Di Ucci's Blog
August 10, 2020
Essence
So what do we find when we are down there with our headlamp illuminating the dark corners? If we take a seat on a large boulder that happens to be there waiting for us, it will show itself. It might come in the form of light or shadow, subtle or strong, but it will come. And when it does, know that it is your essence longing to be acknowledged, felt and seen.
Lately I have been wondering about mine because I have not been able to directly touch lives in the way I was used to for so many years, before Covid. I have been searching for what my essence looks like without the ability to do face to face work. It has been confusing, disconcerting, and at times, maddening. But just very recently it appeared in another form, through my writing, and how I can take that to another level. I see a level of service to others, albeit from this new distance.
Lately I have been wondering about mine because I have not been able to directly touch lives in the way I was used to for so many years, before Covid. I have been searching for what my essence looks like without the ability to do face to face work. It has been confusing, disconcerting, and at times, maddening. But just very recently it appeared in another form, through my writing, and how I can take that to another level. I see a level of service to others, albeit from this new distance.
August 3, 2020
Mining
With the Covid continuing to slowly creep across our landscape without a shred of "normalcy" in sight, my purpose here sometimes slips through my fingers like finely sifted flour. It lands on the blank page before me, begging to be redefined.
The virus has robbed many of the comfort of their routine, structure, tasks, projects, and feelings of completion. In other words, the identity that we have created for ourselves and those around us.
She is asking us to dig down into a much deeper place, where we might become reacquainted with who we truly are, without all the usual familiar trappings. Here in the silent stillness our golden hue can gently reveal itself, the treasure of you, just as you are.
This is what Olivia DeMarco's journey was about as she came face to face with her deepest insecurities.
Going to Empty: Through the Tunnel of Jealousy
The virus has robbed many of the comfort of their routine, structure, tasks, projects, and feelings of completion. In other words, the identity that we have created for ourselves and those around us.
She is asking us to dig down into a much deeper place, where we might become reacquainted with who we truly are, without all the usual familiar trappings. Here in the silent stillness our golden hue can gently reveal itself, the treasure of you, just as you are.
This is what Olivia DeMarco's journey was about as she came face to face with her deepest insecurities.
Going to Empty: Through the Tunnel of Jealousy
July 27, 2020
Lift Off
Here I am, writing my first blog entry. Where to begin? At the beginning, of course.
My novel " Going to Empty-Through the Tunnel of Jealousy" was written over several years while I was raising two children and working full-time. It was completed just over a year ago when I retired and moved to the stillness and peace of the woods.
The story came from those I was privileged enough to work with in my forty plus year career in human services, serving humans in the role of educator, mediator, trainer, facilitator, and nurse. During that time I worked with addicts, bulemics, runaways, high school dropouts, cancer patients, suicidal people, young women riddled with anxiety, and the list goes on and on. In other words, the walking wounded. And what did I find at the core of each wound, a defining deficit of self-love, sense of worth and feelings of being enough as they were. No mistaking it, those hungry eyes. They may have been different shapes, sizes and colors, but the bottomless gaping hole was unmistakable. I recognized it immediately because I had become intimately acquainted with my own. Hence, Olivia DeMarco, the protagonist of my novel was born.
Going to Empty: Through the Tunnel of Jealousy
My novel " Going to Empty-Through the Tunnel of Jealousy" was written over several years while I was raising two children and working full-time. It was completed just over a year ago when I retired and moved to the stillness and peace of the woods.
The story came from those I was privileged enough to work with in my forty plus year career in human services, serving humans in the role of educator, mediator, trainer, facilitator, and nurse. During that time I worked with addicts, bulemics, runaways, high school dropouts, cancer patients, suicidal people, young women riddled with anxiety, and the list goes on and on. In other words, the walking wounded. And what did I find at the core of each wound, a defining deficit of self-love, sense of worth and feelings of being enough as they were. No mistaking it, those hungry eyes. They may have been different shapes, sizes and colors, but the bottomless gaping hole was unmistakable. I recognized it immediately because I had become intimately acquainted with my own. Hence, Olivia DeMarco, the protagonist of my novel was born.
Going to Empty: Through the Tunnel of Jealousy
