A few years ago, I got a set of Oracle cards “The Answer is Simple” by Sonia Choquette.  Pulling a card recently, the message I got was perfect!

Okay.  So things aren’t as great as you’d like, and in fact, life feels like a big mess right now.  Not to worry – simply bless your mess and start over.  Whatever is going on at the moment, appreciate the fact that you created it…and because you did so, you can ‘un-create’ it as well.  Start by accepting that the situation at hand is your creation.  Maybe it’s not your intentional one, but it’s yours, nevertheless.  Until you acknowledge your power, you can’t use it correctly.

Ask yourself:  How did I get here?  What about the present moment isn’t working for me?  What about this is familiar and might be part of a pattern that I keep repeating and now would like to stop?  And the most important question of all:  What does my Spirit want to experience instead?

Once you reconnect with your Spirit, you can use your true power to begin anew.  Don’t allow your ego to refuse to take responsibility for creating your life.  It would always much rather be a victim of circumstance that the powerful creator of circumstance that it is.  The more quickly you take responsibility for your life and all its creations, the more quickly you can all your Spirit to correct the ones that are less than satisfactory.   This doesn’t mean blaming yourself for you dissatisfaction, which is one of the ego’s favorite pastimes.  That’s not constructive and will only dig you in deeper.  Simply study your situation and request that your Spirit free you from whatever creation you don’t enjoy – if you ask, it will oblige.

Inquiry:  What does your Spirit want to experience?

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So, I get stymied easily. I second guess myself.  I feel lost.

What would life be like if I let things be simpler, less complicated.  More ease, more grace.

Living here on earth sometimes isn’t easy.  I often don’t particularly like being here.  It seems to take so much doing!

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Then that guy in my mastermind takes over the meeting, despite it being my responsibility to facilitate, bitches, and then gives me feedback about being put off by my way of centering – of taking deep breaths, noticeable ones.   And somehow, this guy I don’t even really care for has ’caused’ a leak in my joy bubble.   What’s annoying is that I do keep rehashing my ‘shock and outrage.’     Ahh…my drama!

Anyway, enough of letting a party pooper pop my bubble!

I will say YES! to remembering my mission is joy and sparkle!

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Nothing is WRONG, but it feels like everything is just enough ‘off’ that I can’t keep everything together any more.   So where do I start to fix things?  Too many things call out “ME FIRST!”  So much so, it’s overwhelming!

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Tonight, we’ll be eating on the ‘good’ china!

A Special Occasion

My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister’s bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. “This,” he said, “is not a slip. This is lingerie.” He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. “Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least eight or nine years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion.”

He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. “Don’t ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you’re alive is a special occasion.”

I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the midwestern town where my sister’s family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn’t seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I’m still thinking about his words, and they’ve changed my life. I’m reading more and dusting less. I’m sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I’m spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I’m trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.

I’m not “saving” anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event — such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I’m not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends.

“Someday” and “one of these days” are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it’s worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I’m not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn’t be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I’m guessing I’ll never know.

It’s those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with — someday. Angry because I hadn’t written certain letters that I intended to write — one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn’t tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I’m trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives.

And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift.

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Delicate, yet strong

Glads are some of my favorite flowers.  Delicate flower, but bold and sassy!  Standing strong.  Standing tall.

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Why?

First, I have to believe that there are huge numbers of  women – lovely, gentle women -  who want to feel more alive, to be unabashedly, authentically themselves.  Women who carry a vibration of   gentleness in the world.  Women ready to hold not just the soft side of gentleness, but its unwaveringness, too.   Standing solidly in gentle.  Delighting in the whimsy and lightheartedness of it.   All that and being powerful, playful and paid well, too.

And I’ve set up a telesummit with these women in mind!   Really great speakers, helpful tools, good stuff for these women.  But, I’m stunned that this hasn’t struck a chord with more women.  Marketing is not my strong suit, but I expected more of a response.   As I listened to tonight’s call, I wondered, ‘Where’s Laura?  Why isn’t she on this call?  And Donna.  Seriously?  She would eat this up!  Why didn’t I tell her about it?’  How is it that these and other kindred spirits aren’t on these calls?   Looking for a better question than “what did I do wrong?” led to looking from a different perspective.  What could I do to connect with them?

First thought?  You could ask for help.   A messenger needs help in getting the message out.  A messenger is willing to look foolish and be thought inappropriate to get that message to the people who need to hear it!

And, now, I’m getting some guidance.  It sounds like one of my angels is telling me to ‘cut the crap’   Ask.  Ask everyone. Ask for help in connecting with these gentle women.  Ask everyone:  Who do you know who would be so much happier being a little feistier?  Who would love being gentle AND powerful, playful, and paid well?  Would you let her know about the Gentle Women’s Uprising – moving from nice but not noticed to: powerful, playful, and paid well.

The series, The Gentle Women’s Uprising  is on through this month.   Lots of great guest speakers who helped me along the way. Healing, encouragement, great tools.  And it’s a powerful way to connect with each other and The Gentle.  A simple step towards being powerful, playful, and paid well.

Find out more at http://gentlewomensuprising.com

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