Life is good.

It really is. After spending 4 days with beautiful, strong, happy, and inspiring women down in FL, my spirit feels renewed and refreshed.

It was sad to say goodbye, but I'll be home again in less than 2 weeks for Dado's 90th bday party. Lots of fam time lately...which USED to stress me out, but now I look forward to it. I used to "run away" back to Colorado...but now I settle into the good things in my life out west and also look forward to the good things in my life back east.

It's true, as they say, wherever you go - there you are....so here's to taking the "good" with me wherever I go.

xoxo

I am lovely.

From Galway Kinnell's poem;

The bud
stands for all things,
even for those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on the brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within.

It's a Choice

I once read that compulsion and mindfulness cannot co-exhist. It's true that what we feed grows. And I can choose to feed compulsion by overworking myself, being disconnected, and setting unrealistic expectations for myself and others....OR I can choose to feed mindfulness by meditating, taking breaks during the day, slowing down, and taking deep breathes.

What are ways that encourage you to be mindful?

xxoo

I'm OK

Just a gentle loving reminder. I'm ok.

Just as I am.

Beginner's Mind

I was reminded today about the joy of Beginners Mind. When you first start meditating - what its like to first notice your breath, to notice the earth supporting your body, to notice tension in your shoulders, to notice the sound of a little fly in the corner of the room. Ahhhh it is so wonderful. It is like experiencing these things for the first time. The truth is we've experienced them hundreds of times, but they get buried under layers of life and distractions - blackberries, tv, driving, working, eating, thinking, talking.

So today I stopped. I pulled back, I disengaged for a brief moment. And I felt my breath. And it sweet. It was beautiful. It was calming.

I felt like I was home again.

Love,

me.

Dreams

What are my dreams? The answer to that questions seems to change somewhat from day to day. But a few things have been consistent over the years. Including wanting a career in health and wellness. It has been 10 years since that seed was planted, and though it has been slow watering it, it is finally beginning to bloom.

Begin Again

I sat and meditated this morning. Ok so it was only like 5 minutes, 2.5 of which I sat throwing Myrtle the Turtle for Kitsune to fetch...but, I put my butt on my cushion. Period.

You gotta start somewhere. If I want things to be different, I have to be different.

Duh.