It was a big week in New York City. I gathered with my Hay House author colleagues - Wayne Dyer, Louise Hay, Kris Carr, Gabrielle Bernstein, and many other radiant beings - to speak at the Hay House I Can Do It Ignite conference. My publisher announced that they’re producing a public television special about my work that will appear on PBS stations around the country - and that I’ll be going on a live tour with PBS. Hay House is also going to film a documentary DVD about Writing Your Own Prescription, based on what I teach in Mind Over Medicine.
Plus, the Dr. Oz Show producers met me and asked me to appear on the show to talk about healing health care. O magazine asked to do a feature on my work in the June issue. I spent four hours pow-wowing with supermodel and genius philanthropist Christy Turlington to noodle how we could combine our influence to spread the message of her nonprofit Every Mother Counts, as well as the message of my upcoming book Mind Over Medicine.
Then there were the bright lights of Broadway (we saw Mary Poppins), the buzz of 8 million people, my first glimpse of the new World Trade Center tower, the chaos of the Natural History Museum on President’s Day (I think all 8 million New Yorkers were in that museum on that one day), and the fact that I wasn’t able to work in my daily meditation or take my daily hike in nature.
It was a lot for this introverted country girl from a teensy little coastal town where the closest grocery store is a 20 minute Highway 1 drive away…
I told a few people that New York tends to “spin me out,” and that putting Lissa in New York City is like dosing Lissa with amphetamines, when Lissa needs Valium.
When Your Body Speaks
After talking about how “spinny” I felt, I hopped on a Virgin America flight back to San Francisco, and about halfway through the plane, I started feeling dizzy - first just a little bit, then very dizzy, so dizzy I felt severely nauseated. The only way I made it through the rest of the flight was by sitting rock still, closing my eyes, and breathing deeply so I wouldn’t throw up. When we got home, the Highway 1 car ride home only made things worse.
I’ve never had vertigo, and I’ve never been airsick, and I’m used to windy country roads that rarely make me motion sick, so the whole thing was disconcerting.
For four years of college, I sacrificed the “typical” college experience - casual sex, sorority life, keg parties, and late nights doing crazy things - because I was pre-med, had 7am lab classes, and needed to get good grades so I would be accepted into medical school.
After that, for eight years of medical school and residency, I sacrificed sleep, sanity, my health, my marriage, many of my friendships, and the financial security I would have earned had I gotten a good job straight out of college.
For two more years after I was a full fledged doctor, I sacrificed vacations and time off and the luxuries I had delayed for so long so I could collect cases for my OB/GYN boards and earn a difficult board certification.
Finally, at the age of 32, I had done it. I was a well-respected board-certified OB/GYN who had graduated from prestigious universities, and I had earned a full partnership in a group medical practice with a busy patient load and a six-figure salary.
In Part 1 of this 5 part blog series about manifesting your dreams in a more feminine way, I discussed how pushing/ striving/ working your ass off - being “spermy” - isn’t always the most joyful or most effective way to operate when you’re trying to bring a desire into being. Instead, I examine how being “eggy” by letting what you desire come to you might be an alternate strategy. In Part 2 of the series, I examined popular “law of attraction” notions in relation to such an idea and concluded that your intentions - and whether your desires are in service to the greater good - make all the difference.
In Part 3 here, I’m writing to all you skeptics out there, who think being eggy is for sissies, that striving less, playing more, taking time off, setting goals but surrendering attachment to outcomes, and trusting that the Universe will do most of the heavy lifting for you if only you align your desires with what is in the highest good for all beings is a recipe for failure.
In this post, I’m going to tell you a story about my own eggy adventure.
I thought I found my calling back when I was seven, when a chimney sweep found a nest of hairless, newborn baby squirrels I vowed to nurse back to health. Those squirrels were just the first of dozens of baby squirrels I raised over the next fifteen years, earning me the title of “The Squirrel Girl.” In the moment I saw them, I knew I was supposed to be a healer, and I figured that meant I had to be a doctor or a veterinarian.
Not until years later did I realize how broad the definition of healer really is. I didn’t know it at the time, but the truth is that healers aren’t limited to medical doctors and vets. I now know that they can be acupuncturists, nurse practitioners, herbalists, massage therapists, life coaches, psychologists, energy medicine practitioners, shamans, intuitives, and spiritual counselors, as well. They can also be lawyers, secretaries, school teachers, artists, writers, sex therapists, monks, and truck-drivers who practice their profession with love, compassion, and a cracked wide open heart, in service to Source. In truth, anyone who lives their life in service to others - is a healer - including YOU.
Those of you who know my story know the on-again-off-again love affair I have had with medicine, which I always assumed was my calling, until I found myself in a medical practice that required me to sell out my integrity every day. I’ve been honing that calling ever since I left my clinical practice five years ago. It’s still evolving.