Listen, Listen

“Come in,” she said. “This is your home.”

 

And that’s how it began.

 

I’d come to Dr. Carolle in a last-ditch attempt to understand what was happening to me: the anxiety, the forgetfulness, the bodily changes. I had no where else to go, that’s how it seemed. Until she welcomed me home.

 

I entered her house in San Diego’s hilly and florific Mt. Helix area and instantly smelled one of my favorite things on this earth: bean soup. With bacon. Home indeed. Dr. Carolle greeted me in a sweatsuit, with a hug, by the soup. Have some, she said.

 

But I was nervous and unsure and sweaty. She noticed. “Let’s have a tour.” And so we walked through her home, which she opens up to women (and men) at physical, mental, spiritual and emotional crossroads.

 

But they all are one. They all are one. Woven together, body, mind, soul.

 

We traveled the acre her home rests on, and let the fruit trees, rose bushes, million-year boulders, and flowing water ravish us.

 

Things can be good. Remember where you’re from.

 

 

 

Despite the rocks and the zen and the beauty, I admit it: I had doubts. I’ve been going round and round so long in my head that there is no exit.

 

Where am I to go? What do I know of peace?

 

“You are woman,” she said. “You are woman. That’s what keeps coming to me. I know you.”

 

And that’s how it really began.

 

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There’s so much I want to share about my visit with Dr. Carolle, and I will, I will. This week, even. But I hope you can understand: how does one encapsulate a life-changing day? I’m still working on it.

 

Meanwhile, here is a link to some of Dr. Carolle’s books. Who knows where they might lead you. Also, Dr. Carolle gives phone consultations. I don’t know, maybe you are me and can benefit from her wisdom.