I haven’t wrote on my blog from my own words since my head injury occurred in Costa Rica on May 11/2011. It’s been really hard to sit down and write about it; to relive the trauma and darkness that followed. To just focus. For those who don’t know, a rock the size of my palm fell from a 30 foot waterfall and gashed open my head as I was sitting in the water on a rock talking to a girl I just met. The ironic thing is about 30 seconds before the rock landed on my head I moved over to help this girl up on the rock so she wouldn’t slip and hurt herself…
‘In a second your life can change in an instant’
...As my head jolted to the side hard and I screamed out loud. The girl next to me wide eyed, in shock, says in almost a whisper, “we need to get you out of here your bleeding.” We start swimming towards the shore. I can feel warm blood trickling down my face. My hand is on my head pulling chunks of rock out. I am disoriented and everything is in slow motion. Time is standing still. I am in shock. Is this really happening to me? Blood. So much blood. Never saw this much blood before. I thought I was watching an episode of Criminal Minds or Dexter. As we approach the shore people are starring but no one is getting a towel to compress my head. My towel is far away. A girl runs to get my towel. Another girl is pouring water on my head. Another is getting an antibacterial wipe and wiping my head but the blood soaks it up. My ear is clogged, full with blood. Finally a towel on my head and I press hard. Now people are helping me put my clothes on and shoes on. A German couple is asked by a guy I met at the waterfall to drive me to a hospital. We need to hike out of the waterfall and there is no path; it’s through a dried up creek. Walking with a towel on my head through a rock filled creek; longest walk of my life. I am in shock. Is this happening!? I want to wake up from this dream. Get to the car it starts pouring rain hard. Driving to the hospital on slippery roads and I start to fade. I just want to close my eyes and sleep. So peaceful now. 3 people start talking loud and calling my name. I am telling myself in my mind you need to stay awake Pam but another part of me is like its so peaceful now, I just want to go to sleep. I open my eyes as my name is being shouted at me. As we continue to drive I see a funeral taking place up ahead. Tears start pouring from my eyes and I am now freaking out and scared. Is this a sign, is death knocking on my door, showing its face? Eran is holding the towel on my head, he is holding my hand, he is smiling, he is so beautiful, he is telling me I will be ok but I need to stay awake. Someone died and a funeral is taking place. That could be me, I think. Hospital in Cobano, Costa Rica. About 20 people waiting for a doctor. I have no passport with me. No one speaks English. Eran is now speaking Spanish. He is arguing with the doctors and nurses; I want to go to sleep. Finally they rush me past everyone into a room. Eran is translating. I just want to collapse and surrender...
They are cleaning the wound. It burns and stings to the core of my soul. I see a needle the size of a turkey baster. I start to hyper ventilate. I feel like I am 5 years old running out of the class room at school where they give the shots. I hate needles and this one is huge. OMG they are now freezing my head with this thing. My eyes are shut tight and I am squeezing Eran’s hand so hard. I finally open my eyes thinking it is all over and then, I see another needle with thread. OMG now they are stitching up my head!! I squeeze my eyes shut again whimpering like a small child. How can this be happening? Now I am angry, I am swearing. Fuck is my new favourite word. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you universe! How could I be having the best day and worst day all in the same few hours? Unbelievable… or is it? This is my life after all and it has been dramatic since my conception and birth...
‘In a second your life can change in an instant’
...As my head jolted to the side hard and I screamed out loud. The girl next to me wide eyed, in shock, says in almost a whisper, “we need to get you out of here your bleeding.” We start swimming towards the shore. I can feel warm blood trickling down my face. My hand is on my head pulling chunks of rock out. I am disoriented and everything is in slow motion. Time is standing still. I am in shock. Is this really happening to me? Blood. So much blood. Never saw this much blood before. I thought I was watching an episode of Criminal Minds or Dexter. As we approach the shore people are starring but no one is getting a towel to compress my head. My towel is far away. A girl runs to get my towel. Another girl is pouring water on my head. Another is getting an antibacterial wipe and wiping my head but the blood soaks it up. My ear is clogged, full with blood. Finally a towel on my head and I press hard. Now people are helping me put my clothes on and shoes on. A German couple is asked by a guy I met at the waterfall to drive me to a hospital. We need to hike out of the waterfall and there is no path; it’s through a dried up creek. Walking with a towel on my head through a rock filled creek; longest walk of my life. I am in shock. Is this happening!? I want to wake up from this dream. Get to the car it starts pouring rain hard. Driving to the hospital on slippery roads and I start to fade. I just want to close my eyes and sleep. So peaceful now. 3 people start talking loud and calling my name. I am telling myself in my mind you need to stay awake Pam but another part of me is like its so peaceful now, I just want to go to sleep. I open my eyes as my name is being shouted at me. As we continue to drive I see a funeral taking place up ahead. Tears start pouring from my eyes and I am now freaking out and scared. Is this a sign, is death knocking on my door, showing its face? Eran is holding the towel on my head, he is holding my hand, he is smiling, he is so beautiful, he is telling me I will be ok but I need to stay awake. Someone died and a funeral is taking place. That could be me, I think. Hospital in Cobano, Costa Rica. About 20 people waiting for a doctor. I have no passport with me. No one speaks English. Eran is now speaking Spanish. He is arguing with the doctors and nurses; I want to go to sleep. Finally they rush me past everyone into a room. Eran is translating. I just want to collapse and surrender...
They are cleaning the wound. It burns and stings to the core of my soul. I see a needle the size of a turkey baster. I start to hyper ventilate. I feel like I am 5 years old running out of the class room at school where they give the shots. I hate needles and this one is huge. OMG they are now freezing my head with this thing. My eyes are shut tight and I am squeezing Eran’s hand so hard. I finally open my eyes thinking it is all over and then, I see another needle with thread. OMG now they are stitching up my head!! I squeeze my eyes shut again whimpering like a small child. How can this be happening? Now I am angry, I am swearing. Fuck is my new favourite word. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you universe! How could I be having the best day and worst day all in the same few hours? Unbelievable… or is it? This is my life after all and it has been dramatic since my conception and birth...

Montezuma Waterfalls, Costa Rica
Before this tragedy happened I was swimming with this guy I met, looking at rainbows behind the waterfall, having a picnic and listening to him play guitar. A blue morpho butterfly was fluttering around and yellow ones were playing together landing on me. Jasmine flowers (my favourite) were all around me, the scent so strong and so erotic. This amazing waterfall beside me was soothing my soul as we continuously jumped into the water from behind it. Then I decided to crawl onto another rock to take a break. I am thinking ‘life doesn’t get any better then this moment.” I am in another place in time. I am taking it all in with each breath. I am completely present. I am completely at peace… I am… startled from my thoughts as I move over and help a girl up beside me… BAM, the rock falls…
A week later I am back in Canada with a massive concussion, as well as a severe kidney problem. Yes, 4 days after the rock incident my left kidney started to shut down. Every joint in my body seized up. I could barely walk and was in so much pain with a bad fever. I have never, ever been so scared in my life. I couldn’t feel the bottom of my feet and my legs were tingling every where. I went to another Costa Rica hospital and this time had a huge needle stuck in my ass cheek to stop the pain in my joints instantly. Concussion. Head wound. About to have kidney failure. Put me out of my misery right now….
Trungpa Rinpoche once gave a public lecture titled "Death in Everyday Life."
We are raised in a culture that fears death and hides it from us. Nevertheless, we experience it all the time. We experience it in the form of disappointment, in the form of things not working out. We experience it in the form of things always being in a process of change. When the day ends, when the second ends, when we breathe out, that's death in everyday life. Death in everyday life could also be defined as experiencing all the things that we don't want. Our marriage isn't working; our job isn't coming together. Having a relationship with death in everyday life means that we begin to be able to wait, to relax with insecurity, with panic, with embarrassment, with things not working out. Death & hopelessness provide proper motivation for living an insightful, compassionate life"
For the month of June and most of July I was pretty much on bed rest staying at a friends place. It was one of the darkest, loneliness times of my life and I have had many of those unfortunately. I couldn’t do anything. My body was in pain. My head felt this horrible insane pressure. Migraine headaches. Dizziness. Especially when I got up to walk. Electrical zaps going off in my head. Mood swings. severe anxiety, anything loud going on around me was like a war zone going off in my head. Short term memory was fading in and out. Light hurt me. I was depressed, I was angry; I was scared I would never be the same. I stayed in the dark in my room. I couldn’t do yoga to heal. I couldn’t even focus to meditate. I could breathe though, but in all honestly I didn’t want to anymore. But alas, the stubborn Pamela, who just doesn’t give up, chose to consciously breathe a lot in those 2 months. More then I ever have. I would direct the breath to my pain and try and heal myself. I was also popping pain killers’ everyday. I now know how people get addicted. They just want the pain to go away… they just want to be able to sleep…
Its been 5 months since then and I am once again on a road to recovery. Finding some amazing therapists, support from friends and family, and finally getting back into my Hatha, Restorative and Yin practice regularly, have helped balance me out once again. All my injuries and hard work over the past 5 years since my car accident went crumbling down when the rock hit my head. It reset all those injuries and pain as well.
I have had these near death encounters throughout my life. When I was two I went head first out a moving bronco into a gravel pit. As a teenager I had an outer body experience as a car I was in almost went over a cliff. Still have no idea how the car didn’t go over the cliff when all I saw was valley below as I watched from outside myself going over. In 2005 I was in a serious car accident that changed my life forever and took me down a path I had no intention of ever going. It ripped every aspect of my life apart; my health, my marriage, my self esteem, my weight, my purpose and meaning for living… I had finally come full circle since the 2005 car accident, when I was in Costa Rica for 3 months this year. I was feeling the best I had ever felt on every level. Then the falling rock…
What is the moral of this story? Honestly, I have no idea. I am grateful to be almost back to "normal." That I don’t have serious long term head and brain trauma! I am grateful that I didn’t give up when I really, really wanted to. I am grateful that in my perseverance the flood gates opened and re-routed my life once again and I am in a really good place and grateful for everyday and every breath. I am grateful for the silence and comfort of peace in my heart and in my mind finally. My back injuries that I deal with on a regular basis are a reminder of how fragile we are. That in any moment it can be taken away. My injuries show me what true boundaries are; they show me compassion for others suffering in invisible silence. They show me what the true essence of yoga and healing are all about. They give me uncanny perception of others pain and grief on an emotional, physical and spiritual level. My injuries are why I teach yoga and give myself so completely to every student who is in front of me. My injuries are a gift and a curse… the yin and yang of my life. Where would I be without them I wonder? It doesn’t matter. This is here and this is now. It is all I have. The good days are really good. The bad days I surrender and rest and do what I need to get back to the good days. Life is about finding balance. About loving and acknowledging ourselves and others completely. About embracing the gift of life even if it is filling you with fear and you do not know where it is taking you. We are all going to die. That is a part of the great life cycle. To embrace that and be fully aware of that, can change your perception and wash over you an abundance of peace to just be, to just live, to just be in the now. It is truly all we have…
A week later I am back in Canada with a massive concussion, as well as a severe kidney problem. Yes, 4 days after the rock incident my left kidney started to shut down. Every joint in my body seized up. I could barely walk and was in so much pain with a bad fever. I have never, ever been so scared in my life. I couldn’t feel the bottom of my feet and my legs were tingling every where. I went to another Costa Rica hospital and this time had a huge needle stuck in my ass cheek to stop the pain in my joints instantly. Concussion. Head wound. About to have kidney failure. Put me out of my misery right now….
Trungpa Rinpoche once gave a public lecture titled "Death in Everyday Life."
We are raised in a culture that fears death and hides it from us. Nevertheless, we experience it all the time. We experience it in the form of disappointment, in the form of things not working out. We experience it in the form of things always being in a process of change. When the day ends, when the second ends, when we breathe out, that's death in everyday life. Death in everyday life could also be defined as experiencing all the things that we don't want. Our marriage isn't working; our job isn't coming together. Having a relationship with death in everyday life means that we begin to be able to wait, to relax with insecurity, with panic, with embarrassment, with things not working out. Death & hopelessness provide proper motivation for living an insightful, compassionate life"
For the month of June and most of July I was pretty much on bed rest staying at a friends place. It was one of the darkest, loneliness times of my life and I have had many of those unfortunately. I couldn’t do anything. My body was in pain. My head felt this horrible insane pressure. Migraine headaches. Dizziness. Especially when I got up to walk. Electrical zaps going off in my head. Mood swings. severe anxiety, anything loud going on around me was like a war zone going off in my head. Short term memory was fading in and out. Light hurt me. I was depressed, I was angry; I was scared I would never be the same. I stayed in the dark in my room. I couldn’t do yoga to heal. I couldn’t even focus to meditate. I could breathe though, but in all honestly I didn’t want to anymore. But alas, the stubborn Pamela, who just doesn’t give up, chose to consciously breathe a lot in those 2 months. More then I ever have. I would direct the breath to my pain and try and heal myself. I was also popping pain killers’ everyday. I now know how people get addicted. They just want the pain to go away… they just want to be able to sleep…
Its been 5 months since then and I am once again on a road to recovery. Finding some amazing therapists, support from friends and family, and finally getting back into my Hatha, Restorative and Yin practice regularly, have helped balance me out once again. All my injuries and hard work over the past 5 years since my car accident went crumbling down when the rock hit my head. It reset all those injuries and pain as well.
I have had these near death encounters throughout my life. When I was two I went head first out a moving bronco into a gravel pit. As a teenager I had an outer body experience as a car I was in almost went over a cliff. Still have no idea how the car didn’t go over the cliff when all I saw was valley below as I watched from outside myself going over. In 2005 I was in a serious car accident that changed my life forever and took me down a path I had no intention of ever going. It ripped every aspect of my life apart; my health, my marriage, my self esteem, my weight, my purpose and meaning for living… I had finally come full circle since the 2005 car accident, when I was in Costa Rica for 3 months this year. I was feeling the best I had ever felt on every level. Then the falling rock…
What is the moral of this story? Honestly, I have no idea. I am grateful to be almost back to "normal." That I don’t have serious long term head and brain trauma! I am grateful that I didn’t give up when I really, really wanted to. I am grateful that in my perseverance the flood gates opened and re-routed my life once again and I am in a really good place and grateful for everyday and every breath. I am grateful for the silence and comfort of peace in my heart and in my mind finally. My back injuries that I deal with on a regular basis are a reminder of how fragile we are. That in any moment it can be taken away. My injuries show me what true boundaries are; they show me compassion for others suffering in invisible silence. They show me what the true essence of yoga and healing are all about. They give me uncanny perception of others pain and grief on an emotional, physical and spiritual level. My injuries are why I teach yoga and give myself so completely to every student who is in front of me. My injuries are a gift and a curse… the yin and yang of my life. Where would I be without them I wonder? It doesn’t matter. This is here and this is now. It is all I have. The good days are really good. The bad days I surrender and rest and do what I need to get back to the good days. Life is about finding balance. About loving and acknowledging ourselves and others completely. About embracing the gift of life even if it is filling you with fear and you do not know where it is taking you. We are all going to die. That is a part of the great life cycle. To embrace that and be fully aware of that, can change your perception and wash over you an abundance of peace to just be, to just live, to just be in the now. It is truly all we have…
‘Gratitude means thankfulness, counting your blessings, noticing simple pleasures, and acknowledging everything that you receive. It means learning to live your life as if everything were a miracle, and being aware on a continuous basis of how much you’ve been given. Gratitude shifts your focus from what your life lacks to the abundance that is already present’ from The Change Blog














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