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Is the answer to just be happy?

I remember in my early 30’s picking up my very first self-help book. I was a mother of two children under the age of five. I was working full-time. I was exhausted and I was beginning to wonder what had happened to me. I had done all of the things I had been told to do, get a degree, get married and have children. All to end up living a life that didn’t include any of the dreams that I had had growing up.

A journey thru motherhood

This past weekend I drove to Phoenix to visit my adult daughter Courtney, it had been almost a year since I had gotten to see her in person. Weekly zoom calls, while a great replacement had just not been the way I wanted to be with her on her birthday!

Creating room for the feminine

I have worked for close to three decades in the business world, when I started in the mid-eighties, I was given messages that I needed to work twice as hard to stand out from the men around me. I was told to emulate the successful men around me, work harder, achieve more that is what would bring success in the business world.

Living from Fantasy

I was on a call with a friend a few weeks ago and we were talking about blog sites. She started to tell me about a blog site the whole premise of which is to allow people to capture the odd things they hear on the streets of New York. My initial response was something akin to “people actually do that?”

It’s okay but it’s not okay

It is over, the holidays, that period of time shrouded in a mountain of expectations. Expectations around how we show up, when we show up, with whom we show up. As I am positive, I am not alone in this sentiment, I wanted the holidays to be over, to be released from the expectations even though those expectations were mostly of my own making.

Giving Myself a Pass

I have sat down to write this blog several times in the last week and I just can’t get it out, each time I have ended up writing about the changes that I have going on in my life that are beyond hard, beyond emotional and freaking heart breaking and I end up in tears and knowing that I am still processing it all in a way that I just can’t seem to get out just yet.

The Power of Words

I have always enjoyed writing and reading. As a kid, I quite often had my nose buried in a book and my mind, body & soul lost in a story, to the point that often those around me would say things like they hoped there was never a fire because I may be so lost in my book that I wouldn’t notice. I have often wondered if it is my ability to get lost in story that actually may have saved me from the trauma of my youth.

Commandments of Connection

Thirty weeks ago, I flew home, at the beginning of a pandemic lock down that at the time I naively thought may affect my life for maybe a month or two at most. As I sit here today that feels like an absolute lifetime ago. These last thirty weeks have contained some of the loneliest and darkest moments as I have navigated some of the most difficult changes in my life.

Unconditional Love

Thirteen years ago, as I was completing my journey through the Medicine Wheel (an over yearlong transformational process that teaches the tenants of Shamanism in the Q’ero tradition of the Andes), I was also embarking upon the adventure of a new relationship. During the Medicine Wheel training I had learned of the Quechua (pronounced keCHwa) word Munay (pronounced MoonEye), the word Munay translates as “love and will”. This word and its meaning were introduced to me as the concept of Unconditional Love.