Recently I met a new patient, who has been struggling for a long time with some very serious health problems.

When she came to me and said, "You're my last hope."

And I bought into that. At first. For about a week I thought, "Gosh. I'm her last hope."

But the more I've been thinking about that, the more I realize that's not my job. I don't want to be her last hope. I want to give that responsibility back to her. I want her to be her last hope.

And yes while my perspective and my area of expertise may be different from those she has encountered in the past, I'm not the one who's going to be doing her work.

I've got my own work to do.

I may be planting the seed, and giving her new tools and ideas, but she is the one who is going to be day in and day out looking after herself until she reaches her goals, and then beyond that to maintain her goals.

She needs to be her own hope.

So while I was so flattered and seduced in the moment - okay for several moments - upon reflection I realize that I can't be that for someone else.

We have to find a way to be our last hope for ourselves.

I think that is where true healing happens.

And If I could pave the way for someone to realize that, I'm so pleased and delighted to be part of that journey.

But ultimately at the end of the day it's in her hands. Its in your hands.

This article was going end here.

This idea came to me in my car. I had recorded a voice message so I could type it out later. And as soon as I stopped recording I felt this twinge in my belly.

Like, Ulggghh

And I had to pause and say, "Is that good discomfort or bad discomfort?" Is this something I want to be sharing? Is this something I am ready to share? Does this defeat the whole purpose of my job and my website?

I knew I had stumbled upon something big. I decided to just keep recording (yep, these words too) and keep tuning into how I was feeling. There was this gnawing in my belly when I continued to think about that. And I found myself getting a little teary.

"Hmmm..." I said.

There is power there. I felt like I just had some healing myself when I came to terms with that. And I want to pass that on.

I've been doing some introductory reading into a Course in Miracles this year.

Several people that I really admire are students of that work, and I've been enticed. I've started with a very simple approach with a daily meditation out of a book called "Holy Shift" by Robert Holden where each day he provides a short passage from the course.

What I'm learning is that the miracle happens with a shift in perspective. That's also where healing happens.

And I think that's really my job - is to create a shift in perspective.

With that shift in perspective everything changes. What was bound and tight before becomes like seaweed - pliable and flowing. Adaptable. Healable.

I've had a moment of clarity.

My work is about shifting perspective. Giving the hope back to you. Providing your system the information and tools it needs to heal and repair which I promise you it wants to do but sometimes it forgets or gets blocked and can't.

Your hope comes from the incredible capacity your body has to be well. And vital. And thriving. And this all starts with a shift in perspective.

Thank you for reading these words with a kind open heart, and being receptive to its message.

I so value you. I love that you spend your time and your energy to put your eyeballs on my words, and your trust in me. These are peices of magic that I do not take lightly.

My goal is to inspire, delight, and give you back your hope.

To your thriving, healthy, delightful, hopeful life!!