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10 of 13 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Touching account of a remarkable woman, February 26, 2004
I never thought much of Jane Seymour, other than to think she was a pretty actress . . . her book, REMARKABLE CHANGES, certainly gave me a different perspective.It is a touching account of how she has embraced change, as well as such life-altering events as rejection, betrayal, divorce, near bankruptcy, and near-death experiences . . . I liked how she was quite candid about her life . . . in addition, she movingly told many other stories about others who have had to deal with such tragedies as the loss of a child and sudden blindness. I especially liked a section toward the end, in which she described a tradition her parents taught her: As little girls we were always encouraged to count our blessings. Of course what that implies is that no matter what happens, there are always blessings among the day's events to be counted. In my mind, that's what we do when we look for the gifts that change can bring. The last thing I do every night-and have done all my life-is think over what's happened that day, and what I think is going to happen, and then to think of how grateful I am for the things that have happened. I've taught my own children to do the same, and it's a lovely little ritual I often complete with my twins. And I love feeling that I can pass to my children the wonderful, enriching traditions my parents taught to me. Nice end to the day, actually. There were several other memorable passages; among them: All these difficulties have taught me something. As a result of feeling left out and separate, and later of losing my passionate dream of dancing, I began to see that although we don't always have a choice in what happens to us, we really do have a choice in how we react to what's happened. My reaction to being excluded was that I retreated into working hard at what I did. At the Arts Educational School, my parents couldn't afford the education I was getting. I was on a partial grant, and I was so incredibly grateful to be allowed to study what I loved rather than cope with regular school that I did not want to waste one second of my life and wanted to prove it to be the right choice. It's a feeling that's carried over to my life today. How grateful I am to live in the moment. When I was fighting my weight, years ago when I was in my twenties, I used another trick. I realized that the more I thought about the situation, the worse I got. The more I felt I had put myself on a diet, the more I obsessed about food, or rather, about not having food. However, I found that if I put knitting needles in my hands, or if I was embroidering, or even now, if I'm painting, my hands are busy, and it doesn't occur to me to put something in my mouth. When my mind is focused on being creative, the time flies by, and suddenly I think, "Oh my goodness, I haven't eaten anything for three hours." When she [her mother] returned home and the diagnosis was made, she went right to work on a will. Contrary to what most of us would think, Corinna said, "It was a wonderful, extraordinary exercise. Like being Santa Claus!" I can believe that because I've watched my mother do the same thing, with great joy. At eighty-eight years of age, she lives every day to the fullest, taking advantage of every opportunity and invitation that comes her way, but at the same time she's aware that she won't be here forever. Consequently she's been quite literally gathering up the gifts she has in her life and then slowly handing out treasures she's collected and things she knows we'll value. She's been doing this for the last few years-we've received things like my first ballet shoes or a dance outfit I wore as a girl, an exercise book from school, an award my father received. My mother is such a giving person, she derives great pleasure in sharing these gifts, while she's well, alive, and vibrant enough to take part in the excitement with us.
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