Having worked with many women over the years in small groups, workshops, or with individual coaching clients, it’s always heartbreaking when a woman begins to recognize the degree to which she has ignored her own needs. It’s heart wrenching when a women discovers that she has poured her life out for everyone around her, while investing in herself becomes an after thought. I too grieved my own recognition of the lack of attention I had given to myself at the core.Read More
Last night in The Rising Strong TM Group I am facilitating, we discussed the idea that the rationale mind sizes the world up into manageable bits and pieces, but our rationale minds often have an inaccurate scoop. There is a big fat opportunity to see beyond our present interpretations, to let go of well-worn grooves of entrenched belief, to get an upgrade to the story we’re playing.
“It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you into trouble. It’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so.” Mark Twain
When I bump up against ideas and thoughts that are not serving me, but are robbing me of peace, a sense of wellbeing and happiness, the only way out is to get curious and navigate through the illusion masquerading as truth.Read More
A few years ago I received a gentle intuitive message inviting me on a deeper journey of self-permission and welcome. Recognizing the degree to which I had shut off parts of myself was heartbreaking. The journey of welcoming myself back has been breathtaking. Allowing Spirit to rewire my thinking and detox my mind from old entrenched, life thwarting mindsets has been empowering. This has been the road to return to my true identity and often the coaching work I do with women.
Living from a place of deep inner congruence isn’t automatic. It isn’t formulaic or one-size-fits all. It requires a deep inner welcoming of parts of ourselves that we’ve shut off and shut down. Few people are willing to sit with their emotions, get curious, stay out of judgment and learn from what they’re inner knowing and true voice has to reveal.
Love is an eternal substance that supersedes all else. Defying what is comprehendible to the natural mind and sight, there is nothing that can hinder Love from reaching and apprehending even what is considered “unreachable.” Mysteriously supernatural Love changes and alters the most barred and reluctant hearts. There is nothing greater.
Words are mere vapors that lack the ability to truly define or describe Love’s reality, yet Love’s generosity is instantly distinguishable. We know the difference between what is real and what is half hearted or duty driven. Lovers always give more than mere slaves.
The springtime aroma of welcome and acceptance released by Love is immediately recognizable. It’s only when we’ve tasted and feasted on Love that we abandon that which is stale and regurgitated. Our palettes won’t allow us to go back to that which is rote, stagnant and toxic to our souls.Read More
It must have been my mom that instilled my love of color and why at one time I had orange sofas. It was my mom who exposed us to travel and seeing life through various cultural lenses other than one's normal surroundings.
I suppose she possessed a certain kind of restlessness, but many do who go on to explore unknown territory. There are often great treasures that exist beyond one’s scope of sight.
When you haven’t lived in the same house and same small town your whole life you might see things differently. When you’ve been blessed with the opportunity to travel and experience different cultures, you might not want to settle for status quo when there are clearly different options.Read More
We’ve stumbled upon something of great importance when we recognize the thing that we never tire of doing whether we receive applause, support, or finances for it. And when we’re able to stop judging ourselves, or determining our value based on other’s recognition, employment or validation of it, we will truly be happy.
For a long time I lamented over the lack of success I had experienced surrounding some of my gifting. Then being sidelined from most business activity for a season I found myself joyfully creating art, writing and supporting women despite the influx of revenue.
It was then that I recognized that no matter how the world defined success, I would always be successful if I showed up and gave myself happily to what made me come alive. It was then that I gave myself the self-permission, self-acceptance, and self-validation to define success on my own terms. This perspective has grown with me into busier times.
Yesterday I felt like I needed extra support. You know the feeling of needing an extra pair of arms to hold your own arms up?
Sometimes you have to be your own cheering section. Sometimes you have to whoop and holler and show up orange instead of grey.
Sometimes you have to go against the stream even when others are going in a different direction.
When was the last time you gave yourself to adventure? Has it been a while?
Can you remember a standout moment(s) where you moved outside the mundane and adventured?
When was the last time you gave yourself time and space to feel the wind in your hair and the sun kiss across your cheek. Have you given yourself time to lean in and listen, to apply mounds of nurture and the joyous celebration of ‘sistering’ your soul and spirit, lately?
Do you remember the last time you breathed in a lilac’s scent, like the waft of springtime romance, instead of pounding down the pavement of duty and responsibility? When was the last time you made beautiful, wide-open space for yourself?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.
What’s in the cave?” asks Luke. Yoda responded, “Only what you take with you.”
What one of us doesn’t enter the vulnerable dark cave of isolation, disappointment, anger, hurt and fear, alone? While standing face to face with the screeching shrill of our imaginings and italicized stories, we only truly face ourselves.
Many of us have spent a life time trying to out run the vulnerable darkness, redirected through pointed fingers, or flailing our way out of a deep resting look within, through busyness, perfection, attempting to control everything around us, acting out, or the sugary sweet niceness of denial.Read More