If you’re like many of us, you take for granted that you have lots of time.
Time to live your life.
Time to build your dream.
Time to give back.
Time to make that special experience for a special someone.
Time to _________. You fill in the blank.
We all have dreams, desires and goals.
And we all, at one time or another, have taken the gift of 24 hours in a day for granted.
We think…. There is always tomorrow.
Until one day we wake up to news that’s unexpected that shifts everything right side up again (even though in the moment it feels quite upside down).
We think motivation is the problem.
We think the other person is the problem.
We think lack of vision is the problem.
The problem with that is that none of it is true.
Because YOU have the ability to conjure up motivation.
YOU have the ability to take responsibility.
And YOU have the gift of being able to open your eyes and heart up and SEE your vision.
It “just” requires action.
I had a small credit card size wallet I wanted to gift.
Someone in my Buy Nothing group raised her hand.
And for whatever reason, I was inspired to put a dollar bill and a penny inside. A bright shiny penny.
I was curious how she’d respond.
Ok. Back story provides context: I was gifted a lovely handbag from same Buy Nothing group. The wallet was tucked inside. It made for a lively, fun back and forth conversation, as I inquired if she wanted it back. No. I could keep it. I teased I was keeping the money…. we honestly had a good laugh about it. She’d included it on purpose, as she did not need it.
Was I hoping or expecting an excited, or maybe even confused, response or message?
I’m not sure.
I confess I was expecting SOMETHING.
Nope. Just a “picked up” message.
So I sat with what WERE my expectations anyway?
I was not necessarily expecting a thank you, but I confess, I was expecting a query.
We all have money stories and money...
January 2023 I thought I knew where I was going this year.
I reflect on this year as I begin to look forward to what I desire to create for next year.
With each choice made, all other options collapse. This is universal law. This is quantum physics.
I was focused and committed to my target.
Until suddenly, it was not that I wasn’t, it was why did I stop? So I took time for important self inquiry.
We don’t navigate our lives and our focused, committed desired outcomes in isolation. There are others that traverse with us… and when there is misalignment, well, the whole thing can fall apart. What I really want to say is it all falls to $hiT….
We need our standards to be non-negotiable. Because our standards and values become our boundaries. And sometimes when they are breached so egregiously that without even a conscious decision, our soul guides us all on its own and pulls you away …. and puts us back onto our True Path....
I didn’t know it, but the decision I made would change my life.
I saw the announcement about an event in a state I loved and I didn’t hesitate or give it a second thought. I said yes, clicked through and invested.
No second thoughts. No excuses. No what ifs or yeah buts.
This is the ease of making choices from a place of Knowing.
The event was like Going Home. It was so right I found myself wondering why I had diverged from this path? Yet I didn’t even ask myself this question in this manner. It was still cloudy, but my contentment was familiar and I relished it.
The result of the decision ultimately created a very real struggle — and many questions surfaced:
What does this mean (to me)?
What do I DO about it?
If I do go back, (change my mind) what will people think?
I honored this struggle and gave myself 3 months (!) before I could actually accept it inside my body.
Here are five tips for making any decisions, particularly difficult ones;
We are all in the same classroom, but not necessarily in the same grade.
This nugget came through in an audio drop this morning in my Caring For Your Sacred Vessel.
That was not my thought or wisdom, it just dropped in in the moment.
In the past I have made the mistake of assuming that because someone is in the same room with me around a particular interest that we are at the same level of emotional intelligence or maturity or whatever the case may be.
Last week it was shown to me again. I offered help to someone hurting and was lamblasted. (she asked for help - I've learned that the hard way too - people don't appreciate your wisdom even with their permission, let alone unasked for)
We were in the same classroom, but not the same grade.
We are all doing the best we can at the level we are at. We do not need to assume the worst in others. In fact, I believe it is our nature to assume the BEST in others, it just gets conditioned out of us when we have encounters with...
When I hold my grandson in my arms and give him a bottle … life stands still … I am only there for him.
We have a “ritual” — well, I have a ritual. I feed him in his room, while I sit in the rocking chair my father gave my mother when she was pregnant with me, and I am all his. No phone. No computer. No TV. Just Andrew and me. Eyeballs to eyeballs.
I look deep into his eyes and I can honestly say I have not fed him once where tears of deep emotion did not form. I am so grateful for the gift of this simple activity. And I am sad that his Opa is not here to experience this joy.
As he eats, I let him know I am here for him. He is always safe in my presence. I beam trust, love and the gift of presence to him.
Feeding him is not a task to be completed.
It is a gift. It is an honor. It is a holy act. It is what I call Sacred Mundanity. —Honoring the sacredness of the small, daily, seemingly irrelevant tasks we all need to do each day....
Pushing through because it’s the thing to do, or it’s expected of you, … doesn’t always work.
For the better part of 2+ weeks, my newborn grandson has struggled and I’ve allowed myself the flexibility to be there for him and his parents.
My target date to “get back at it” came and went … it just was not happening.
I have things simmering, but that’s all they are doing in the background.
Waiting until the time is perfect so the energy of the delivery is perfect and excellent so you can feel the authentic heart from which it is delivered.
And, as I write this, I realize that THIS is what is to drop in right now. Just this. A note to let you know I’ve been distracted with family.
In the end, completing that task, sending that email, will not matter.
Being there for family will have mattered.
Where are you putting your energy and...
In a traditional job when we make a mistake, you know what will happen. Wrists slapped, maybe called out in front of others around a boardroom table, perhaps even fired. (When I worked for a huge international company for a department President, he loved to send me to the principals office: the HR dude. And that was after he yelled at me. It was a joke, and the two of us (HR guy) would just sit and talk… At least I wasn’t decorating a desk for those moments.)
But with comedy the error is proudly showcased and shown over and over again. They are known as “bloopers.”
Wow. What a reframe.
What if you took your small or massive errors and failures and reframed them?You’ll always find the blessings when you take time to look for them inside the “failure.”
What if you take the lessons and leverage them in a unique, powerful, unconventional way?
Years ago I attended a Young Living convention and we could...
I met a Quintessential Woman last week. She is an embodied Jewish Priestess who exudes joy, grace, mirth. She lives and breathes her faith without pretentiousness. Her faith is her life; her life is her faith. She carries out her best practices without any show or need for attention. In fact, if I didn’t know what she was doing softly in the background, it would not be obvious she was doing anything. I believe most people didn’t even notice her actions.
I even heard her daughter ask her ‘mama, would you bless me?”
I didn’t even have time to ask her what that meant? Is it a daily practice for a Jewish Mama Priestess to bless her children?
How utterly delightful. And holy.
The world needs more women like this.
There were other women there who were the exact opposite — forcing their faith on the group as a whole. At the very least it was inappropriate. At the most …. well, I have lots of...
Budget retrenchment. 1982.
Another word for layoffs.
I was in that group of layoffs from a rather sweet job on the University of Minnesota, St. Paul campus. I’d been promoted — at a rather young age — and I had a “staff” of one.
Then I didn’t.
Remember the want ads in newspapers?
That’s where I found my entry into what I now know as network marketing.
I joined TransArt Industries, an accessory design company in Atlanta.
Art, color, creativity. Completely my thing.
It was easy; I built a team of others just like me and full fledged interior designers, lighting experts and more.
I had clients that wanted more. So I did all the things to be “legit.” I secured wholesale accounts with businesses that complimented each other.
Today, as I prepared for a B-roll photo shoot for a local consulting firm, I remember all this.
Early in my Interior Accessory Design career all the places to do business (buy the wallpaper, paint,...