticed his skin looked drier and he looked frailer, like he had lost a few pounds. After our session, his caregiver delivered the news…his previously localized lung cancer was probably spreading. And they have elected comfort measures only, which means no more testing and no more treatment.

Even more heart wrenching than the news itself was my patient’s reaction to the news. He slowly looked up at us and the one word he uttered pierced me straight in the heart… “Cancer?!?” I positioned myself behind my patient and mouthed to his caregiver, “He doesn’t know?” with this look of utter shock on my face.

Due to his dementia, my patient seemed to not remember the cancer diagnosis he received back in 2009. So hearing this news was like hearing it for the first time (again).

The look on his face changed from questioning to confusion to disbelief to fear. His caregiver consoled him, “You’re okay.” I rubbed his back.

I will never forget the level of emotion I felt in those few minutes. As a seasoned Speech-Language Pathologist (going on 11 years),  empathy and compassion are second nature. My heightened level of awareness and observational skills contribute to my ability to determine when something isn’t right. I’ve also been around death and dying. But this moment was one I had never experienced before and it left a lasting impression on me.

Today’s daily prompt asks how we combat the blues and asks for a tip to share that always lifts our spirits. As a therapist, I’m exposed to a lot of good and a lot of celebrations… but along with the good comes some not so good. One could feel emotionally drained from the daily exposure to pain, disability, hardship, disease, frustration, death, etc. Or one could learn from it and be humbled by it and realize that there are other people out there who would give anything to have what we have. The “small” things that can sometimes drag me down are really nothing compared to the medically complex diagnoses some of my patients are dealing with. I can be a source of joy for them, someone they look forward to seeing, someone who listens, someone who understands, and someone who genuinely cares, wants to help, and hopefully does help.

However, little do my patients know that what they give to me is so much more valuable than what I give to them. I am the privileged one they are allowing into their lives.  Among a list of things, they teach me gratitude and grace, they teach me perspective, and they humble me to the point of realizing that my own blues are actually blessings I should be cherishing as they indicate a “normal” life. Each and every time I interact with my patients, my spirits are lifted.

The amazing thing is that you don’t have to be a therapist to experience this spirit lifting. You just need to be a compassionate human being. And if you feel you don’t quite know how to be one yet, just being around others and listening to their stories and allowing yourself to be humbled by them should be enough to start putting everything into perspective. Even if you’re not the social type, reading blogs and watching the news will expose you to others who are in more desperate situations than yourself.

Oh, and on a high note and as an upside to moderate-severe dementia… when I saw my patient yesterday again (after the heart wrenching experience two days prior), he was back to his “normal” self again. No cancer confusion. No cancer disbelief. No cancer fear. Just my patient being present in the moment, laughing (again) at the mouth exercises I was reviewing with him (again) as if it were the first time he was seeing them (again).

daily prompt: singing the blues

to the real bullies of the world (mom bloggers)

Perfect post re: blogging mothers + insensitivity = judgmental bullies. I was never as aware as I am about sensitive issues/choices and opinions prior to becoming a Mom. As Mothers, our parenting choices are constantly under scrutiny. As we research and attempt to validate our choices, the more opinionated and confused we become. Instead of believing in ourselves and supporting each other, we either ignore those whose choices are unwavering (for being so black and white) or fall into a circular pattern of confusion by experimenting with everything that everyone else is doing. We need to trust that we know what’s best for our families and support each other during this journey.

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You are part of a blogging community that rivals, if not exceeds, the size of my own: indie authors. I’m not going to lie and pretend that I make a point of reading very many parenting blogs. If I happen to know the author, or there’s a really interesting hook, I’ll devote the time to it. But I’m not a mom, and I don’t plan on ever becoming one.

“So what?” you might reasonably ask. “You aren’t a lot of things, but I’ll bet you still read about them.”

While I’m not entirely certain I’m comfortable with you arguing with me on my own blog, it’s a fair point.

But I have another reason for avoiding most mom-themed blogs: They tend to be overly judgmental. Bear in mind, that this is a newspaper editor and wanna-be indie author saying this. I’m…

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the power of being a guest contributor

photo taken by and posted with permission from Liane's friend, Melissa

photo taken by and posted with permission from Liane’s friend, Melissa

A couple of months ago, my Facebook profile picture (cake at left) appealed to one of my friends, leading her to ask if I’d like to be a guest contributor on her blog, Holoholo Girls.  Unbeknownst to her (and pretty much myself too, as I had only just begun to scratch the surface of this blogging world), I had my own blog and a New Years Resolution to join this world of blogging.

Being asked to be a guest contributor of a reputable and thriving blog was truly an honor and THE driving force behind going beyond just creating this blog and actually writing posts, the heartbeats of this blog.

I’m not fully versed in the etiquette of this blogging world yet, but I’d like to thank Carolina and Kainoa over at Holoholo Girls for including me in their lives and for not only helping me maneuver my first guest post, but for really giving me the priceless push I needed to begin this journey as a blogger.

I’d encourage you to visit Holoholo Girls.  Stay a while and engulf yourselves in the lives of these amazing wāhine (women) on the go.

Oh, and while you’re there, check out my new beginnings post too!