Posted by Marcia Beachy, MS, LPC, CCHT on January 6, 2014
Note: If death could speak to us, what might it say? Here are some thoughts…

Posted by Marcia Beachy, MS, LPC, CCHT on January 5, 2012
 
Despite what appears in the daily news, tenderness is unfurling itself upon the landscape.
 
On my answering machine is a sweet message that I have saved since Thanksgiving, 2010. The message goes something like this.
 
"Hi Gwamah." It's the soft drawl of Elias, my then two and a-half-year-old grandson.

 Posted by Marcia Beachy, MS, LPC, CCHT on July 7, 2009
 
My friend Jim sits like still water, soft, unmoving in his assigned seat. No leaving without permission. Rise only if the wheels are locked and the bed rail is nearby, or a nurse. Them’s the rules, partner. These feet don’t go nowhere without a steel friend. He sits half to the window, half to the wall, bearing witness to this extraordinary corner of real, whether-you-like-it-or-not life. The Mystery abides here, both foe and companion. Dare I enter this quietness with my outside bustle and cold January hands?

Posted by Marcia Beachy, MS, LPC, CCHT on June 11, 2009
 
So precise, deliberate and delicate. My grandson, Elias, sits unwavering in his focus. A one-year-old Zen master whose meditation target rests lightly on his highchair tray before him. A food mantra that he comprehends completely. Deep blue and succulent, the organic blueberries wait in stillness. Then small fingers form the thumb-to-forefinger blueberry pickup. Slowly and without hesitancy each blueberry is lifted carefully to his mouth as the most precious of nature’s bounty, created particularly for babies. With the aid of four teeth and empty gums, the blueberry is thoughtfully mooshed and disappears. 

Posted by Marcia Beachy, MS, LPC, CCHT on April 6, 2009
 
Depression is an all too common experience for us, even though we are loathe to admit it. When the blues set in (darker mood, low energy, hopelessness, sleep irregularity, changes in appetite, impatience, angry outbursts, emotional numbness, wanting release from all the pain, etc.), we know we’ve “got it.” For those suffering with more severe episodes, medical intervention may be necessary. For most of us, muddling through with support from family and friends is our choice–or for those determined independent types, muddling through alone.

Posted by Marcia Beachy, MS, LPC, CCHT on April 4, 2009

Angela arrived for her past life regression (PLR) session saying that her life was so crazy and confused that she must have done something really terrible in a past existence and therefore was now reaping the results. She had read an interview with me on past life therapy in the Pueblo Chieftain newspaper (see article) and decided to gather up her courage and give it a go. In this life, Angela has fought for her schooling, her employment, her safety, and at times, even her sanity. She described her family as non-supportive. Life seemed to challenge her every effort. Nonetheless, she was well-employed, loved her children, and was ready to dig into the roots of her suffering.