Posted on October 6, 2016
“Illness often forces us to relax, let go of all our busyness…and drop into a deep, quiet level…where we can receive the …energy we need.” ~ Shakti Gawain, Creative Visualization.
So the blog dropped off. School got busy. I struggled with acceptance, to keep positive, as a new year began.
And then, for the first time in a decade, my thyroid went out of whack. I’ve been diagnosed with, and on medication for, hypothyroidism since 2003 (and suspect I had it for long before). It goes undiagnosed in a lot of people for a long time. I – in my non-medical, and non-expert opinion, – recommend you request a thyroid test at your next physical if any of the symptoms below sound familiar.
Basic symptoms include exhaustion, not just tired at the end of the day, but exhausted. Back in my 20’s, before diagnosis, I fell asleep at concerts. Seriously. Who falls asleep at an REM show? Me. And at Harry Connick, Jr.? Me. It was no fault of those artists whom I adore, but an undiagnosed hypothyroid.
Mood is also affected. Along with the sluggishness, there are feelings of depression or irritability. I’ve been there and guess what? Usually chalked it up to job stress. There’s also difficulty losing weight which I think many women, too many women, feel is a problem, and a host of other symptoms that you can read about here.
So back to the doctor I went, to see what caused this blip. My blood test showed a change in the TSH numbers, so the daily medication was increased. I took it easy, lessened my workout routine, allowed a few days of rest.Within a few days, I felt better. Mostly, I felt awake.
The other thing that changed in a matter of days was my mood. And – I’m not kidding – I did not hate my job. I did not dread going to work. I have, for the past month, been enjoying what I do. I’m having fun. I have liked teaching.
Most days. Now it’s the end of the quarter so there’s a lot of work piling on…but that’s temporary. There are times when I am tired, and when that happens, I rest. I go home and read a book. I don’t push it. But I’m tired…not fatigued. There’s a huge difference.
A year ago, I never would have said that. Even a few months ago, I never would have said that. It’s been a weird few weeks to observe this turn around. I’ve got a few more appointment’s scheduled to keep on top of things. What if all this negativity I’ve had for years was a result of hypothyroid and a medication mismatch?
Posted on August 27, 2015
Very happy for my short story Hunger, Not Tame, to be part of Rappahannock Review’s flight-themed issue!
Posted on March 4, 2012
Mark your calendars! ParaYourNormal Blog Talk Radio Interview on Weds April 4! 6:30 pm est.
Reviews of Once A Goddess…
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“Unique, fascinating and magical story that kept me turning the pages…”
Historical Novel Review
…”It is an emotionally provocative and compelling story…”
History and Women
…”Unrequited love, passionate liaisons, lies and deception, treachery and betrayal line this novels pages…”
Hazel the Witch
…”The story itself follows the myth of Túatha dé Danann, but the author managed to turn it into a captivating, strong, and powerful story…”
Curse of the Bibliophile
…”Once A Goddess was a profoundly magical story…”
Simplistik Halloz Books
…”I’m looking forward to the rest of the series when the time comes…”
Please contact me if you’d like a review copy of Once A Goddess. I’d be glad to send a paperback or email an e-book.
Posted on January 31, 2012
February. Those who celebrate the early days of this month will either be in church or in the fields, both celebrating Brigid, in two of her aspects. Imbolc, St. Brigid’s day, Candlemas (Feb. 2) or – as most of us know it – Groundhog Day. Myth and legends of Brigid, both goddess and saint, overlap and I’m still trying to figure out how the groundhog is involved.
February 1st falls in between the Winter Solstice and the Summer Equinox. Celebrated by druids and pagans as Imbolc, Brigid is praised as the goddess of light, the goddess of fire, and the goddess of the lactating ewes. All that really means is…spring is coming. As spring approaches, the days lengthen and animals begin to produce more milk. Thus, Brigid is also named the Fiery Arrow, bringer of light to the land.
In the Christian tradition, St. Brigid was raised by druids and she later converted to Christianity. As a child, Brigid was said to have been bathed in cow’s milk. As Abbess of Kildare, she is said to have miraculously increased the milk production of their cows. She performs many miracles, such as curing lepers, or hang up her famous blue cloak on a sunbeam.
The tradition of the sacred flame began at Kildare (Cill Dara), the Church of the Oak. Legend has it that the flame was originally used by Celts to invoke the ancient Goddess Brigid. When Saint Brigid, possibly a contemporary of St. Patrick, began her nunnery, she continued the tradition of the flame. The flame survived until the 16th century, when the Catholic faith was suppressed by Protestant rule. In 1993, the flame was re-lit at Kildare, now tended by the Brigidine Sisters in Kildare.
About the groundhog…it looks to be a Pennsylvania German tradition, first celebrated in Pennsylvania in 1841 (you can look it up here on Wikipedia.) If you find a Brigid connection, let me know. So far, I’m not seeing one.
Whether Christian, pagan, or simply an observer of groundhogs, the first week of February celebrations means that light will soon shine.
Posted on April 4, 2011
Check out Brigid’s character profile on Her Ladyship’s Quest!
Once A Goddess is the first in the Brigid trilogy. Brigid is trapped between the will of her people and the desires of her heart. For the sake of peace, she enters into an arranged marriage with the enemy prince, sacrificing her own chance at happiness. Her duty is to protect the secrets of the Tuatha de Danann, risking her own life to do so.
Tracy Falbe is showcasing characters from new and upcoming authors, and I’m very excited that she invited Brigid to be a part of her guest blog series!
Feel free to leave a comment or ask questions about Brigid’s story and the mythology of the Irish Tuatha de Danann, either here or over at Her Ladyship’s Quest.