Jimi Hendrix, Hippies, Love and Creating Lasting Change on The Sheri and Erin Show

This episode of The Sheri and Erin Show was one day after we watched 2 documentaries on the Bio channel, one about Jimi Hendrix and one about hippies. We discussed how music impacts people and how everything is intertwined.

We are all connected and when one of us is bold enough embrace authenticity and creativity, to break free from “right/wrong” reality, it can impact many people for decades to come.

We discussed the power of love and the value of accepting people for who they are as well as the damage of judging and categorizing groups of people like “hippies”.

The hippie movement left a lasting impact on society at large, even on those who were not hippies. Hippies created a cultural shift in California that can be felt to this day.

We discussed the difference between Truth and illusions. One way we keep illusions alive is by being afraid, feeling guilty and clinging to something we heard or experienced a long time ago. We keep illusions and pain alive by bringing old memories into present day reality.

The idea that you did something “wrong” is what keeps you in bondage. The moment you forgive yourself is the moment you are free. You can choose to be “In Joy” and enjoy your life or you can stay in bondage to the past, it’s all a matter of perception.

Sometimes you have to acknowledge your pain and take steps to heal it. Not all pain and wounds can be washed over by thinking positive. Ultimately we are the only ones who can heal ourselves. Experience is the best teacher. Acceptance is the key to freedom.

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Creativity, Lady Gaga and Bullies on The Sheri and Erin Show

In this show we discussed how some people cut themselves off from creativity at a young age for a variety of reasons. Sometimes we are distanced from our creativity because of fear of rejection and disapproval or we learn to deny our creativity and authenticity because we have been bullied by others. Erin shares a story about her son and how he uses his imagination during play.

We discussed the role of creativity in innovation and the interview on OWN with Oprah and Lady Gaga. We discussed how our cultural contempt for creativity has damaged many aspects of our lives from family life to government.

We discussed how againstness and “right/wrong reality” create problems on a personal, professional and global level and how bullies suffer just as much as the people they bully. We discussed how sometimes we are our biggest bullies and the bullying we do to ourselves can often end up hurting others when we lash out. We discussed how living in the box mentally keeps you and your loved ones in prison and how to live free by accepting others as they are.

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The Impact of Music on Our Spiritual Self and a Tribute to the Power of Soul Train

Music is a great medium to evoke miracles in life and an immediate shift in perception. In this show, Sheri and Erin discuss the passing of visionary TV producer Don Cornelius and the profound influence Soul Train had in their lives.

Sheri and Erin discuss the inspiration that creates music and the inspiration it provides to listeners. Music can move the spirit in a way nothing else can and even instrumental music or music that is sung in a language the listener doesn’t understand can evoke a deep emotional response that can be healing and enlightening.

We were joined by singer/musician and creator of affirmationsforliving.net, Edwige Bigue and she shared the spiritual nature of music and the power it has to connect people.

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My Life’s Symphony: Fallout, Clean-up, Repurpose

At times, repurpose and refine go hand in hand. Said another way: the symphony of life has it’s high’s and low’s, and each aspect of life can be reused or refined over time. This inspiring video with Benjamin Zander is a great demonstration of the impact refinement plays in mastery. It has a underlying message which is “don’t give up”. If you keep at it, you’ll get better automatically.

Sitting still and practicing transforms the nature and quality of Life. Malcom Gladwell writes about mastery/refinement like this: “do something for 10,000 hours and you are a master.” In relation to Life I would say that means 10,000 hours of doing something a new way or practicing a skill can lead to mastery in that skill.

Just like sitting at a piano practicing scales makes you an improved player, your habits and routines define the excellence of your craft.

This is all moving in a very Harry Potter direction that could become confusing and overwhelming. So rather than pontificate to the point of boredom, I will do this; I will end here and invite you to review the story as it’s been told so far. See if you can make the connection between refinement, repourposing, mastery and resiliency. If not, I’ll be back next month to try and explain.

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Repurposing Can Help You Tell a Story Of Transformation

“One man’s junk is another man’s treasure” is how the saying goes. With repurposing you can turn your junk into a treasure. Open your mind and add a tad bid more creativity and you can also turn the worst parts of your story into something renewed; transformed.

My repurposing spurt started several years ago when I was dealing with difficult memories and emotions. I handled it like a woman and embarked on an insane cleaning spree. I didn’t really know what I was doing at the time. Was it Spring Cleaning, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or did I just need to clean and organize my way to my happy place?


What I felt deep down was that I needed healing. I felt the pain and agony asking to be released and I wanted to let it go. But it seemed hopeless and like I had tried everything already. I wasn’t interested in more therapy. I just wanted to enjoy life.

At least with crafting and sewing I could go to another world and block things out. But forgetting about everything…avoiding…came with it’s own pain. I knew that I was grieving my grandma and that I had a lot of “issues” about grandma as well. Those “issues” were impacting my ability to survive and thrive. How could I keep the good memories and at the same time release the toxic feelings that had built up after years of criticism and perfectionism?

I started with a few items I got from my grandma. I took what she gave me, cut it up and made something new out of it. It seemed like the ceremonial thing to do.

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I started with the Juicy Couture purse she sent me in the mail. Her health was declining but I felt the love that was delivered with the purse and I nurtured it. I carried that purse daily for quite some time and as I did, I felt grandma supporting her granddaughter and in her own magical way, giving the seal of approval for GAL-VanIZed.

The purse was pink with a huge butterfly on it and it had sequins and silver circles. Over time, it lost it’s luster as a purse, the bottom was dirty and I was ready for something new. Rather than throw the purse away, I cut it up into pieces and began the process of repurposing.

The little crown and zipper were sewn onto a jacket, the silver Queen’s scepter became a necklace charm, the butterfly became the design on a tank top for a toddler-sized teddy bear. Ultimately, the purse became a foundation for a color and style scheme that continues to show up in my wardrobe. See me any day of the week and I’ll have on something pink, something black and something with a circle on it.

Like I said, repurposing and creativity became a happy place for me but I knew I couldn’t just deny my feelings or my past. I had to practice what I preach and face my fears. So I set an intention to heal and I kept repurposing.

Grandma Power

As I continue repurposing, the story evolves further. Even now, with all of my grandma’s passed away, I can still repurpose the memories and tell a story of transformation. I can remember the love. I can live the legacy. I can put away the need to beat myself or anyone else up about the past and I can be thankful for those who made me strong and who inspired my creativity even as they condemned it. Their challenges strengthened me as a person and if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be galvanized.

The latest evolution of my repurposing journey is my “grandma necklace” It’s inspired by the grandma bracelet Sue and other grandma’s used to wear in the 70’s. I figure if grandma used to wear a bracelet to show me off, why not wear a necklace to show her off? I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for the feedback and training she provided.

Here’s a photo I took while I was coming up with grandma necklace ideas. The final product is different but has some of the same elements. Look for photos in an upcoming story post.

Grandma Necklace

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Repurposing: A Philosophy of Discovery and Storytelling

Sometimes stories from the past are not worth repeating and certainly not worth obsessing on. Yet no amount of denial erases history.
It’s as true of fashion and style as it is of life.

I tried to conceal my demons from myself by simply changing my hair, my zip code and my wardrobe. I attempted to erase the 80’s from my memory and successfuly (in my own mind) ignored the fact that there was such a thing as the 80’s or that I participated in it at all.

Facebook changed that. It turns out, you can’t deny that the 80’s existed any more than you can pretend you never wore polyester.

It was a little upsetting at first when my high school buddies started sending me friend requests. At the same time, it was liberating because my high school buddies didn’t have the same feelings about the 80’s that I did. They reminded me of fun and creative days and nights filled with music and style.

The days spent shopping at Goodwill with girlfriends were quality, fun days. The days on Melrose Ave. going in and out of every clothing and music store…good times indeed. The nights at clubs seeing local live music as well as acts from the UK were some of the most exuberant, joy-filled days on record. It was a moment in history and I was a participant. The experience shifted my view of life permanently.

What I remember about those days is the freedom I felt in regards to style. I was comfortable with spray-painting stencils on my t-shirts and jackets, cutting the sleeves off my t-shirts, sewing buttons and zippers and putting safety pins on everything.

The Punk Rock movement opened my mind to style possibilities and freedom of expression I’d never experienced. That had it’s bright side and it’s dark side. I had enough “dark side” in my childhood, that’s why I ran away. In the process of repurposing I discovered how to bring back the “bright side” of those creative days in the 80’s.

Repurposing entails taking the best, most usable parts of several items and combining them together. For example, a zipper off one pair of pants sewn onto a skirt. Sometimes repurposing is taking an item and turning it into something else like turning a CD into a clock or a dog collar into a choker.

Recycling items in this manner allows you to use what you already have and make something entirely brand new with no expenses incurred. The end product is the joyful experience of creativity and a unique item to wear, keep or give as a gift.

In 2012 I began a Spring cleaning of epic proportions. This entailed pulling items out of boxes and drawers, taking photographs of what we had and creating a visual inventory. What was old or unusable went in the trash. Old and usable items were considered for resale or repurposing. Bags and bags of items went to Goodwill.

Crass Hat, Zed Badges. DJ GAL-VanIZed

Part of the household inventory was Zed Records badges and badge designs. I remember how punkers used to wear badges as a way to identify other punkers, I wanted to wear little bits of history on my clothing for the female warriors among us, past and present.

It was while I was repurposing my clothes, my files and my life that I learned how to take the best aspects from each decade, from each story and make it a working part of my current life. With each round of cleaning and organizing came a greater clarity of what was worth keeping and what had to be discarded.

Some parts of my story are totally tragic. My dad took off when I was a toddler, my step dad is in prison and my other step dad killed himself. I was an emotionally disturbed teen and I ranaway from home. It seemed like the smartest thing to do at the time.

I didn’t realize that what I did when I was 16 would impact me for the next 33 years to come. I can’t go back in time and re-do it but I can repurpose it. I can stop pouring my energy into being a victim. Instead, I can use that same energy to marvel at the will of human spirit and the grace of God.

While I was doing the practical job of repurposing my clothing, I had the tactile experience of repurposing my story. Not just the punk rock days, but all the days prior to that. All the days that seemed like personal hell and sent me fleeing the comfort of my own home just to escape the terror. I changed the ingredients of my story and focused on strength and fortitude rather than victimhood and despair.

The truth is, a lot of things happened. Some of them hurt me to the core of my being and drove me crazy when I thought of them. I may have been crazy, I may still be crazy. But I’m the resilient daughter of a trucker; I can’t stay down for the life of me.

In upcoming blogs I’ll give examples of repurposing projects I did and how they helped me heal. Part of the journey had to do with capturing and organizing photos, another part came with cutting up meaningful clothing and style items and using them to create something new.

I started with a Juicy Couture purse my Grandma Sue gave me. That’s a story all in itself. For now suffice it to say, Grandma knew what she was doing even when she seemed like she was losing her mind. Stay tuned and let me know if you ever used repurposing in a storytelling or healing way.

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Lost Him, Lost Her, Lost it for a Long Time

It took me 15 years to figure out I was grieving. Even when I knew it, I didn’t want to admit it. Losing grandma and grandpa so close together was one thing. The double whammy came after decades of agonizing over the absence of my dad. Because we moved from place to place on a regular basis, it was impossible to keep a close friend. I experienced emotional overthrow; like getting hit by a train on the inside but remaining intact on the outside.

Even still there were signs.


It seemed like every time someone took my photo my eyes were closed. I was sleepwalking through life, even the highlights. I was angry most of the time, even when I was supposed to be feeling good.


In truth, I was heartbroken by the age of 2 and grief was a way of life for me. The only thing I can say is her death was the proverbial “straw that broke the camel’s back”. Or maybe it was grandpa’s death that did me in. All I know is that I was emotionally in another world. Grandpa and Grandma were both gone, forever.


Part of the turmoil came from the fact that I made grandma my savior and I put grandpa in a ‘holier than thou’ category. Sometimes, I felt like she was my ONLY hope and HE had the love I craved and I wanted it from him. I thought I could prove something to him about myself and girls in general once I got a Master’s degree and published a book. Yet he died without us even speaking about it.


My subconscious “cure” for lifelong grief was to be a perfectionistic, driven, control freak in every aspect of life. I was eternally in a state of misery. I was devastated and in denial. I dealt with it by working, and working and working. Taking time off to grieve wasn’t even an option I would entertain.

But eventually I just couldn’t do it anymore and that was a good thing. Because It was when I stopped doing so much helping and started doing more listening that I began to get some relief and recovery.

I was teaching the helping and listening skills class at Long Beach City College and it turns out, when you listen to people they will often talk about their family and eventually they will talk about loss. While listening to others I got the ah-ha moments and healing I needed. By seeing and hearing others I was able to see and hear myself in a way I could not by myself, in my own room with my own thoughts. I got the realization that I needed to deal with my grief and I got the courage it was possible. I asked for help and I took direction.

I no longer have the luxury of 15 years to spare. With the recent loss of my Grandma Sue and Momacita I decided to be more real about the pain of losing a loved one. I decided to handle it a different way. I shed many tears and even sobbed, don’t get me wrong. But on a day to day basis, I want to celebrate my life and to celebrate my loved ones by keeping the best of what I learned from them alive. I’m realizing that by allowing myself to grieve on the spot I don’t have to fall into the same pattern I did when my grandma and grandpa died. I don’t have to devastate and destroy my life because of loss, I need to learn how to deal with loss and move on because it is a part of life.

Some people might ask what to do next, how do you handle the pain? You can see a therapist, join a support group, write a journal, make a memory box, start a master mind group but whatever you do, allow yourself to grieve and give yourself some goals to help you get back into life when the time is right. Consider the possibility that you can enhance your life in honor of the person you lost. You don’t have to go downhill. Learn from others who have overcome tremendous loss, realize that it is possible.

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Since the time I lost Momacita and Grandma Sue, I try to focus on what they contributed to my life and to be grateful for their contribution. Momacita and I shared a love of music and my grandma always encouraged my sense of style. Music and style are now a focal point in my life. I appreciate these interests now more than ever. This is different than when my Grandma Bette died and I basically had a stiff upper lip and worked more shifts at my job. Eventually that backfired big time. Trust yourself, listen and find someone who will listen to you. You’re not alone and it’s not impossible.

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