“Kristine is one of the most knowledgeable persons I know when it comes to being able to inuit what is needed by a person or group. Her travels, education and vast experience working with others in a variety of settings has assisted her to be fully present and aware.”~Jeri S.

My Articles/Essays/Guest Blogs

 

Circling Home To Heart:  Alex Haley, author of Roots, said, “In every conceivable manner, HomeToHeart1family is the link to our past, the bridge to our future.” But what happens to these connections when family links are broken?  Asheville entrepreneur Lin Sharp knows first hand. Separated from her brother and two sisters as children, a reunion only last year brought together all the sisters. A few months ago, she reunited with her younger brother after not seeing him for 50 years…

Are You the Hero of Your Own Story? Seems like a strange question, right? Unless you hero of your own storywrite or read a lot of fiction, you may not even have heard of the Hero’s Journey, or thought of a story in terms of the hero at its core. But when it comes to real life, way too many people, especially women, balk at the idea of being the hero of their own story. It’s selfish, some say. How can I be a good wife, mother, friend, employee, boss etc., if I put myself first? We’re all taught (we women anyway) that to be a good person, we need to put others first, to be selfless to the point of erasing our selves and elevating the needs of others above our own…

What’s Your Story?: We love stories. Have you ever noticed that whenever a journalist Whats-your-story-longwants you to connect with an event or issue, or a politician wants you to flare your ire to sway your vote, they present their case not in facts, but through the prism of a person’s story. Stories connect us—and divide us. Stories propel us forward—or keep us captive in our perceived limitations. Stories are the vehicles that drive our lives. The story you tell yourself about yourself and the world can accurately predict your next move, your reaction to the next obstacle that arises in your life, and the outcome of the trajectory you travel…

Hanging On By Your Last Thread? Let Go!: We’ve all had those moments when it feels likeHanging-by-a-thread you’re hanging on by one last fraying thread—to life, to sanity, to something else. One of those moments came for me a few weeks ago when most parts of my life—family, health, money, time—all took a dive at the same time. At first, I did what we instinctively do—held on as if my life depended on that last thread. The result was a struggle on so many levels. There were the many emotional conflicts inherent in those fraying threads, plus, I was using all my energy to hold on to the status quo, even though it was the status quo was what was causing the problem. But you know that old adage that it’s better to dance with the devil you know than the devil you don’t. Then, I tapped into my deeper wisdom and did the thing that I knew, intuitively, was the best ways to work with these fraying threads. Let Go

Becoming Who You Are: The Spiritual Journey of Midlife Wayne Dyer said, “We are not jump_of_joyhuman beings having a spiritual experience but spiritual beings having a human experience.” The spiritual journey of the human experience is shifting your identity from oneness with your physical self and the physical world to an identity of oneness with Spirit and your spiritual nature. Seems simple, but there are a lot of bumps, bruises and skinned knees along the way. You don’t even get a choice, really. The spiritual journey is mirrored in psychological development, at least to a point, and at that point, you get to choose how you participate—or retreat—from the call of your spiritual nature.

A Foundation of Heart  The infamous “they” say that you teach what you most need to learn. As a learner who is also a teacher, I can’t claim to be an expert on living from the Heart-Treeheart in the sense that living from the heart has flowed easily and effortlessly, or that I aced a course in Heart Foundation that granted me an expert’s certificate. As far as I know, there are no courses in building a foundation from your heart other than the one offered by Life herself—that’s the one I’ve been taking, and I can tell you, it can be rough and tumble, and Life doesn’t grade on a curve…

Trapped in Time  Have you ever listened—really listened—to the stories your mother tells about you? They can seem to trap you in time, as, say, the three-little_pigstoddler who slipped away in a store and walked up to a woman in sandals, pointed to her toes and said “wee-wee.” An event that made perfect sense as a toddler schooled in the Three Little Pigs toe game, but from the way my mother told it, a moment of sheer mortification frozen in memory. A mother’s stories lock you in time because those early tales help create your early identity. And the stories you learn to tell from that identity can imprison you forever—or set you free. It is, after all, our stories that ultimately define us, and confine us…

The New “F” Word: Feminista  Remember the first time you said that deliciously illicit ‘F’ word? Yes, that one. You know you’ve said it, even if only to yourself. You probably learned feministain school from the boys whose older brothers inserted it like some wondrous new punctuation between every other word. Like sarcasm, the ‘F’ word inhabits one of the lower realms of wit and communication, but that doesn’t diminish the thrill of the first time it slipped past your lips. Even if you didn’t know what it meant, the taboo of saying it zinged through your being as a self-initiation into the power of shock value…

A Questionable Business  Have you ever noticed how asking a questionquestion moves you forward, toward more questions, more depth, a wider range of possibilities? Having an answer, on the other hand, narrows your options because of the way your mind works. Once you have an answer your mind pays attention to those things that reinforce the answer, and keeps from consciousness other options that might be great for you, but don’t fit into the spectrum of the answer…

Leap of Faith  Bungee jumping has been on my bucket list since I saw a magnificent bungee leap of faith by a woman who looked on the edge of bliss. She spread her arms, closed her eyes and did a swan dive off a platform that seemed a zillion feet off the ground. That was at least two decades ago and yet bungee jumping remains on the bucket list, undone, a theoretical adventure for some much later date…

Wild Things  Whenever we go for a hike in the woods, my husband carries a stick that he wildhorsesclaims is for taming a bear. Wisely, the bears have steered clear, but the gleam in his eye speaks to a vision of himself as a sort of Grizzly Adams. This theme, and dream, of taming wild creatures doesn’t stop with bears. He talks about adopting the squirrel that gnaws on our gutters, of training the coyote that occasions our neighborhood, of how fun it would be to raise a tiger from a cub. Not me. I like my wild things… well… wild…

The Art of Desire If you’ve been on this planet for more that ten years or so, then you’ve probably heard the evils of instant gratification—it makes you lazy, selfish, a bad citizen, Art-desire-2and the queen of them all, fat, to indulge your every whim. But I would argue the opposite. When practiced as a life art, instant gratification and desire can make you more focused, more selfless, a more authentic person, and yes, even thinner. If you watch a young child, their whole existence is about instant gratification, from eating to getting picked up, to needing to be changed they make their wishes known and the (hopefully benevolent) grown-ups in their life will snap to and fulfill the wee one’s whim. It was a great system, until you got a sibling or three, or started school, or otherwise began to learn that every little thing you want was inconvenient…

Rights of Passage  As a rite of passage for a girl to a woman, the process doesn’t get any more literal than her first menstrual period. The run-up, I recall, started in the 5th grade, Doin-the-Goddess-Dancewhen, after an inciting incident that to this day remains a mystery, the three teachers (all women) in our grade let the boys out to play football, herded us into a classroom, and, under pain of suspension, warned us not to tell the boys what they were about to say. It seemed like we were about to be initiated into some secret society or, at least, receive a profound insight channeled from the goddess Athena…

The Woodchipper of Love  I’ve always chuckled at the term “falling in love,” as if love were an accident, like falling out of a tree but, rather than risking a broken arm, falling in love love-130vrisks a broken heart. This terminology surrounding love, I think, makes people perform all manor of social contortions—Internet match sites, church and synagogue singles nights, speed dating— to position themselves on a precipice of the heart so they might, just maybe, fall into love the same way one might fall into a wood chipper…

Field of Streams  A friend of mine once told me that if a woman could reach back in time to before she realized that she were a girl, before she was domesticated and socialized, Mountain streamwhen her imagination knew no bounds, that she could tap into her untamed dreams, her innate wisdom, and know what she was born to do.
If the supposedly wise young me had gotten what she wanted, I’d now be sitting atop a camel wearing a spangly headpiece along with “I Dream of Jeannie” blousy pants and mini-vest, wielding a saber as the first woman leader of a Bedouin trading caravan…

The Gift of Receiving  As a field-test in human nature, I asked a two-year-old  which was giftsbetter, giving or receiving? Any guess as to the answer? With the promise of Santa just around the corner, receiving won hands down. Ask any two-year-old,  and they’ll tell you that receiving is a whole lot more fun than giving. But somewhere between this tender age and the time my clients get to my office, things have dramatically switched. I’ve yet to have a person for whom receiving was enjoyable, much less easy, although  everyone claims that giving is divine…

Artsy-Smartsy  I have a friend I turn to when I need insight into the burning questions of my life. She’s great at all things intuitive, though not in a Tarot-card reading sort of way. Mimi_surfingShe’s just seems to be able to paddle her inner surfboard into whatever muddled confusion I happen to be in, rise to the pinnacle of the wave to view it from the grandeur of the sky, then dazzle me with her twisty-turny surf-nastics as she rides that wave in to wisdom’s shore. You know, that place where, when you get there, you think, “well, duh, this is what I really thought was true, deep, deep down, all along.” …

Birthquake I had the most luscious gift as I stretched my eyes open on the morning of my birthday-dog40th birthday. No, it wasn’t a gourmet breakfast in bed, or a diamond bracelet on the nightstand, it was a voice—not my voice, nor my words—that announced in the center of my head, “The bullshit is over.” Yee-hah, I thought, not really understanding what the proclamation meant, except that it was accompanied by an extraordinary sense of peace and freedom. It felt like a mighty fine way to start a new decade. I didn’t give it too much consideration until the phone rang later that day…

Spicing up the Tropics  In the jungle of Papua, New Guinea, there are few options but to eat the local fare. My husband and I were posted in the craggy rural mountains of this png-kidsbeautiful but primitive island country when serving with the Peace Corps over a decade ago. Just north of Australia, New Guinea is best known in the US as a battlefield between the allies and the Japanese during World War II, and for the fading practice of cannibalism. Among historians, New Guinea is also recognized as one of the earliest centers of agriculture, with evidence of irrigation going back 10,000 years…

Tap into the Power of Metaphor  A picture is worth a thousand words. Images evoke a heart-hand-2deep inner response, perhaps a stirring from the innate beauty or shock from the content. A thousand or more words might well describe the image, comment on its artistic value or explain the meaning of it to another, but talking about an image doesn’t bring about the same inner movement as taking in the image first hand. That’s because words and images are processed in different parts of the mind. Pictures speak to the subconscious mind, a part of the mind that operates largely outside of conscious awareness. Language is the primary means of communication of the conscious mind, the part that is rational and logical, that plans and sets goals and sets out with the pure grit of willpower…

Are You Ready to Say Yes! to Life?

 

I’m no longer accepting new clients and recommend you contact the amazing Kevin Peer who also does heart-oriented hypnosis in person and over the phone.

You can find him at Inner Alliance . net

 

***Kristine Madera is a Certified Clinical Hypnotist and Hypno-Coach

***North Carolina has not adopted education or training standards for the practice of hypnotism, and so the statement of credential is for informational purposes only. Hypnotism is a self-regulating profession and licensed under the “Healing Arts” license issued by the State of North Carolina. In addition, the State of North Carolina only allows the term “therapist” to be used in conjunction with hypnotism for those who hold licenses specific to the medical and mental health fields. This is why I often use the term Clinical Hypnotist rather than Clinical Hypnotherapist while practicing in North Carolina. I am not a licensed health care provider and may not provide a medical diagnosis nor recommend that a client discontinue medically prescribed treatment.

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