Megan McDowell is a mother of three daughters and lives in her hometown of Bernardsville, New Jersey with her husband, Eddie. She is a licensed social worker and had a private practice specializing in grief therapy for 12 years before starting Heartworks. Megan is a public speaker and shares her experiences of loss, renewal and the power of receiving and giving.
Dear Friend,
Thank you so much for visiting our website. I want to share with you a little bit about how and why Heartworks got started.
On the morning of September 11, 2001, I had just finished giving my daughter a spoonful of yogurt when the phone rang. It was my brother asking me if I had the television on. Life as my family knew it changed between that spoonful and the next. My brother-in-law, John W. Farrell, would not come home from his job at the World Trade Center. My sister Maryanne dated him since she was 16. They were married with four children, Kaitlin, Patrick, Molly and Colin. John had been like a member of my close-knit family since I was seven years old.
There are no words to describe the agony and numbness of that first year. I watched my sister struggle to catch her breath each morning. Day after day, my family organized the notes, flowers, donations, religious mementos and food that were brought to the house. Kids from California sent change from their piggy banks and money earned from mowing lawns. Funds were set up, car pools were formed and meals were delivered through April of that year.
I remember a sensation of sinking, usually when I would wake up at her house each morning and remember what life had brought to us. By the time I walked downstairs, coffee had been delivered and there would be a neighbor raking leaves. The phone would begin to ring and would not stop until long after the kids had fallen asleep. I stopped several times a day to say a silent “thank you” for the friends, neighbors, professionals and complete strangers who were reaching out to her. While the rest of the world may remember images of crashing planes and burning buildings, my nieces and nephews have memories of teddy bears made from their father’s shirts, games and candy being delivered to the front door, and hugs whenever they left the house. The show of kindness from all over the world would have brought us to our knees if we were not already there.
I cannot remember when it was exactly, but I remember clearly saying to myself that when we have our feet solidly on the ground again, I would spend the rest of my life paying forward all the kindness shown to my family. How could I not? My silent “thank you’s” needed to be said out loud and often, in a way that would benefit the world the way this kindness had affected my sister. September 11th was a very public tragedy, but people live every day with private or less known struggles. I wanted to create a way of life that encouraged people to pay closer attention to these struggles and to the power of healing available through giving. I knew that the scope of what I wanted to do would be impossible to accomplish on my own. I did not have the time, money or energy to pull off all the ideas I had. I knew I would need a group of people committed to the same ideas to bring these ideas to light. We had moved back home to New Jersey from Colorado in March 2003. I was making friends, but so much of what we focused on seemed so “on the surface.” I was joining in on too many conversations about “things” and other people. I would leave lunches with great women still feeling empty even though I had finished off a full turkey club and fries.
I had been through too much awakening and had been too vulnerable in the past few years to coast along in relationships that felt anything less than authentic. And so the craving for something deeper continued. The idea came to me that I had to develop something with based in spirituality. YIKES! WHAT? Discuss spirituality in a group of women? Talk openly about being conscious in our lives and steer away from gossip? Maybe I should just stick with a book club! But I knew I could never go back to anything ordinary again. Life is too short, and too unpredictable, and so the idea of creating a space for women to come together for wine, growth and good intentions began…
I’m so happy that you’re visiting our website. It’s here for you to use in your own life. Use any idea or inspiration that you find here in your own circle of friends, family and community.
In Gratitude,
