Mafe Maria: A Creative Playground by Maria Q. Stultz
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So here I am again. After three weeks of heaven on earth, somebody ordered to kick me out for who knows how long… “Let her feel fear again”. I can’t say I’ve dropped as low as I was before the climb, but I’m definitely not at the top of the mountain any more. And this [...]
I’m thinking about our upcoming trip back to the Autism Treatment Center of America for an Intensive week… Same “challenges” than last year: A long day in airports, planes, and roads with a child and luggage, away from our kitchen. A single day to get there before our program begins (and a lot of money [...]
Continuing the story we shared last year, this video documents the last 12 months in Joaquin’s Son-Rise Program. Although Joaquin’s growth has been (and continues to be) amazing, this is mostly a tribute to the beauty of the process and the extraordinary people that have joined hands with us building and providing an optimal growing [...]
Christy Christensen (a certified yoga instructor among many other things) plays every week with Joaquin in his Romper Room. She is a volunteer of our Son-Rise program (our only volunteer at the moment), and a friend to all of us. She recently submitted this essay with her application for a scholarship for an advanced yoga [...]
I used to think that if you do Son-Rise perfectly, your child will have no option but to recover (as in, be fully “cured” of autism). I did this in order to motivate me to play perfect Son-Rise and put all of me behind the goal of Joaquin’s recovery. I took this belief in an [...]
Wow. I’m putting together what I’m learning about living cells from Bruce Lipton, with what I learned and keep experiencing after attending a Reconnective Healing seminar last weekend, with what I’m experiencing reading Penney Peirce’s “Frequency”… It’s all making so much sense, and just keeps validating my gut wisdom to keep discarding much of what [...]
There is this big fat fear I’ve had for a long time, that as I get older evolves in relationship to the people in my life, but the core of it is still there. And now that I find myself every day telling the Universe that I want to advance spiritually, that I’m trusting, listening, [...]
At the core of this belief there is the very big and fat red itchy theory that I may have planted in Joaquin the subconscious idea that the world is not safe; that he is not welcome in my life. Sometimes I’ve thought that Joaquin may have experienced the conflict I had as a stay-at-home [...]
Lately, my Son-Rise team meetings and feedback sessions with Joaquin’s volunteers have focused a lot around a holistic view of our attitude. Meaning, I’m not talking about what we do in the Romper Room only, but about the whole way how he live love, choice, trust, self-awareness, gratitude and happiness in our lives. The idea [...]
Today… Just as an experiment… Decide that you ‘re going to have an awesome day. There will be a lot of stuff out of your control, and no matter what happens, just today, as an experiment, you will choose to be happy and at peace with whatever situation is thrown at you; with whatever thing [...]
.post h3 {text-transform: none;} .blanco {font-size: .9em; font-style: italic;} Having embraced my unhappiness for the last three days, I emerge today peaceful, happy and loving, and ready to go on with my present life. And because I can see clearly now without the clouds of resistance and self-judgement, I also have a few words of [...]
The day I realized my 2-year-old son was (is) autistic, I felt death. Felt the weight of a curse. Thought I was being punished. Got angry and cried on the unfairness that my only son, for whom I had taken such good care since before he was conceived, had been damaged in such a way [...]
When you first find out that your child is (or may be) autistic, it breaks you in two. But then you realize that ASD is not a death sentence. It can actually be a very special gift, if you choose to see it that way. As a parent, you make that choice every day.
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