In Western culture shutting down our inner world to turn on the hustle is the acceptable norm over experiencing all the feelings. There’s a big difference between truly sitting with deep emotions and plastering on ‘happy’ to distract ourselves from our pain. Guess what? I’m not a proponent of counterfeit happiness.Read More
Yes, it's been ages since I've blogged. You don’t have to remind me, because I already have a pesky voice that says, “You should keep up!”
Being someone who supports women in casting off the restraints of conditioning that’s knocked the wind out of their sails and tamed them into someone other than themselves, I find "shoulds" tiresome. They’re only helpful if we recognize that they’re alerting us to something. It we pay attention to the signal, we might ask ourselves:
What’s the choice and what’s the abdication of one?Read More
There are a lot of things that aren’t in my wheelhouse. For instance, I’m terrible at math. I would never try to offer you my mathematical expertise. Want to witness a comedy routine? Watch my sister and I tally up a bill.
Sports? Not so much. I was raised by a single mom and I was usually one of the last to be picked for school sports teams. I don’t even understand football for goodness sakes. And all you OCD folks, I’m pretty darn sure I’m eliminated from your ranks, because I loathe house cleaning!
For most of life I have been arm-wrestling with the propriety police. You know the rule keepers that make up the rules and make sure everyone adheres to them. The policers that tell folks not to wear white past Labor Day, stay small and invisible, don’t make a scene, always adhere to respectable “good girl” behavior, whether it's your own hoop jumping tendencies or what others try to define for you.
For some years I worked my darnedest to appease these "policers", as if I might earn a bag of gold (middle child syndrome.) In the old days parroting was easy for me. I was an actress for heaven sake; I can bullshit with the best of them.
Then I recognized the ridiculousness of adhering to values that weren't mine. In fact, the least (doesn’t even make the list) would be the attributes of the demure and lady-like. When I'm all about getting untamed and free, why would I bow and scrape to earn approval I already possess by the mere fact that I exist?Read More
What woman doesn’t know the importance of her girl friends and the wealth they add to life? Two are better than one, because a friend is there to help carry the load, lift you up when you fall and be the one to make you laugh when you take yourself too seriously.
I have always loved doing life with women friends, but I’m also passionate about women awakening to the goods they carry, getting out from under duty and obligation, half-hearted living, and coming home to true identity.
There’s nothing I’d rather do than invest in and encourage a woman’s journey of discovering her dreams, a grand awakening of self-realization, learning to choose and navigate relationships with those who have her back, appreciate her intrinsic value and beauty and never fail to cheer her on. That’s the great stuff about sisterhood or what some have coined "sistering".Read More
I think a lot about sisterhood, women supporting one another and not tearing each other down. I haven’t seen or experienced much of this in my life, but lately the idea of ‘sistering’ has moved beyond my thoughts and personal manifesto into a growing conversation. The discussion around this concept might have begun with Glennon Doyle Melton of Momastery.
Like must of us, I have experienced many women who are threatened, competing with one another and covered over in shame. I have seen women guarded, pulling in onto themselves, or pulling others unto themselves to feel more powerful, because of their deep seated insecurities.