Posts Tagged ‘brain injury’

2018: Language, Learning and Lyme

On February 13th, I wrote about learning a new language and reclaiming both physical and metaphorical roots. What an interesting and transformative few weeks I’ve had! Things continue to progress and refine, so I thought I’d share a little update. It all kind of spirals around roots and my medical intuitive book on healing Lyme disease. That project has now reached 70,000+ words, with many multi-disciplinary contributors and my own synthesizing of how that all relates to Lyme disease.

In and around my writing, research and contacting other contributors, Continue reading

Laura Bruno Interview Now Available on A Fireside Chat with Zany Mystic

For those of you who missed the original interview, you can now listen to it or download the interview by clicking this link.

We talked about intuition, brain injury, talking trees, the Faery Realm, GMO’s, organic gardening, hunger in America, and more. Quite the fun discussion! Lance is great. 🙂

Zany Mystic aka Lance White Interviews Laura Bruno On BBS Radio – A Fireside Chat – Saturday, November 30, 2013.

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Email: zanymystic59@yahoo.com
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The Tower Card

A few days ago, I mentioned how the increased militarization and decreased rights of the US all feel “very 9 of Swords to me,” as in “Awakening from the Nightmare.” Some people dread that card, yet emphasis and attitude determine how the card plays out. Do we choose to focus on the Awakening or the nightmare? Do we look around with an intense sigh of relief, feeling so grateful for the contrast between the Real and what only seemed “real” in a fear-based dreamscape? Or do we continue to scare ourselves by fixating on the nightmare? Tarot cards offer glimpses of our current possibilities. Ultimately, we decide what we do with any given energy or opportunity.

Another card that keeps leaping to mind lately is The Tower Card, which shows a giant tower being struck by lightning (haha! Freudian typo’d lightening) and people on either side catapulting from the fiery Tower into unknown depths. Other versions show them falling into the sea. The Tower represents a radical shift accomplished by sudden realization (lightning) that ejects both left and right. Old paradigms tumble from their former heights — into what, we do not know. Left and right can mean left brain/right brain, liberal/conservative, perceived morality codes, or any other polarized issue that fails to integrate itself.

“The Tower” from the Rider-Waite Deck

Many people dread The Tower even more than Death or The Devil, but again, perspective plays an important role. Do we choose to focus on the lightning, the forcible removal of old paradigms, the free fall, or the fire? How does the implied trauma of this card shift if we acknowledge that the old paradigms no longer worked? The Tower was William Butler Yeats’ very favorite card, and it’s one of mine, too. It has a personal meaning for me, as I associate it with my 1998 brain injury, which arrived like a lightning strike and threw my entire sense of identity, thought patterns, and ways of being into a rocky sea. But you know what? That brain injury was the best thing that ever happened to me. Destroying the old reality opened an expansive and yet strangely intimate reality far beyond and far preferable to what I’d known before.

Yes, it felt lonely because I had no context for most of my new experiences. Yes, the headaches sucked! (Imagine a 16-month migraine with its own ever-present jack hammer.) Yes, I became temporarily but completely disabled and unable to earn a living through any of my old or “normal” means. But even the loneliness, pain and financial insecurity brought gifts. I learned that we are never alone. Ever. We live in the most beautifully intertwined microcosm and macrocosms imaginable. We live as a bridge between matter and spirit, Earth and Heaven. We have guides and faeries and angels and devas dancing and singing and longing to help if we’ll just say the word.

Believe it or not, the pain actually increased my ability to enjoy life. It anchored me to physical reality in a way that forced me to integrate body, mind, emotions and spirit. Pain, when pushed beyond our limits of endurance can sometimes become an intense version of its opposite. Monks used tools like flagellation, sleep deprivation and self torture in order to initiate mystical visions. I wouldn’t recommend it — there are easier ways! — but the pain did intensify the entire spectrum of my experience, including pleasure.

And what about that financial insecurity? This is another dreaded thing I hear about from clients, friends and, of course, all over the news. How can financial insecurity possibly be a good thing? Again, as Shakespeare’s Hamlet said, “…there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” What did I learn from radical financial insecurity? That my true security comes from some place else. True security doesn’t come from money, a career, what kind of car I drive (or even if I drive). True security comes from knowing that I can seek and find whatever I need at any given moment in my life.

“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.” One of my former professors actually calls me “the lily of the field,” because she loves all my clothes that seem to arrive perfectly suited to me, yet selected and gifted to me by others.

Yes, I have had some lean times, as well as powerfully abundant times, but I know myself apart from the ebb or flow of money. I know I can call upon the Universe to provide what I need in whatever currency, mode or timing that best serves. The saves me from debating whether to invest in gold or silver, dollars or dinar. It means I can look at crashing markets, “imminent global economic collapse,” “prosperity packages” and winning the lottery all with relatively equal amusement. Because that’s all it really is — a grand spectacle, and we, not the newspapers, not our parents, not our sweeties, not our governments, but we determine what meaning we choose to give these things. Money is energy, and stuck or fearful energy feels bad whether you have a little or a lot of it.

There’s nothing quite like getting struck by lightning and thrown from The Tower to get stuck energy moving again! Actually, solar flares, which root out anything that no longer serves, come pretty close. The Major Arcana (first 22 tarot cards) represent Archetypes, and The Tower stands for much needed radical change that has been resisted to the point of requiring some kind of Divine Intervention to get things moving.

Of course, we are the ones summoning such interventions.

When our souls feel so restricted by “what is” and yet know, instinctively that there is soooo much more, then we have options. We can prepare ourselves to take a flying leap, knowing we will find wings when we need them. We can refuse to budge yet keep screaming for solutions outside ourselves, in which case, a lightning bolt may arrive as the proverbial “blessing in disguise.” In a vibrational Universe, though, nothing occurs completely outside ourselves. I often quote Carl Jung, “Whatever is not conscious will be experienced as fate.” When we desire change from the deepest recesses of our soul but refuse to take action towards those changes, eventually that screaming desire wins out.

As a society, planet and species, we’ve pulled The Tower Card (and as I type this, my word count says 911). What in the world do we intend to do with it? Tower; 9/11; 911; Emergency? Emergence, see? The old, limited paradigms have kept humanity locked in a Tower, ungrounded from the Earth’s pure energies and fearful of falling to sudden doom. But what if The Tower was a prison, rather than an achievement? What if the falling is actually more like flying? What if all the old turns upside down and gets bonked on the head, not to destroy it, but rather to rewire it — and us? We live in a far vaster Universe than the typical human experience allows into awareness. No need to fall. Let’s fly, my friends!

If this still makes you nervous instead of thrilled, please remember that all energy represents choice. The larger the challenge, the greater potential for lasting gains. What energies and choices do you face today?

“Always in motion is the future.” ~Yoda

Energies, Psychic Vampires and Synchronicity: A Radio Show on 2/2/12

Through an amusing and massive series of synchronicities, I have been invited by Jamie Walters to be this Thursday’s guest on her online radio show, “The Feminine Mojo.”

Thursday, February 2, 2012 at 1 P.M. East Coast (USA) time. The show will also be archived, but we welcome live caller questions! Call in number to speak with the host: (347) 989-1293

Here’s Jamie’s description of the show:

Kindred spirit Laura Bruno joins Jamie for a conversation on some of their favorite topics: Energy, Psychic (& Energy) Vampires (Oh My!), intuition, the magic and synchronicity of Life, and other such Mysteries.

If you’re an empath or ‘energy sensitive’, you’re probably familiar with energy drains and psychic- or energy vampires.

In addition to vamping your energy (and messin’ with your mind), Energy & Psychic Vamps can be masters at stirring up (aka projecting) anger and resentment.

We’re in a time of Great Shift, with its ever-intensifying energies, and there are great opportunities to see through unhelpful patterns and energy dynamics and reclaim your energy & power (aka Mojo!).

In the process, you can also reclaim your magic — and the ability to appreciate and align with the greater magic and synchronicities of Life.

Laura is a medical intuitive, author, and life coach. She authored a book on dealing with brain injuries and other ‘medical mystery‘ (based on her own experience), and a novel called Schizandra and the Gates of Mu.

[Laura here again: the link for the interview (live and archived) is here. Please join us if you can! Let the wild synchronicities continue.]

Impulses Are Your Key to the Miraculous

Beautiful and inspiring, just like YOU! Much Love …

Physician’s Round Table Conference

In less than a week, I will be speaking to the Medical Community regarding an insider’s experience of brain injury, as well as sharing information I’ve gleaned from coaching and other sessions with many survivors of brain injuries, Lyme Disease and other “Medical Mysteries.” The talk will include some insights shared in my book and video series. I feel honored to join such a prestigious group of professionals and leaders in these fields, and I also look forward to learning more information, resources and referral sources that will help me help my clients more.

I understand there are still some openings for interested parties who can get to Virginia Beach this week. If you’re already attending, please do stop by to introduce yourself! If you’d like extra guidance and insight while recovering from Lyme Disease, brain injury, MS or any other chronic condition or life transition, please also feel free to contact me for a private session. The easiest email to reach me at is brunoleaf @ yahoo.com.

Blessings and thanks for all the enthusiasm people have expressed about my involvement with the Physician’s Round Table.

The 2011 Physician’s Round Table
Doubletree Hotel, Virginia Beach, VA
January 27 – 30, 2011

The Physician Round Tables were started by Sue Vogan, journalist and health radio show host, in 2008. They were created as a learning tool where doctors, researchers, and other health care professionals could come together to discuss technology, protocols, and cases in a non-invasive, Gordon-style fashion. This elite group of professionals brings cutting edge information — the round table discussion sessions have produced research projects and have cemented professional relationships.

H.P. Albarelli, Jr
Dr. Lesley Fein
Nancy Guberti
Dr. Chris Hussar
Jerry Leonard
Dr. Mindy Beth Lipson
Dr. A. C. Matin
Dr. Judith Mikovits
Dr. Donald Robbins
Laura Bruno
Alice Shabecoff
Dr. William Shaw
Dr. Leo Shea, III
Dr. Ritchie Shoemaker
Jacques Simon, esq
Mary Tocco
Dr. Renee Tocco
Dr. Warren Levin
Dr. Jeff Wulfman
Jane Hersey

The theme is Common Denominators, a Physician’s Round Table initiative to explore the association between infections and chronic illnesses, using common denominators. This year’s conference is a well-balanced gathering of experts in their fields that work with and research well known common denominators that are observed in chronic illnesses – such as CFS, MS, ALS, FM, etc.

Our presenters will deliver scientific, evidenced based research combined with practical clinical experience for a better understanding of the common denominators seen in chronic illnesses. The physicians attending the round table discussions will be able to interact with Gordon-style freedom and perhaps provide missing pieces during the discussions. It is our hope that such exchange of information will lead to discoveries of new treatments and cures.

Subjects
XMRV
Biofilm
Vaccines
Autism
Morgellons
Lyme
CFIDS
CFS
Fibromyalgia
Stress
Testing Methods
Physician’s Rights
Treatment Guidelines
Dentistry – going green, infections, etc.

Admission

Included: 2 Executive breaks per day, literature, opportunity for door prizes/drawings

Physicians 275.00
Med Students 200.00
Advocates 250.00 (only 12 seats are made available for this event)

For more information, please send an email to Peerobmagazine@aol.com

Prophetic Dreams

In another round of plagiarizing my earlier self, I decided to share some dreams I recorded in 2000. I have to admit, I have freakin’ awesome dreams. 🙂 I download door ideas, find places to live, receive information to help clients and friends, and sometimes just feel overwhelmed by the beautiful images, colors and music. Yes, music. I often awake to chants or songs that continue to play through my brain as it fully embraces each new day.

During the year 2000, I lived in Evanston, Illinois, on the north side of Chicago, also right by Lake Michigan: essentially, the inverse of Hyde Park, with Northwestern instead of University of Chicago as the “college” in that neighborhood. Still completely disabled from my 1998 brain injury, I spent most days lying on the couch and meditating, going to visual therapy, listening to books/lectures on tape and eating out with friends. Despite the massive headaches and brain fog, 2000 remains one of the richest writing years for me. I could not reread what I wrote, and it’s possible that right now is the first time I’m unearthing many of the gems I left behind. I’m so glad I did. A decade + later, I see that the following dreams and journal entries have proven uncannily prophetic in my life. I hope you find them inspirational and insightful in yours as well:

5/7/00

“WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT.”
“BE THOU MY VISION, OH LORD OF MY HEART.”
“Go, Your Faith has healed you.”

“Even youths grow tired and weary
Even young men stumble and fall
But those who hope in the Lord shall renew their strength.
They shall soar on wings like eagles
They shall run and not grow weary
The will walk and not faint.”

5/17/00

Dreams

Last week:

I looked up and saw a brilliant white light which shot down into my mouth. I ate it like food and asparagus stalks sprouted from my head. They surrounded my face like rays of the sun, and people would pluck and eat the spears. The light fed me and the spears continued to regenerate as people ate them.

(asparagus=sign of prosperity
circle, sun, spiritual food)

Weekend:

Mandala. I stood in the center while four vortexes spun around me. I woke up knowing it was my calling. The shaman was the central point. The calling was four faceted:

spiritual leader
healer
artist
storyteller

9/12/00

Dream:

Focus point. Special place to focus through the hole that allowed you to see from an eternal perspective so that huge distances looked small. Depressed people were stuck because they couldn’t find the spot to look. But once you “got it” it was so easy to jump “impossible” distances. It was fun. I jumped like a somersaulting canonball across the ocean and it was like diving two feet off the end or a bed through a hoop. You had to look up at a special point and your perspective changed.

“What is impossible for man is possible with God.”


Another Dream:

I was hiding in a maze of hedges, looking at a man inspecting those hedges and hoping he wouldn’t see me, because I didn’t know where I was and I couldn’t move. To my horror, he turned and walked along my path.

He spoke to me and brought me to a trainer. I had to jump on a trampoline outside a small round window and attempt to jump inside it. This dream was the inverse dream of the one about jumping from the bed outside. Same principle applied. It was a LEARNED technique, kind of like visual therapy. There was an “aha!” moment that I just didn’t seem to get.

Lots of light blue and bouncing up and down. Then I accidentally ended up in the room. I didn’t yet know how I’d gotten there, but the teacher, who like my honors thesis advisor, was really excited and kept telling me to look at different points above me. There was one point that put the scene into the “proper” perspective that allowed a human to jump across the sea of over six feet of obstacles or into a light blue unknown.

It was like the circus. Fun! Once I figured out where to look. The “aha!” Once I knew where to look I could jump consistently. It brought joy and the sense of knowing not only that this world is just a matter of perspective, but the senes that with the right focus, one could easily move from time to the eternal and back again.

It looked like magic or impossible to an observor who didn’t know where to look, but “correct” vision showed how tiny and insignificant the gap can be. “My kingdom is not of this world.”

[Lots of fun in 2000! I was just starting some “serious” “funny strange” studies back then due to massive synchronicities that remain my primary life experience to this day. Wishing everyone clarity and love … Laura]

Death and Dying: Relinquishment on the Spiritual Path

I’ve spent most of today in awe of a 1998 journal I kept when I could not read what I was writing. During the early months of my brain injury, I somehow sensed the magnitude of this time period, and recorded it for later, even though migraines prevented me from re-reading what I wrote. I’ve found some real gems in there, jewels of synchronicity that memory had distorted from their original brilliant gleam. I’ve also discovered that despite my “loss of a rational side,” some strangely relevant insights continue to unearth themselves, even twelve years later.

So many people seem to be leaving parts of themselves behind these days that I decided to share this partial entry from 10/28/98. For the sake of privacy and brevity, I’m extracting parts that do not reference specific people or situations, but I hope you will find this sharing helpful during Fall 2010’s shifts and opportunities to let the old die so that we can allow the new to announce and birth itself. Happy Diwali — a celebration of Peace, Light and Love — and Namaste:

10/28/98

“Space” is a strange, but important concept for me, I have been miserable at times without it. I have occasionally found friends whose space enraptures me or comforts me, but until recently, I felt a continual longing for my own space. …I knew I had a major hang-up and that I would have to work through it on my own. The only way to get the fear out of my system was to prove to myself that I could support myself and create my own beautiful space in which to heal. (I speak here not of my concussion but of my various psychological wounds.)

As soon as I tasted the freedom of living alone, I became fiercely protective of my independence. I knew I had to go through this phase, and I did not want a disruption of the process. I believe that the apartment is the last thing I feel so fiercely for. Prior to this concussion I felt that way about school, about men, about money, time and autonomy. The concussion has been, I believe, a necessary lesson in relinquishment. Having attained some long, sometimes lifelong goals, I have been asked, forced, to relinquish everything I thought I needed to be happy.

In the cases in which I have given away control, accepted my own insignficance, and learned to take what life gives me, I have grown. It unnerves me and threatens me a little to think of relinquishing all I’ve worked so hard towards. It’s difficult to loosen the last reins you feel you’ll ever hold. I know that the illusion of control misguides me here. I must come to a point at which I truly feel that [if I lose this space] … another door will open for me somewhere else.

I’m on the verge of relinquishing this space spiritually. It does not really belong to me anyway. It was a gift, just like good friends, or an injury that lets me heal my hang-ups. Perhaps Chopin’s Marche Funèbre will help again. I mistakenly assumed I was done dying for awhile. I begin to understand, the glimpse the idea that maybe the only time we finish dying comes with Death itself. “All of life is but a laughter and a forgetting.” Something like that. Wordsworth, I believe.

Can I laugh and forget it all? The big lesson, a big lesson anyway, will say that since I have stripped away all my supposed necessities for happiness and fulfillment and given that I have remained relatively happy and carefree throughout this experience, it follows that I do not need those elements to be happy after all. I am free of my carerr, my bank account, and my apartment. I can move anywhere and do anything, as long as I continue truly to be myself.

I love my family and my friends. I may one day love a husband. I may have a career, or not. I may choose situations, and I may have them handed to me. In the end it’s all the same. In the end I will have lived and died and DIED.

“Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ’tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.”

(Emily Dickinson)

“The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly — and true —
But let a Splinter swerve —
‘Twere easier for You —

To put a Current back —
When Floods have slit the Hills —
And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves —
And trodden out the Mills –”

(Emily Dickinson)

… and later that week, from Isak Dinesen’s Out of Africa:

“We navigated differently. Perhaps he knew as I did not that the earth was made round so we do not see too far down the road.”

“It’s not what I thought would happen to me now.”

“I still have your compass.”
“Why don’t you keep it. You’ve earned it. Besides, I don’t always want to know where I’m going anyway.”

“When the gods want to punish you, they answer your prayers.”

“Let it go. Let it go. This water lives in Mombaza anyway.”

[Reading this twelve years, dozens of relocations, a full recovery, and many, many coaching and intuitive clients later, fills me with profound gratitude and a sense of Divinity moving through my life like water. It reminds me of the Taoist concept of “Wu Wei” or “effortless action.” Water is the gentlest force, and yet it digs riverbeds and carves stone. If you feel yourself struggling on the path, consider relinquishing the struggle and allowing Grace to carry you. I’m so glad I did!]

Deepest Blessings and Much Love,
Laura

Interview with Chef Mia Dalene (Part 2)

This is Part 2 of an Interview with raw food chef Mia Dalene. For Part 1, please click here.

Raw Food Chef Mia Dalene

Mia is not only a chef and instructor, but also a fellow brain injury survivor and all-around inspirational leader. I love supporting other people who have turned tragedy into triumph, so please check out her links and services below. This portion of the interview addresses two of my favorite topics in the world: the spiritual side of brain injuries and … you guessed it! Raw cacao. 🙂

How did your concept of Self change after your brain injury?

Before I found the nutritional difference with raw vegan cuisine.:

With the injury I switched from Type A to Type B personality in that instant, but I was not aware of what had happened and so was figuring it out as I went along. I found this a painful experience at the time. As well, I was no longer able to do tasks that before the injury were things I defined myself by and had taken my ability to complete them for granted. It was a very difficult time for me as I saw myself as someone that I and others could no longer count on.

It took some time but in the years that have followed, I have come to see my Self as more than the job title, the amount of pay I once commanded, and the number of times I was interrupted during the day to fix problems. (and in 2009 have been experiencing more of the essence of Self.)

I had liked being counted on in those days but I let it define me, along with being a single mother of two rambunctious boys. I defined myself and assigned my value to my abilities to behave in certain ways. With the injuries I could no longer allow my children to climb on me like a human jungle gym and rough house play with them, or allow them to jump into my arms as had been our normal greeting to that point. It wasn’t just a brain injury, my neck, back, and left shoulder were also injured. These injuries affected my children’s concept of what they meant to me as well.

In conversations I would forget their names. Miles, the youngest, caught me and commented, “How can you love me anymore if you forgot my name?” He was 6 at the time of the injury and it made no sense to him or to me, although I did know that I loved him – I was having difficulty conveying it in the terms we had been doing so to this point. It took a year for me to figure out holding him in my arms while I sat down was our new way of expressing affection beyond the words.

His older brother, Tony, was 9 and was able to assist me in caring for his younger brother. I now needed absolute quiet and sometimes the solitude of a dark room (or coat over my head) when I would get neurologically over stimulated. Something my very vocal Miles could not immediately understand. Tony could assist me to get Miles to be quiet during those times in the car when I needed immediate quiet so I could bring myself back down to calm.

During those early years, I often hated my new life and myself for not being able to do the things I once had. It took me some time to adjust and I find myself still in this daily adjustment process. It has helped to release expectations and be open to what is in each moment.

Two things happened that were pivotal points:

1) I read a book, Choosing Joy in the Midst of Chaos, by Dorothy Mae
My choice was to live a joy-filled life and so I decided that even though this tragic thing had occurred, it was still my life and no matter what… I wanted to live that Joy Filled life. So I did.

Not knowing what I could do, I wrote down a list of things I could focus on, keeping this list on a piece of paper in my pocket so I could refer to it often and remember. As I read through it, I would feeling the Love bliss consciousness that comes through me when I do these things. Looking back, I see that I included all my senses in my remembering moments.

I enjoy…
spending time in nature among the plants,
smelling scents of fragrant plants
seeing colorful flowers
feeling the different texture of plants under my feet and on my fingertips,
hearing the stillness
experiencing beauty all around me

2) I started doing some things that I had always wanted to do. One was to learn tap dancing. I soon found that the symptoms of TBI followed me everywhere. I was not able to remember the dance steps … but I did find joy in the movement and the clicking of the taps on the toes of my shoes.

So I reframed my definition of success. In the corporate world, my personal success mantra was “exceeding excellence”. Now, it transmuted to, “if I am enjoying what I am doing in this moment… that is success.” And so my new job became finding joy in each and every moment.

At this point, I was redeemed in my eyes and I became successful again. And my perception of myself shifted toward more positive aspects. My abilities were no longer found in the Doing but in the BE-ing. And I began to see the gift of being different; both amongst people and different from who I was before.

Would you consider your injury a spiritual experience? If so, in what ways?

Yes.

It provided the freedom from focus on doing and into the experience of BE-ing. It allowed (forced) me to slow down and experience the world in a different way- calm and ultimately peaceful.

I was able to see and experience a different definition of who I was. My value came from the simple fact of being alive instead of having to do something, become someone in order to have value; the job title, the amount I received in my paycheck. There is something magical and liberating about living in the flow.

I learned that I can still have a positive impact on society, even with an injured brain and its symptoms. Providing information and teaching skills that others can use to better their lives, health. I am a catalyst for joy- something I wanted to be since I was a child. And definitely making a positive impact in the lives of others.

Please list five things you do or know better now than you did before your injury.

1. Take time to focus on and experience a joy centered life
2. Connect with people around me in real and profound ways
3. BE as opposed to DO
4. Consciously create
5. Type about as fast as a person can talk

What kind of classes and services do you offer, and where do you offer them?

For a listing of our calendar of events:

Meetup.com/Seasonal-Raw-Vegan-Cuisine

SmartRawFood.com (under construction)

DavidHempseed.com (quality Transformational Superfood ingredients)

Where:
1) all around the Puget Sound region of Washington state. I have spoken and food demo’s in Oregon & California as well. I will travel.
2) Online. We are planning some classes online to reach a wider audience. I will have information on that as it unfolds. There will be Live stream online preparing Live food. Showcasing recipes and SmartRaw Food Prep techniques and will be archived for those not able to make it to the live event.

(SmartRaw Food is a way of preparing food that saves money, time and energy. I created these techniques as a response to the myths I was hearing from people that this type of food is expensive and takes too much time)

What: *Recipes *Classes *Products *Quality Ingredients *Lifestyle Coaching & Raw Business Consulting
Some classes we teach include;
dalene’s Certified Raw Food Chef Course

SmartRawFood Prep Course; Phase 1, 2 & 3

I developed SmartRaw food Prep techniques that are efficient with time, money and energy.

Cacao (Raw Chocolate) Party class
Entertaining with seasonal Raw Vegan Cuisine

Transformational Superfoods

Water Wisdom

Live Cuisine Series: Italian, Mexican, Thai, Asian.

I co-teach with my partner, David Hempseed. We have teaching styles and personalities that complement each other. Our students often report that we “make a great team!” While I am more creative and less analytical than before the injury, I find I perform best with assistance from David’s gentle guidance as he assists me with organizing and staying on task.

David and Mia

What’s your favorite thing about living in the Pacific Northwest?

Nature! -The beautiful outdoors.

Cacao or not cacao?

Raw Cacao has the three major minerals that most Americans are lacking; Iron, Magnesium and Chromium.

I definitely Cacao! And make no judgments for those who choose to abstain. While I love raw chocolate, I have noticed a decrease in the amount my body desires lately.

An important note: As with any ingredients, the purer the better. Not all Cacao is equal and so may affect the body differently. As with any ingredients, the better the quality, the better the recipe turns out. My body has a radar for pure vs. adulterated raw cacao. I can tell if it has been tampered with. Some raw cacao companies may cut their ingredients (or get it unknowingly from a supplier who does) – cuts it with Guarana (sp?) or Kola seed powder. All three powders look similar: Guarana, Kola, and Cacao. But each act differently on the body.

**Raw cacao affects the cardiovascular system (not the nervous system) so if you are feeling jittery or anxious after eating what you think is pure raw cacao… it might actually be cut with another substance that affects the nervous system. Also, when cacao is roasted, toasted or otherwise cooked, it will affect the body in adverse ways.

I LOVE raw cacao so much so that I developed several recipes. Many of them are featured in my upcoming ebook, dalene’s Easy Raw Chocolate Recipes. Two examples of what you can expect from the book are Seduction, a chocolate sauce (one bite and you know why this is its name!), and Raw Ecstasy, a chocolate bar.

Seduction has been praised for its contribution to many who report “it helps [them] stay raw.”

My partner, David Hempseed, and I developed a chocolate bar we named, Raw Ecstasy. When we teach people how to make this, we caution, “When you tell people you were at a party and were eating ecstasy, make sure you put the Raw in front of it… we don’t want any misunderstandings here..” usually gets a laugh or two. And then they taste it. Eyes roll to the back of the head. A quiet hush falls over the group as they go inward and enjoy the experience. Raw Ecstasy, our raw chocolate bar.

Recipe for Seduction here

Seduction
Mia Dalene’s chocolate sauce

Ingredients

1 ¼ Cups Agave nectar (I prefer Ultimate brand, clear)
¼ – 3/4 Cup raw Cacao powder (depending on how dark you like it)
2 Tablespoons Coconut oil
1 teaspoon Vanilla (I use non alcohol flavoring)

Preparation

1) Place all ingredients into high speed blender (put agave nectar in first so the cacao doesn’t stick to the blades) and process until silky smooth. It should have a shean to the top of the mixture.

2) Adjust ingredients to taste. *after it settles it may harden slightly. If this happens, simply use a spoon, fork or chopstick and mix vigorously until it becomes viscous.

3) store in glass jar with sealed lid. This will keep out of refrigerator for over 2 months.

**This makes a great quick and tasty gift. Simply pour out into several small decorative jars, attach lid and affix your homemade label.

Tastes great drizzled over everything! For quick chocolate milk; add some to your nutmilk (or dairy) beverage. Even coffee can be transformed.

One woman told me she “takes a teaspoonful every morning, like medicine.”

Enjoy.

(Believe it or not, we still have more to this interview, so stay tuned for the third installment. In the meantime, please check out Mia’s wonderful offerings here and especially here.)

And if you need some extra support on your traumatic brain injury journey, please feel free to check out If I Only Had a Brain Injury. Many Blessings and Much Love to Mia and all of you!

Whacking the Piñata

Yesterday I posted this on Facebook: Laura Bruno has been whacking a cosmic piñata for quite some time now and can feel it about to burst. 🙂

Some people got a real kick out of it, but I wasn’t kidding. I really have intended into being this giant piñata of blessings, and I really do spend a huge amount of time and energy whacking away at it. It’s a pretty pinata, swings all over the place when I hit it, and I like to imagine what’s inside. This analogy led to a discussion with a good friend of mine, who likened my determination to their own sense of beating their head against a wall in several areas of life. I decided to share my emailed response because so many people seem to feel the same way. This was a personal correspondence so it’s a little “earthier” than some of my typical posts, but cleaning it up would have sterilized the message:

Given my medical history, I’m sure you understand why I no longer make it a practice to beat my head against a wall. 🙂 Nor do I recommend it to anyone else. A brain injury will give you change, but it also might kill you, it’s completely unpredictable, and even if it does work, there are SO many easier, faster, and less painful ways!

As I see it, the difference between me whacking my cosmic piñata of blessings all day and night long and you beating your head against the wall is this:

Beating your head against a wall will very quickly make you unconscious and it stems from frustration and not looking around you. Why are you banging your head against the wall when there’s a whole room behind you? Why don’t you look for the door? And if you can’t find a door, just ask me; I paint them!! I will make you a door … and I’m really not kidding. I make doors for myself all the time, physical, mental, emotional, spiritual … I am always painting and walking through portals. Walls are boring, especially the same wall over and over again. But portals … now those actually lead somewhere. … and you don’t even need ME to paint you one. You can find your own; they pop up in the most surprising places if you’re open to finding them.

Whacking my cosmic piñata, even if I whack it just as many times as you beat your head against the wall, is VERY different. First of all, I’m using an energetic “stick,” which is very large and gives me a lot of leverage. I can hit it much harder than I could w/ my head. Second, I am not damaging myself or anyone else with these hits, so I can continue to whack that thing with massive determination until it explodes all over me. I won’t be in a stupor when it happens, and that’s important, b/c there are good things in that piñata and I don’t want to miss any of them. I put them in there and I intend to savor each one of them with every ounce of consciousness I have on any and all levels. They are REALLY good things. 🙂

But most importantly, the energy of the piñata is completely different. Banging your head against the wall says, “I can’t, Ow, it hurts, I can’t, Ow, it hurts, I can’t, Ow, it hurts,” whereas whacking my pinata yells into the universe: “I want it and I want it bad. Give it to me.” It’s a joyful command with an expectation of fulfillment.

I ALWAYS get what I want. I know this. Even the things in life like my head injury got me what I wanted. I had 4 years off work for spiritual growth. I’ve written 3 books, including a novel. I traveled to all these cool places and lived like a bohemian for 8 years. That’s all I ever wanted from graduate school and I got it w/o having to sit through all those dreadful classes and listen to all those academics over sherry hour.

Granted, the migraines, disability, private detectives, court, etc. really sucked, so now I just paint portals and whack piñatas instead of beating my head against a wall. No more brain injuries. I still WANT. I still intend to get, and I know that I will. But having gone “down the road” a few times, I now only take interesting routes. Walls bore me, but doors and piñatas I like.

There Is a Way

The intellect says: “The six directions are limits: there is no way out.”
Love says: “There is a way. I have traveled it thousands of times.”
The intellect saw a market and started to haggle;
Love saw thousands of markets beyond that market.

–Rumi

🙂 Have a good one … I’m off my soapbox before all the “good” folks track me down and try to make me wash my mouth out w/ it. Time to whack the piñata. OMG, that sounds obscene! I like it. 🙂 And I will like it even more when it spews those blessings all over me. I’m telling you, they’re coming.