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Heart Palpitations: Praying for Myself In Original Words of God – Aramaic

December 12th, 2016 by Stephen Bowling

by Dianne H. Timmering

I was having heart palpitations…

Does true healing or emotional freedom require the right words with intentional presence? On this occasion I said them in Aramaic – an original language of God and the angels…

Itlabbabi brati amar-na qum!

Take heart, my daughter, I am saying to you, rise!

The power of the Ask and the right words of prayer.

Let me explain – Most recently, after finishing the New York marathon last month, I have had some of my more irregular heartbeats, an occurrence that I have had for years even with an assuredly healthy heart. I tend to hold my breath when I am thinking about something, like I am on a plateau of a mesa in an Arizona spring, in a different realm of air, where I don’t think I need any, like I am okay in any depth of the ocean. But then suddenly I find myself without, and I realize I’m not breathing, but gasping, and an angry heart erupts.

Sometimes it’s intercession for someone, or flat out stress – The day of the marathon, for example, just before the race, I had a bad one. Now the stress of running a marathon, training, preparation, worry that you are ready, enough “goos” in my running belt?, have I had enough protein to endure, fear you won’t make it …, is an easy indicator that that was the cause. But the last one I had had while previously training was so beat against my chest that I had to stop running and almost crawl back to my house.

I know how to calm a heart. Breathing through it. Big gulps of what is given freely. Coaching myself.

A couple of weeks after the race, I was in hot yoga and had to leave the studio because of such an event. I suppose stress is a direct impact of influence on just how fast it flutters and how long it is, but then one day this past week, it felt as though someone was stomping across the sternum climbing up a hill, spikes in the snow.

In a study of miracles we are researching, I decided to employ one of the miracle patterns we have de-coded – the power of the Ask, the right words of prayer, how said, what prayer language, when, even the essence of the healing touch, trying to hear God on what to do about a hammering heart …

Zeli baSlama wahwaiti xalima

Go in peace, and be healed… He said.

I said those words over myself – a tap to my sternum, an Ask for healing, an affirmation in Aramaic that I was…. Itlabbabi brati amar-na qum!

With a rise (qum!) of suddenness, the pressure was gone and I could breathe. Gone, no more compression at all, and with immediacy. Only healed. Maybe it was physically and emotionally calming or both, but regardless the pain was no more and I could leap again.

To sustain my “miracle”, I discerned to continue to breathe deeply, meditate (working on this as a practice), be present to the condition, and take the supplement of turmeric – a miracle spice on so many different levels including brain health, mind clarity and a functioning heart…qum!

If more people understood they could pray for themselves, would we see more healings, more understanding of where to seek help, especially with the “right” words spoken over the need?

Aramaic words give me the control of peace. qum! Rise!

Salu witiheb ikon b’au wtiSkxun Mt7:7-11 Luke 11:9

Ask and it will be given to you, seek and you will find Mt:7-11 Luke 11:9

Amen.

Stay tuned for more – Fighting disease with the patterns of scripture and the words of God to harness miracles?!

“The Constraints Of Time”

December 2nd, 2016 by Stephen Bowling

A silhouette – a girl awakens; the woman free of old constraints; the relevancy of time to get there until the shadow fades.

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“Thank You To Our Veterans”

November 11th, 2016 by Stephen Bowling

To Our Veterans:
How do you say thank you to the men and women who fought for freedom, who risked not just a life but your time, purpose, even hopes and dreams in order to fulfill a mission, a spiritual call to defend the fruits of a nation built on the tenets of for, by and of the people. We are “those people” who you protected, fought for and in some cases, for whom your comrades gave their life. And in this explosive world of healthcare, we find ourselves energized and in full admiration of your heroic efforts, both in preparation and in battle. You symbolize what it takes to be tough, to endure, to understand that the foxhole is a place to replenish, to protect, to strategize and defend, and the battle line is the place to fight. And now it is our turn to fight for you, and with you.

We have a resident at Summerfield, Marion Carter, who is The Veteran of the Year in Kentucky! Local news stations are there now getting the whole story. Congratulations again! We have royalty among us. All of you are.

We think about all the emotions it must have taken, the self-discipline, the inner strength to overcome doubt, the courage to step out in battle, the decision to strike down the enemy, the ability to trust the plan.

Whether you are a veteran stakeholder or resident, we honor you – our thousands of veterans who kept and keep the bells of freedom singing, to ensure that this nation could vote and protect its democratic ways in this recent election, that choice is still ours, that our borders are impenetrable and that because of you, we are the greatest nation on earth, and we are free.

God bless each of you, and God bless our land!

Joe Steier and Dianne Timmering

“Why Louisville Is So Great” …. By Dianne H. Timmering

May 4th, 2016 by Stephen Bowling

The interoperability of Louisville—a boast for best city for jobs and the Kentucky Museum of Arts and Crafts: We are a full-bodied movement—restaurants, life quality, home uniqueness, neighborhood simplicity, city art, brilliant theatre, healthcare metropolis, UPS hub to the world, and 16,000 job openings … good ones.

Another reason why Kentucky boasts Louisville as one of the best U.S. cities for jobs is our cultural “reachings”, our budding artistry ….

Recently, I went to a most unexpected glorious celebration of the human element—one of triumph and dedication, one depicting the loneliness of an artist in their creation of the soul, knowing they could bend and create something out of a material that was never meant for or discovered for such a thing as a “wearable.” The art of the heart was worth the suffering to get from the soul and into the crafted pleat of a skirt, the still of a sleeve, the lift of a collar, the bead of a shoe. But these were no ordinary sleeves, or skirts, ruffles or shoes.

This was #KMAC Couture 2015—the night sponsored by the Kentucky Museum of Arts and Crafts, a title not worthy enough for the display of creative freedom that I witnessed as art lived in the embodiment of the dress, the construction of materials that were never meant to glide along the mellifluous elegance of the human curve or press into the sensuous skin.

The audience was us, the women of Louisville (and a few brave and stylish men). The “us” was gorgeous, clad in the clash of white, the din of expectation, a sea of lightness, airy like we were a pillowed cloud and whatever was coming through the curtain was going to float.

And float it did. The show started; it was a fashion show unlike any I had seen before.

Angst was in the tulle, hope in the sleeveless, bare of the vulnerable arm. Every cloak had a story, every piece a design the eye simply couldn’t get enough of. Details as exquisite in the front as they were in the back. Art from such unexpected mediums worn because they could be. Art reflected in the embodiment of the dress. The greatest expression of self.

The art of canvas, the harshness and lack of dexterity in the material and yet with truffles and waves molded into an elegance that became a most decorous evening gown; one that would find the party in the evening and could possibly dismantle into enough of a tent that if a young hangover got old, warmth and forbearance could be found in the heat of the bundle.

A gown made of broken teacups, time owned in a past era interwoven, sitting on the ledge of fabric, like they might on the edge of a cupboard shelf, but polished, vibrant and used.

Elegant beauty reminiscent of the 17th century English dress made out of duct tape. A Cinderella gown made of mini-marathon medal ribbons, of no value except to the individual who flees through 13.2 miles, but collectively make an invaluable moment.

A skirt made of matches.

A ball gown of mop heads, plucked from cores, flipped, dismantled, dyed into elegant threads along the husk of cardboard which carried the slight frame of the model, whisking her down the dusty path, a shine of elegance, its full skirt never forgetting where it came from and where it was going.

Centuries of style replete in silent materials of the day to day but repositioned to power up this glorious night in the city of many jobs and endless hope.

Every piece with worth, the eye of appeal. And then it was over and I knew I had seen more than a fashion show, but an exhibit of artistry that moved, flowed and flourished down the path of must. Because an artist, for we all are in our own capacity of depth, must be, or an artist dies. We must try, even if the piece fails because there is peace in the piece of attempt and then we try again. And that is good.

We are a city capturing the artistry of self where one can be unbridled in the brilliance of simply being.

Dianne H. Timmering, MBA, MFA, CNA
Vice President of Spirituality and Legislative Affairs
Signature HealthCARE Consulting Services, LLC
http://blogs.ltcrevolution.com/spirituality
Twitter: @Dhtimmering

“My Day at Memphis – Driving Spirituality into the Core of the Possible” by Dianne H. Timmering, Vice President of Spirituality and Legislative Affairs

March 30th, 2016 by Stephen Bowling

insertYou can find the Permission To Pray video for it on the Spirituality YouTube channel HERE.

Signature HealthCARE of Memphis is a special skilled nursing facility with a legacy of intergenerational love between the child and the grandparent, the bonding of time span by a look and a smile into the eye of one who wants to receive it.

The Bridges of Memphis was started by Corky Rodman, Administrator extraordinaire –one with a vision to define what quality of life could be, not what it was. A jewelry factory of purpose, an industry where residents sold their goods; the products, the fruits of their creative work.

Purposed again. I had not been to the Memphis market in a couple of years, healthcare a changing world from then to now, with the constraints of federal policy and state restrictions imposed upon those who actually take care of the sickest. But this visit was less about the new constraints of healthcare, though the chronic sickness grows. It was about the splendor of the healthcare workforce, the ‘can,’ the frontline clinical fighter, the warrior inside the battle. I walked around and got to witness their beauty – their indelible timelines, in that their lives commingled with the walls of the place because they had just been there so long. Others were newer.

The courses they had to take and practicums experienced were nothing like the actual experience of taking care of the sick and vulnerable who are simply beautiful folks who can no longer take care of themselves. On my visit, several of the nurses met together in the Signature Chapel; God called us in. We stood short and tall, uncertain of what would happen next, and the words began to flow as God directed them to operationalize their spirituality. They were called to activate their legacy of abundance, “pressed down, shaken together” to overflow.

Some began to cry. I told them we had compassion for them within the jewel of our Sacred Six, respect and love for the hard convictions of their work.

We showed them dignity and hope, patience for a bad day, renewed joy in a good one. We surpassed the spiritual core, dug deep, asked God to rid of us the hurt, to take away pain, to heal family members, to “bring” husbands in some cases, to bless, to protect, to favor, to open the package of opportunity because each was beautiful and brilliant. Each was worthy.

How do we drive the beauty of spirituality into the core of who we are, who each one is? How do we not forget that one shining moment of faith when we actually believed that the rain of blessings could happen? Spiritualty is, after all, about sustainability. It’s not just one moment but many, an anatomy of a thousand atoms connected so that belief and favor can happen in the life of the person impacted by torment, suffering, hardship.

The Signature Chaplain Tom continues the spiritual renewal that we witnessed that day in early February. Through engagement, prayer huddles, and in partnership with many of the department team members, Tom continues to drive the sustainability of abundance for this beautiful Memphis team. And we continue to see if it enhances stakeholder satisfaction and retention in the marketplace.

Leveraging hope impacts all around is like a stone on a gentle pond with concentric rings. If the stone falls, the rippled contagion happens and it keeps going, hardwiring spirituality into the nucleus of the possible—uncorked, day to day and very real.

Dianne H. Timmering, MBA, MFA, CNA
Vice President of Spirituality and Legislative Affairs
Signature HealthCARE Consulting Services, LLC
561.301.7401
Twitter: @Dhtimmering

Louisville Innovation Summit October 14-15, 2015

December 23rd, 2015 by Stephen Bowling

The Louisville Innovation Summit was held on October 14 and 15, 2015 at the Kentucky Center for the Arts in downtown Louisville. Dianne was one of the panelists for one of the “Aging With Vitality” segments entitled “Compassion As Innovation In Healthcare Delivery”. Below are details of the event with highlighted quotes from Dianne as well as pictures from the event. Panelists: Dianne Timmering (Signature HealthCARE) James Doty (Stanford University) Joseph D’Ambrosio (The Institute for Sustainable Health & Optimal Aging; University of Louisville, School of Medicine) Description: This is the era of disruption for the aging! What is now, what is possible. Never old-growing, perfecting living. Quotes from Dianne from Summit panel on Compassion Operationalized! “Compassion is specific. We at SHC have activated, operationalized the intention of compassion.”  “Compassion is an instinct.”  “I know an organization’s compassionate when talent approaches, specifically because they’re allowed to practice compassion.” “Don’t assume compassion is a one-way action.” “What do you think about asking for compassion?”  “Compassion is already there. It just needs to be unleashed.”  “Compassion is not altruism. It’s the point of listening, of touch. It’s very specific.”  “The center of pain and suffering isn’t solved with meds but compassion. It’s how our species will survive.”  “Compassion is the power of intention.”

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Welcome To My Blog!

December 12th, 2015 by Stephen Bowling

“All in all, the essence of love and the sanctity of respect, even in all our imperfections, have moved the mountains and rooted spirituality into the depths of the revolution, binding us, one to another.”

Dianne Timmering, Vice President of Spirituality, Signature HealthCARE, dtimmering@signaturehealthcarellc.com

Meeting with the Governor of Florida

November 2nd, 2015 by Signature HealthCARE

It started with a sheet of paper comparing Kentucky’s potential future economy with Florida’s existing one—their triple-A credit rating, tax reform, a better tort climate, “business infrastructure” and ‘right to work.’ It read like a businessman or woman’s opportunity to thrive in a climate which wanted them there. Or, if not thrive, have a reasonable chance to survive.

Kentucky doesn’t have ‘right-to-work’ laws and its potential economic impact for workforce expansion recently became such a relevant component of discussion that twelve creative counties have taken it upon themselves to change the law. It is now in court being challenged by a coalition of unions that it preempts federal labor law, outcome yet to be determined.

Florida Governor Rick Scott came and met with local and national KY business leaders with decades of legacy in the Commonwealth. With ears, they listened. It was a poignant moment that – when the state government fails to offer viable economic policies to keep its current businesses, secure the ties of legacy industries or have a standard baseline of good economic policies to recruit new business – there is pause of understanding why Gov. Scott showed up like someone who could save the day.

Draconian healthcare laws and excessive litigation …. The landscape for our once-affluent healthcare realm, is it weakening with the recent acquisition of Humana and nursing home companies handing over their keys?

So, I attend a political event a week later and KY senatorial leadership is discussing the real need for good economic policy, including tort reform, ‘right to work’ and workforce development. I bring up the fact that the Governor of Florida met with my CEO and me just the week before. The room heightened in intensity; the words, bullets of consternation.

Could it really happen? Might it take the power of one bold new governor to jumpstart these initiatives in a challenged and often hamstrung legislature? Is it time for a shift where tangible and brisk economic policy is the new fruit to battle the legacy of poverty that eats away at our workforce buoyancy?

In the end, in leaving the event, a senior political leader pulled me aside and said, ‘are you guys thinking of leaving the state?’ And I said, ‘no, we love Kentucky. We moved here because of Midwestern workforce values and the scale of healthcare depth. We want to stay! Be a part of a new healthcare legacy!’

And then the Governor of Indiana showed up the next week, on this side of the Ohio…

Team, if we are ever going to change our future inside the present moment it is now. VOTE!

“A Conversation With My Mom: An Introduction To Pallative Care”

October 29th, 2015 by SHC Spirituality

I recently came across this conversation with my mom in January 2012 which I had written down at the time, just after she had passed away in one of our SNFs. I wrote it down to capture her voice. The white page with black ink breathes her immortality and is a true treasure to me. Just like a buried light, it gifts me with her memory and I feel her presence, alive and well.
I offer this conversation to everyone to serve as an introduction to our new palliative care core service line. Being able to relive this moment is a powerful example of just how palliative care can Capture a voice in every breath of life. A voice can live long, ring in your ear as a reminder of warmth, of home, of direction, of comfort. The voice is a reminder not to forget, and to live…
January 9, 2012 – Had a good conversation with mom today . . .
I told her sorry that she had fallen and broke her ribs, that convalescing was tough; from there we may have discussed the rottenness of the disease [for she had Parkinson’s]. I just don’t know.
“Hello precious girl,” she said.
She reached out to hug me. I’m so glad she did.
“It is good being with you,” I said.
“It is good to see you,” she whispered.
 “You look beautiful,” I said.
“Look at that pretty face,” she said to me. And then she admonished. “Fix your hair.” (She was always saying that).
Mom told me just how proud she was of me. It meant so much.
I prayed in God’s name and by His stripes she was healed across her body. . .
We studied each other twice like she had so much to tell me so I said, “there is so much going on in that head of yours which you just can’t say.” She knew . . . maybe she just knew.
“You’re the best mommy in the world,” I say, because she could barely speak.
“I love you,” she said with a deep guttural breath, like the gulp couldn’t get out of her way.
Why didn’t I take the time to lie down with her that Friday? Can I forgive myself?
“Hi mommy,” I say.
“Hi precious,” she would respond.
“Hi mommy.”
“Hi Di.”
“Trust Me fully,” God says.
The vacancy in her eyes – so much to say, or nothing, or just peace, like her voice and thoughts couldn’t connect anymore.
I can’t pocket away the grief. I can’t put it in a closet. I can’t do anything with it.
But God knew. Together the 3 of us, dad, my sister, and I assembled the most amazing and beautiful package of love – dad doing his role, Linda hers, and me mine. Not one did more or less. We just did as God orchestrated from above. But God then who was she calling? (She passed with the phone in her hand).
I don’t think she wanted to die.
Did we give her up too soon?
I picked my home over visiting my mom too many times, or was it just rest after a long day?
I wish I could look upon her again-her sculpted face and red cherry hair.
Why didn’t I know she wanted grapefruit and oranges . . . I could have brought her some. . .
The grief I suppose takes one day at a time to process and God sweeps it away behind us as we release it to a new ecosystem of life and survival.
The silence feels good.
Hi Mommy. . .Hi Mommy, Hi Di . . .
She could reach out and touch my face because she could see it; I hope it was a light to her. I hope she knew how much I loved her.

“The Power Of The Ask” by Dianne H. Timmering

May 15th, 2015 by Stephen Bowling

My four-year-old niece Lola was on the phone with my sister Linda recently and was telling her about her day. While they were talking, Lola suddenly stopped and asked my sister how much longer did she want to talk because her favorite show was coming on and she didn’t want to miss princess Sophia’s slumber party with her friends. Linda paused, laughed inside, and then told Lola that they could be done talking so she didn’t have to miss her show.

And I thought about the power of ‘the ask’.

Lola’s ‘ask’ was honest, direct, and specific and yielded her the result she wanted. Do we do that when we are praying? I know I have found myself thinking healing prayers when I pray for someone on the prayer chain, but DO I ask? And I found that my answer was often no, I didn’t.

Joe and I were so honored to be able to present our early research on the power of the ask and frankly since we did that livestream broadcast we have been more aware than ever of the intent of the ask and the power around it.

I am now asking for the healing of a chronic sickness for a resident…

I am now asking for the healing of a motorcycle victim’s broken bone and an ease of pain…

I am now asking that God zap a devilish cancer of a distant friend…

Let us be bold, specific and honest with God as to exactly what our requests are. It might take another few seconds to put our requests or thoughts into the form of an ‘ask’ but take the additional time up-front, in both mind, thought and deed, and see if the result isn’t faster, more complete and fully sustainable.

Ask…for God alone knows the desires of your heart and see if that doesn’t open up special dialogue. “Talk to me” He says, “I will meet you there.”

Dianne H. Timmering, MBA, MFA, CNA
Vice President of Spirituality and Legislative Affairs
Signature HealthCARE Consulting Services, LLC

#shcspirituality; @DHTimmering