Showing posts with label USM. Show all posts
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Friday, August 29, 2014

Graduation

On Sunday, August 24, 2014, I partook in the proudest moment of my life thus far when I graduated with a Master’s in Spiritual Psychology from the University of Santa Monica.  The actual act of graduating wasn’t what made me proud – it is who I have become over the past two years that makes me proud.

Right after my graduation ceremony!

 When I first started USM in October of 2012, I was somewhat of a mess.  I was depressed, heartbroken and living with a victim mentality.  I wasn’t quite sure that I loved myself, or that I was even worthy of being loved, I didn’t know how to truly listen, I hid my true self from others for fear of being judged by them and because of that I judged the shit out of myself and everyone else because I was so unhappy. 

Now fast-forward two years, and after a tremendous amount of deep, transformational work, I can finally say that I feel good.  Words don’t suffice what my experience was like, however I can say that I have had a radical shift from October 2012 to Now.  I can say clearly now without any hesitation that I have fallen in love with myself and that I know that I am so worthy of giving and receiving love – no matter what.  I’ve learned about the tremendous value of compassionate self-forgiveness and what unconditional love truly looks like.  I’ve learned how to look at different situations and not judge them, but instead to see past what I use to judge as “right doing” or “wrong doing” and just see it for what it is – as part of someone’s spiritual curriculum and ways for them to learn and grow – and from that space of neutrality I can then send loving and compassion to them no matter what.  I no longer say that I believe in God, because I don’t believe, I know.  And I feel the sacredness of that knowing, deep within my heart. 

I’ve also received tremendous blessings.  Blessings such as being back in a relationship with Jonny again, and having it be better than I could have ever dreamed of.  Blessings of creating the most amazing friendships with my classmates.  Blessings of tapping into my intuition.  Blessings of deepening my relationships with my family.  Blessings of becoming a coach and doing heartfelt work that I love.  And the list of blessings goes on and on…..

Feeling happy and blessed to be with my sweet boys again...

 Finally, I see the astonishing light within myself and within all of you.  My new favorite quote by Hafiz is: "I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being".  If only I could have remembered this during my bouts of darkness – but I couldn’t – and that is ok, for I see it now.  It never left; I just lost sight of it for a while.  And if you feel like you have also lost sight of your light, contact me, let’s talk, I would love to help coach you so that you can re-discover your own astonishing light again as well. 


And if you want more information on USM you can visit their website here, or read this amazing article written by one of my classmates Elaine – she describes our experience better than I could ever dream of.  And if you have questions about what my experience was like, contact me, or post them in the comments and I would love to discuss it more with you. 

In loving,
Elsie




Thursday, February 7, 2013

On being worth it...


When I am at USM for my school weekends, I feel like I am in a bubble.  A shiny-warm-safe-fun-light-filled-love bubble.   My classroom is this special place where I feel completely loved and accepted for who I am and I in return, love and accept everyone else for who they are.  It is this magical little space that seems to rarely happen in other areas of my life....

Just now, I have reentered “real life” and am at the LAX airport.  It is a far cry from the sweet energy that is USM.  I just completed my fifth weekend of class and I’ve got to say – this program just keeps getting better and better.  I’m falling in love with my instructors, with my classmates and most importantly - - with myself.  It all feels so good, but in some way this growth feels scary as well and it’s the falling in love with myself part that really scares me, because I finally found my self-love again and now I’m afraid that it is going to disappear.  You see, in the past, whenever I would get into a relationship with a man, there would be a part of me that would stop loving myself because I would become dependent on my man’s love for that.  It’s a slippery slope – I know.  And one that didn’t work out too well in my and Jonny’s past relationship.  And so as I look at fully reentering a new relationship with him again, it is something that I am cautious about and honestly, something that feels like it is holding me back in a big way from being able to jump right back in again.  I need to figure things out, things such as how to continue to make self-honoring choices, how to continue to be strong in my own self-loving, but let his love fill me as well, and how to open my heart up to him again and let down this protective barrier that I have built up so high around it so that I am able to trust him (and me) again. 

Reentry into this relationship isn’t as easy as it seemed that it might be….for me anyway.  But I think that is ok….or at least I hope it is.  I'm trusting that through love and communication it will get easier... 

One thing that I really realized this weekend is that I need to continue to make self-honoring choices for myself if this relationship is going to succeed....and that I stopped doing many of those self-honoring actions this past month.  Because isn’t it funny how once we become happier, our prayers become less frequent, the time spent on taking care of inner and spiritual self diminishes and our focus changes?  Or maybe that is just me….though I doubt it.  And it's not something that I'm proud of....just aware of....and ready to change.  So my intention with all of this is to take it all slow, take care of myself and honor myself and Jonny throughout this process....because I know that we are each so worth it....

When Jonny came to visit, he made me a CD to listen to and on the CD there was a demo version of "I wont give up" that Jason Mraz had made prior to releasing the song, and I like this version a lot because it is completely acoustic, but it also has different lyrics to it that the radio version doesn’t have.   The lyrics are below….and I love them because they encompass everything that I have been feeling lately….not giving up, healing a broken heart, knowing that I am worth it, knowing that he is worth it (that WE are worth it!), knowing that I am loved…..

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get dark

I'm healing this broken heart

I know I'm worth it...

I won't give up on us (no I'm not giving up)
God knows I'm tough enough (I am tough, I am loved)
We got a lot to learn (we're alive, we are loved)
Lady you're worth it (and we're worth it)
No, I won't give up on us (no I'm not giving up)
God knows I'm tough enough (I am tough, I am loved)
We got a lot to learn (we're alive, we are loved)
Lady you're worth it (and we're worth it)
No, I won't give up..



It is going to be a journey these next few months….but even though parts of it feels scary, it feels so good too….which I think is part of the scariness :-)

Lunch with some of the girls in my class

Take care of yourself this week. 
E

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Embracing the darkness


“One of the wonderful things about having adversity and difficulties and challenges is they will often show you a deeper love, a deeper strength -- something valuable that you didn't know existed, until whatever it took to overcome the challenges shows you what you didn't know about yourself, and what you were seeking.

That's a blessing.”

- John Morton


When I went to school in the beginning of November, I left the weekend feeling like I was flying high.  Life felt good, I went and played with my friend Greta in Oregon, we hand tons of fun, and then I went to a work conference in WA, entered real life and I crashed.  Hard.  I think that it is safe to say that I became officially depressed in November (not like I wasn’t depressed from July-now, but it seemed to get worse this past month).  For some reason in November, I felt like I should have been over all of this already, that I should be happy and embracing life and be over Jonny – I thought to myself, it has been 4 months already, I shouldn’t be so freaking sad – why can’t I just be FINE already?  But I couldn’t just be fine, and I can understand a little bit more now as to why I still can’t be just fine quite yet….

This time when I went to school, I didn’t leave the weekend feeling like I was flying high, which I think is a good sign.  I instead left the weekend feeling balanced, centered and very aware of the sadness, but with a better awareness and acceptance of how I can look at it and manage it.  I learned a lot this weekend and was reminded of some really important concepts – concepts such as It is OK to still be really sad….it has ONLY been 4 MONTHS….I was ridiculously in love with this guy for 4 YEARS, so just give it some more time.   I was reminded of this over and over again and by the end of the weekend, I think that it finally got through to me to have a little more compassion for myself and where I am at with all of this, because where I am right now with all of this is actually just fine.  I’m doing the best that I can and it is important that I remember to remind myself of the good things that I am doing such as exercising, showering, eating, meditating, working, having friends and brushing my hair and teeth before I go out with them, etc.  The hair brushing and showering doesn’t happen all the time, but the good news is that it is freakin’ cold in MN so hats are real stylish right about now….which is definitely in my favor…and all of this means that I am making progress and so I need to recognize and congratulate myself for that….which is something that I haven’t been doing enough of….

I learned this weekend that an interesting thing about grief is that one must cry all of their tears before they will ever be done grieving, and that this needs to be made ok, whatever the process for this is.  They said that if we don’t allow ourselves to cry all of our tears now, that we will have to cry them later – and sometimes that later can be 20 years down the road for people because they hold their grief with them for that long, until they finally can’t hold it anymore and they have to release it.  We were told that it is always best to express our sad emotions that are present, rather than trying to bottle them up, because we want to be able to resolve the issue now, that way it doesn’t have to come back to us again in the future.

What a relief to find that out.  Whew.  I was starting to get worried about all of this crying that I was still doing, but now I know…I still have more tears left to cry, and not only is that ok, but it is healthy because I am doing it now instead of later.  Thank goodness too, because I know with December hitting and Christmas coming, that the tears probably won’t be stopping anytime soon…but now that I know this, I feel better about it and a little less judgmental about the whole “oh great, I’m breaking down and crying in the middle of the day again” thing…. because now I know that with every cry it just means that it is slowly helping me to release the pain. 

I also learned that we finally stop crying when we come to a place of peace where we are able to resolve the issue within.  And we can get to this place through compassionate self-forgiveness and by giving love to the places inside that hurt, for healing is applying loving inside to the places that hurt.

Earlier this month I felt like I had stopped applying the loving to the places that hurt and instead I was just kind of going numb.  And I was, because for a while there I just hurt so much that I didn’t know what to do, so I spent a lot of time staring at the walls, just trying to go numb, because I thought maybe that would help.  I was so wrong.  Note to self: numbly staring at the walls, never helps. This weekend I reinforced that note, as I learned that it is important not to get into the pattern of numbing ourselves, because when we do that we don’t allow ourselves to feel the pain – yet it is so important that we must feel the pain, and to do so it takes a lot of courage and risk to look at it.  But if we don’t take the risk to look at it now, we will always have to look at it later.  So I decided that I can’t allow myself to go numb anymore and that I need the courage and the honesty to look at what is true.  Because we can’t be numb and be true at the same time, for numbness is just masking what is true.  And perfect vulnerability is perfect perfection, so I need to allow myself to go to that deep place inside that is really scared and bring compassion and vulnerability to it.  Even when the truth hurts, it is hurting in a way that is also showing me how to grow, how to dig deep, and how to take deep breaths so that I can remember that I am alive and can continue to keep carrying on.

And so, as the days only continue to get shorter and darker from here until Solstice on December 21st (the MN sun set at 4:21 today – it is dark), I know now that I just have to keep going through the darkness and embracing it with love, because I also know that I have a great light to bear, and that light will ultimately lead me through this all.  And I know that I can’t give up yet, because somewhere amongst all this hardship, I am coming upon a great lesson – a lesson of learning how to love myself through it all.  There are no mistakes, just lessons to be learned.  Hard, effing lessons – but lessons and blessings indeed.

Barusch Bashan – The Blessings Already Are. 


Saturday, October 27, 2012

Staying Awake



When I lived in Mexico, I never thought that I would miss it the way that I do, but it ends up that I do miss Oaxaca…..a lot.

I just returned home from an International Education Conference in Kansas. 

Kansas is very far from Mexico.

At those types of things, people love to ask you where you are from.  I had to always answer with “Duluth”.

Though, I seemed to always follow-up with “but I just recently moved back from Oaxaca, Mexico”, because the answer of “Duluth” never seemed to satisfy me.

I realized that having lived in Oaxaca gives me significance.  It makes me feel special, whereas Duluth doesn’t.  And when I get to talk about Mexico, it makes me able to miss it a little bit less, so I tend to like to bring it into conversation whenever possible.

I need to process my experience of living there, but I don’t know how.

The loss of Jonny happened at the same time as our transition back to the States and that loss overtook any chance of a healthy transition back and because of that only now am I beginning to process it.  The thing is, the only person that I want to process it with is him.  No one else understands on the same level.  So I end up missing Oaxaca and him together, which seems to make it worse.

Not only do I miss Oaxaca, but Latin America in general.  My heart aches for it and this reverse culture shock is a slow, confusing process, especially because I feel so isolated in it.

At this conference there were also tons of people there from Colorado.

I made friends with 4 people from Fort Collins.  I wished that I was getting on the plane with them back to Denver. 

I secretly envied them for living there.  I wanted to tell all of them that “I was supposed to be there too!!”  But instead I kept my mouth shut, because no one except for me really cares that I was supposed to live there.  The fact is that I’m not living there.  I need to work on living in the present. 

All of this makes me feel confused and like I am still wandering around lost. 

When will this get easier?

I cry in the mornings still – though not every day anymore.  I suppose that part is getting easier.  Thank God too, as I was starting to go through a lot of Kleenex.

This week I read a quote by Tony Robbins, he said “The only thing keeping us from getting what we want is the story that we are telling ourselves for why we can’t have it.”

I realized that I have a lot of limiting stories that I need to work through.  

The hard part is actually working them and letting them go.

I go back to USM next weekend; I’ll try to work them there.

USM gives me hope for the future.

Hope that life will be beautiful again.

Hope that I will love again.

Hope that someday I won’t hurt so much anymore and will no longer wake up with such a tightness in my stomach.

A French Proverb says “Hope is the dream of a soul awake”.

Here’s to hoping I continue to stay awake……




Friday, October 12, 2012

The Long Time Sun


This past weekend in class, our morning sessions would always start with a five minute meditation. During this meditation we were asked to send loving energy to ourselves and anyone else in our lives who could use some peace and love.  These people could be our family members, our friends, people who were distant to us, our enemies, our lovers, soldiers in war, etc. Anyone who we felt needed some extra love.  We would create a chalice in our heart and envision these people in that loving energy.   Whenever we would do that it would make me cry, and it would remind me of this song called The Long Time Sun that we always sing at the end of my new Yoga class.  The song repeats itself three times – the first time the message is for you, the second time it is for the people you hold in your hearts, and the third time is for your world.  Every time that we sing it during yoga, this also makes me cry and I end class with tears streaming down my cheeks.

Today I was given the opportunity and reminder to practice what I had learned for how to hold people in our hearts.  I’m not sure on this, but for reasons I can’t get into here on this blog, I think that today might have started out as a scary day for Jonny.  And this morning I woke up feeling nervous for him and I wanted so badly to text him, to say “I love you and support you” because I knew that it would make him feel better, but I also knew that I couldn’t do that, that I would be supporting him more by actually not doing that.  I’m working really hard lately on not interfering in his process and letting his inner wisdom guide him through.  We are also learning this at school – how to let people come to their own conclusions by just listening to them and not giving advice – because if you provide a person with the loving space to do it, they can solve most of their problems on their own, through their own guiding light.  And it’s true – we can.  We have the inner strength and guidance to do it. Jonny can do it, I know he can.  I can too.  But I have to let him do it on his own.  And so this morning, instead of texting him, I walked to the top of this hill and watched the Long Time Sun rise over the lake and I stood there and just cried.  I cried as I held him in my heart and just hoped that he could feel my loving coming through.  I didn’t know what else to do except to send love and strength to him and to cry for him, for me, for this bruitful life and for this entire process.  And a process it is.  Somedays life feels manageable.  Other days it still feels scary and sad.  Today was one of those days. So with that....may the long time sun shine upon me, upon you, upon all of us.....







May the long time sun shine upon you
All love surrounds you
And may the pure light within you
Guide your way on…..

Thursday, October 4, 2012

October is here....and so is school!


I’ve been telling myself for months now that life was going to get easier in October.  I've been telling myself this even back in Mexico, even before the big breakup happened.  I don’t know why October has had this magical feeling to it, but it just has.  I think that it is mainly because I didn't feel very balanced or centered within myself last year, and because of that I wasn't as nice or loving as I could have been to the people around me.  So I knew that when I started school in October that it would help to balance me out and that I would become a more wonderful Elsie again, and I was really excited to be able to take what I would learn, apply it in a positive way and share that positivity with others - especially with Jonny. And so a few weeks after the breakup did occur, I began to get anxiety as I would look into the future and see the long year ahead of me without Jonny, and so I made a short term goal for myself about October and continued to tell myself to “Just make it to October, life will be better then.”  And seeing that the date is now October, 3rd – I've apparently made it!  And, life is a little bit better than it was in July, which means that I am indeed moving forward.  The thing is, nothing feels radically different yet like I was hoping it would, as it has actually been a rather rough start to the month, but here’s to hoping it gets better….it is a long month you know, so I've got 31 days to get lucky. 

I keep praying for a miracle to occur this month, a shower of blessings, a grand awakening, or all of the above.  I’m not sure what it is going to be, but I’m really hoping that something great happens, because currently the only grand awakening that I’ve had thus far is the discovery of no-chip, gel nail polish.  And while I’m loving the fact that my polish no longer chips two hours after I have just put it on, that wasn’t quite the awakening I was looking for. 

One big thing that I do know is coming is that I’m starting my grad program on Friday.  This is probably the real reason why I’ve been so excited for October for all of these months, because by starting school I’m finally doing something for me again, for my development, and for my upliftment, learning and growth, and all of this equates to me becoming better.  I’m going to school at the University of Santa Monica for a Master’s in Spiritual Psychology.  It is a two year program where I fly out to CA for one weekend a month.  We have class Fri evening, and all day Saturday and Sunday.  It is going to be a lot of travel and a huge commitment, but I’m confident that it is going to be worth it.  And I know that through this I am going to transform and change for the better and hopefully help better the lives and relationships around me as well - that is the goal at least....

I received my books for the first quarter the other day and got so excited about them that I laid them all out on my bed and took a picture.  I’ve never been so excited for school to start before, but with these books how could you not be?  These are like the perfect books for me to be reading right now in my life, and how great is it that they were assigned to me through school?  This means that I will actually read them and probably finish them!  It seems like a lot of pages to read in one quarter, but from what I understand reading is the name of the game in grad school, so it’s about time I get playing.



Many people have asked me “What is a Master’s of Spiritual Psychology?  And what the heck are you going to do with that?”  I have never known how to explain it, but I just received an email from a recent graduate of the program and I felt that he explained it perfectly, so I am copying and pasting it here, so that you all will understand the journey that I am about to embark on.

     “The University of Santa Monica is the closest thing in the "real world" to Jedi training. Much like the seemingly magical guardians of peace in the galaxy from Star Wars, University of Santa Monica students are trained to harness the depths of their compassion, acceptance, intuition, wisdom, inner knowing, and above all else, Unconditional Love. However, there is a major caveat: the students do not train to become "more" loving or "more" compassionate. One of the main premises of the University is that it is impossible to become more of what is our very nature. I quote a poem from Rumi that is very much in unison with our teachings: "Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." Spiritual Psychology would add one more part to this poem: "And then dissolve them, resolve them, and heal them."

     I would invite you to visualize, if you will, how much you could get done in your day if you were not triggered by the "little things." I would invite you to dream of how clear and peaceful every day would be if that one thing that has bothered you your whole life (yes, that thing you're thinking of), no longer bothered you. I would invite you to picture what life would be like if that one person that drives you absolutely insane (yes, that one), was looked at as a blessing in your life instead of an obstacle. I would invite you to imagine if every single thing in your life that disturbed your peace was reframed as an opportunity to learn, grow, and heal.

     It's about here where most people cash-out, because they believe this is impossible. I don't blame them one bit. If this is you, I empathize, and I understand. I was that person, without a doubt.

     But, now I invite you to add one more formula to the equation. What if you spent, within two years, over 600 hours learning and applying the tools to work on those issues? What if you had dozens upon dozens of tried-and-true psychological techniques at your disposal? What if you had 255 willing and accepting students to experientially (not hypothetically or theoretically) work with you on those techniques? Lastly, what if you had the support and guidance of the wisest professors on the planet, a top-notch staff, and massive fleet of volunteers whose sole purpose was to support you?

     USM students have one thing in common: they are some of the most courageous people on the planet. They are people who have decided to face their greatest fears, their most insurmountable obstacles, and their biggest adversaries by laying down their swords and truly owning that any perceived struggle is within themselves. They have taken responsibility for all (yes, all) of their blames and victimizations and decided to work on the places inside that are hurt, rather than to believe that the world, or others in it, are the causes for their unhappiness.

     In two years, I have seen some of the most profound shifts in consciousness imaginable. In the spirit of speaking candidly and frankly, I will give some examples. I have seen victims of child abuse switch off the blame. I have seen miserable marriages turn into the definition of romance. I have seen trapped spouses leave abusive partners. I have seen artists become business people, business people become artists, doctors learn to play the guitar, lawyers actually showing up to work happy, and other such miracles. I have seen a conversation based upon heart-centered listening lead to complete freedom, and the most jaded and cynical egoist become a connected, whole, and peaceful being—that one refers to me, of course!

     What did my two years look like? In a nutshell: Joy, laughter, smiles, tears, high-fives, and hugs. The laughter of a perfectly-timed joke in a large-group sharing. The elevation of an entire classroom at a shared experience. The wide-eyes of a classmate who received an awareness through a quote, story, or anecdote. But, above all else, the love of a community that knows that the power to receive the answers to the big three questions, "Who am I?" "What is my purpose?" and "How can I make a more meaningful contribution?" comes from within.

     Plain and simple: USM is where miracles happen. Or, rather, it is where we train to bring out the miracles from within ourselves.”

So there we go, maybe I just answered my question of wanting a miracle.  Maybe by stepping foot in the door on Friday I’ll be embarking on the journey to finding the very own miracle within myself…..

Vamos a Ver.....   The blessings already are.


Sunday, March 25, 2012

4 years of truth

I've recently become obsessed with the blogger and creator of Momastery , Glennon Melton.  If you don't actively read her blog yet, you should (especially if you are a mom), because somehow her writing just makes you feel so much better about who you are as a person.  Glennon writes about the truth of everyday things, of her life, of her frustrations, her past addictions and how she overcame them, her love for her family, her God, and more than anything, she writes about the hard emotions that we all experience, but never dare to talk about  (let alone post it publicly in our blogs) for fear of cracking the perfect image that we think others have about us. But she writes about all of that and when I read it, it makes me feel good.  It makes me feel normal.  And it makes me think "thank you for sharing what we all feel at times, but never have the balls to write about".

And so today, I've decided that I am going to share some of my inner, private life with you all.  Because 4 years ago this blog started as a raw piece of who I was when I was getting divorced....and sometimes it comes back to that, but mostly it just shows the shiny, happy people that I'm spending my life with and doesn't express anything less surface than that.  And lets all admit it, the best blogs are the ones where people actually share their truth, as their truth is all something that we feel we can connect with on some level.  So tonight, I'm sharing my truth with you and will continue to share it in future blog posts to come.

Today is the 4 year anniversary of my and Tyler's divorce.  And it has been the easiest divorce anniversary to date.  The first three I cried - this year I didn't.  Success!  Leading up to this date I have been thinking about what I wanted to write and share with all of you and I decided that I am going to share parts of my application for the Masters program that I just applied to.

I recently applied to get my Master's of Spiritual Psychology through the University of Santa Monica (and I'm so excited about it), and with that application they asked me a TON of questions that I spent hours answering - one of which was where I had to describe an event in my life that was difficult and how I overcame that.  And so I have decided to share some of that application with you all, as many of you have been with me throughout this entire process and I want you to know where I am today.  But more than that, I want to bring back a sense of truth to this blog, because I know that even though many of you have never gone through a divorce, it doesn't mean that you can't relate to many of the feelings of loss that I experienced - as I know that many of you can - and so I want to share in that with you.



Parts of the application were pretty long, so I am only going to post it in a few different parts throughout this week, as to not have to overwhelm you with reading.  I'm nervous about sharing this, as it feels really personal, but part of me also feels like it is something that I need to do, as I hope that someone out there will benefit from it.

So goes: Part 1. And congratulations to me - cause I've stopped surviving and have started living again and it feels soooo good.

Love,
Els


11.       What has led you to apply to USM’s Program in Spiritual Psychology at this time?
Four years ago, on March 25, 2008, I sat in a courtroom, listening meekly as the presiding judge finalized my divorce.  Getting divorced, while without question was one of the most challenging experiences of my life, was also quite possibly one of the most freeing; I just couldn’t see it back then.  My now ex-husband was a medical student at the time, and I saw myself as his sweet wife who had committed to supporting him throughout his school career.  I had every intention of pursuing a Master’s degree but my husband told me that, due to financial reasons, the two of us could not be in school at the same time, so I was not allowed to enroll.  I resigned to his comments and pushed aside my dream of a higher education for the life of becoming a mom and caring for a family.  Our marriage did not last long enough for us to have children, and I was left devastated and lost after the divorce.
During my grieving period, one of my coping mechanisms was to sit and write down all of my life dreams that I now had the freedom to accomplish.  Of the items I listed, one of the large ones was to go back to school, but for the longest time I could not figure out what for.  Did I want to further my Communication and Psychology degrees from my undergrad and study Organizational Psychology, or perhaps continue my interest for international work and study Anthropology or International Education?  Nothing was clear. That is, of course, until I heard the woman from USM speak about the Master’s of Spiritual Psychology program.  As mentioned, hearing her speak ignited an excitement within me that I had not felt in a long time.  Finally I had found a program that fulfilled all of my needs, the thought of which resonated deeply within me.  First and foremost, this program allows me to grow spiritually, which is something that I have been craving deeply for the past few years.  Secondly, it fits with my current life schedule and profession.  I can continue working for ProWorld, yet also participate fully in an education that is dynamic, deep and interactive.  Third, I have the freedom, creativity, and additional life and global experience that will help me take this education and use it to fit best within my world.  I can apply it both internationally and domestically, utilize it as a manager, a girlfriend, daughter, or friend, and it is something that will be a profound investment in the rest of my life.  I feel that I will be able to apply this education to all areas in my life, both personally and professionally, for the rest of my life…and I love that. 
After the conference ended, I flew home to Mexico and excitedly told my boyfriend all about USM and that I planned on applying this coming year when we moved back to the States.  He fully supported the idea and agreed that this education would be a great fit for me.  So here I am, eagerly applying for this program.  I return to the United States in July and hope that, with acceptance to your program, I will be able to begin this transformational journey with USM in October.

     A.) What, if any, challenging events or situations have you experienced (including, but not limited to, abuse, violence, chemical dependence, divorce, anxiety or depression)?
In June of 2007, when I was 23 years old, I married a man who I had been in a relationship with for five years.  In December of 2007, just seven months into our marriage, my husband Tyler surprised me with the news that he wanted a divorce.  He would not talk to me about it, would not give me any reasons behind his decision, and had no interest in working on any problems that we were having within our marriage.  Three months later, I was divorced.  It all happened so quickly; psychologists told me that I was experiencing the type of grief similar to that of someone who had experienced the sudden death of a loved one.  I went through many different negative feelings during this time: shock, anger, sadness, depression, obsession, shame and grief.  Not only did the news of the divorce have severe mental effects on me, but physical ones as well.  I lost about 20 pounds in the first two weeks of our separation and struggled to make meals for myself in the weeks after that, which only prolonged the weight loss.   I cried myself to sleep often and needed to have my parents call me every morning for about three months to ensure that I would get out of bed.   I was severely depressed throughout this time and struggled with bouts of it for about two years.  Throughout our separation, it became clear to me that my husband had been seeing other women, a discovery which created immense amounts of rage and jealousy within me.  Since then I have developed issues surrounding the areas of trust and jealousy, especially in my intimate relationships; fears that continue to have negative effects in my life today.
B.) Have you sought support or assistance to resolve or cope with these challenges?  If so, please describe and give your evaluation of the effectiveness.
During the time that I was getting divorced, I saw a therapist on a weekly basis and it was one of the best things that I could have done for myself.  She helped me become strong within myself again and move through my divorce in a very positive way.  I would often start our weekly sessions filled with anger and sadness yet, after our hour session was over, I would leave her office feeling lighter and more balanced.  She and I created small, yet tangible goals for me to accomplish each week as a way for me to maintain a positive focus on life.  She encouraged me to play my viola three days a week, as playing music was something that relaxed me and made me feel happy.  She put me on an exercise and meal plan so that I could regain my physical health, and also gave me a bedtime so that I made sure that I was getting eight hours of sleep every night.  Typically, I would not like such strict guidelines, but at this time in my life I needed that kind of discipline in order for me to pull through.  During our therapy sessions we would talk about dreams for the future – what were things that I could do with my life now, that I did not have the freedom or ability to do before?  I did not know it then, but the list of dreams that I wrote out one day alone in my kitchen became the stepping stone of a completely transformed life for me.  It is even one of the reasons that I am applying for this program today.  In conclusion, my therapist was an extremely integral part of my healing process and, was it not for her guidance and support, I honestly do not think that I would have made such a positive transformation in my life today. 
My spirituality and belief in God also helped me a great deal during this time.  I found myself reflecting back (and using) many of the spiritual teachings that I had learned throughout the years – free form writing, forgiveness exercises, meditation, and many other tools that would help comfort and balance me during this difficult time.  I was increasingly drawn to God and church in a very large way during and after my divorce.  As someone who was never raised to take part in conventional church services on Sundays, for about a two month time period I wanted to attend church with my friends every Sunday just to feel an extra touch of God and community while I was away from home.  Once I moved back home to Minnesota (my ex-husband and I were living in Missouri), I once again became very involved in the Movement of Spiritual Inner Awareness (MSIA) and Peace Theological Seminary (PTS).  I was lucky to be living in a city that facilitated many different PTS courses including “The Power Within You” and “The Travelers Through the Ages” taking both of these courses literally transformed my life.  They moved me to a higher consciousness and helped me release a lot of built up karma, pain and confusion.  I walked away from these two classes with a clearer purpose for my life, a stronger connection to Spirit, and a deeper love and acceptance for myself, which was all very healing for me.
One of the final and most important ways that I was able to get through my divorce was through the love and support of friends and family.  When I first found out that Tyler wanted a divorce, I was incredibly embarrassed and ashamed by the fact that I was only 23 years old and already getting divorced.  However, as I began to open up and tell my close friends and colleagues about my divorce, I found that telling people helped my situation immensely as it reassured me to know that others were caring for me, thinking of me, and sending me their love and prayers.  It was at this point where I really started to believe in the power of prayer. I guess I had always believed in prayer, but had never fully experienced its strength until that moment.  I could feel the love and energy of friends and family surround and protect me, and I had this inner knowing that the reason I was able to endure so much was because of the prayers, light and love that people continuously sent me.  I reached out and asked for hugs, meals, company, love, support; I received all of that and so much more.  I learned a beautiful lesson:  that there are truly good people in this world – people who openly share their love, homes, and wisdom and do not ask for anything in return.  Though this divorce was one of the most difficult experiences of my life, I also received one of the greatest blessings because of it.  I learned what it means to lose someone and because of that I have gained deep compassion and empathy and am able to share that freely with others.
 All of this helped to give me strength and love within myself at a time where I was feeling very alone.  Through the therapy, spiritual practices and unconditional love from family and friends, I was able to get through my divorce with much more dignity, strength and inner love than I would have otherwise without any support systems in place.  Through this experience I feel that I have transformed into a strong, independent and loving woman.  I am now learning to become more in-tune with myself while listening to the wisdom of my heart, trying to share the gift of love and compassion with others, as my companions did so beautifully with me.
C.) Please discuss how you have adapted or responded to these situations and how you perceive they may be influencing you now.
 Throughout my divorce, my dad continued to remind me of three important things:
1)      “Life would become good again and that although I could not see it then, I would become happy and find love again.”
2)        “Everything happens for a reason, even though I don’t know what those reasons are in this moment.”
3)      “God will never give you anything that you can’t handle.”
My dad was right, as my life has become good again.  I can now see why I was not supposed to stay married.   And God in fact did not give me anything that I could not handle. 
Two months following my divorce, I decided to check an item off of my “dream” list and go and volunteer in Belize.  While I was in Belize, I stopped surviving and started living again.  I found love and happiness and strength and a whole new sense of purpose in my life.  Belize opened up my life in ways I could have never imagined, and I know that if I had continued to stay married I would not be here in Mexico today, nor would I have had many of the amazing experiences that I have gained over the past four years of my life since my divorce. 
The main things that I have gained inwardly from my divorce are a deeper spiritual focus, inner strength and an understanding of unconditional love.  I also have a greater understanding of pain and grief and because of that empathy and compassion.  I was shown that even though there are people in this world who can make my life difficult, there are so many others whose tremendous hearts can wrap me up in their love, and I want to do the same for them in return.   
As I reflect on my divorce almost four years later I am able to fully comprehend how much better my life has become.  I feel happy, strong and excited about my future and can clearly see how I was able to transform a devastating event into a beautiful new life for myself.