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The Irony of Our Power

Last week I had a dream that I was petrified I was taking my last breath. And then received news that someone I care about was starting chemo for lung cancer. I was distressed for the news and wondered about the timing of this dream. Did my unconscious know? I find I think about someone or something slightly obscure and then it pops up somehow. And again I am reminded of the power of the universe, the divine, and the mind.

I find an irony so compelling with us as human beings and our perception of our power. We truly can make miracles happen when we set our minds to it. And yet it’s what we decide will happen that is often our destinies. That we are infinitely more powerful than we ever give ourselves credit for is fascinating to me. And that in the constant need to control, we limit our possibilities exponentially.Theirony of power on Shalavee.com

Yet we also tend to think we have way more power than we truly do. We want to change everyone’s mind that we meet to sway them to our way of thinking instead of just being confident in what we believe and allowing them their beliefs too. We want to save people from themselves and swoop in to give them just the right “thing” they never realized they needed to know until we gave it to them. When all people really want to do is snuggle up with their misery and shut you out.

We have way more power than we give ourselves credit for and way less than we think we do. Here’s to figuring all of that out before we have no more time to enjoy our real powers or abilities. And hoping we allow ourselves an opportunity to just live and let live and watch the sun set and the moon rise.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

My Spring Soul Selfie Instagram Challenge

I have been a bit quiet on the keyboard for the past couple days. My brain exhausted and mulling over this past week’s Spring Soul Selfie Instagram challenge I hosted. Which is to say I came up with the hashtag #soul_selfie, created 7 days of prompts, and asked that people join in and post a picture and talk about their interpretation of the words in a deeper more meaningful way. And let me say that the results and participation blew my mind.Join Me For One Week Of Soul Selfies

Kylie's bluebells on Shalavee.com

I was sincerely nervous about leading something. I had mulled it over and knew that I love to dig a little deeper into my soul’s answers and hoped maybe other people might. I only slightly trusted that there were a few people who would join me who liked me and maybe pitied me. The turnout and results far exceeded my expectations.I will bloom Helen's photo

After sending out a private “pep-me-up-please” message to some friends, I dared to claim my intentions and I posted a challenge announcement. And suddenly people were saying “Yes” they would join. This was a seven-day commitment to post daily and read others’ posts but when I built it, they came.babzwrld's window on Shalavee.com

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They shared amazing insights and powerful memories. They shared sadnesses and gratitudes. They shared wonders and grief. And I was possessed by such a feeling of calm. This was exactly where I had wanted to be, reading and sharing and commenting on the marvelous words and thoughts of all these people.Graciel the souls in bloom's horse Oreo on Shalavee.com

Delicia's picture on Shalavee.com

I am immensely grateful that these near 30 lovely people were there for me when I stuck my neck out to do this. By the last day, my soul was filled to the brim. I read and took in their gratitude and just sat with it all quietly for a couple of days.

The things you fear most are in fact those things you really must get done. And once you allow for the first action, it will all fall into place.

I am extremely humbled that these marvelous men and women thought well enough of me to join in and I thoroughly enjoyed and was grateful for everything they offered. So much love goes to those people who validated so many parts of me. I was rendered speechless. Until next challenge.

If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

A DIY Life Plan

My life has been one big DIY project.  The term Do It Yourself recognizes ones ability to make choices and changes according to what you need to accomplish in the time and ways that fit your needs.  Doing it myself doesn’t mean I have to do so alone, it just means that I am running my show and am collecting my tools and resources as I see fit. And asking for help is still you carrying through with your plan yourself. The people helping are like wisely chosen tools.Eamon and Fiona at the tirepark on Shalavee.com

On my journey to find myself, I’ve asked for help from many therapists and counselors (aka “talking doctors”), each giving me a little something that I needed at that time. Therapists and counselors are the very best people to gather help from because they have no real stake in your game. They are a third party neutral and are there to help you make a plan without personal connection to your actions. My plan with my therapist is called a treatment plan. No you don’t have to talk endlessly forever. Yes, you can make goals with end dates with your talking doctors.

Problems in need of solutions have a way of popping up in life. Perhaps this process helps to keep us clever and honing our survival skills. Problems are a heart’s request to grow. A request to make a plan and so I do. I go to the library and search the stacks for a pile of books on the subject in question. I’ll asked friends, strangers, and neighbors for their opinions as I figure stuff out. I listen to their stories as they relate to me, pull out what I need, and then I make a DIY plan.Animals on a ledge on Shalavee.com

I’ve made plan after plan after plan, weaving them and my goals and intended outcomes into the next one, all the while collecting the knowledge I glean from each attempt. And ultimately, I’m coming to understand that I’ve always been worth fighting for and that now I am standing right next to me. I am solid and I’ve got my back. The worry and anxiety have dissipated substantially because one of my plans was to decrease them. Another was to increase self-esteem. There is slow but steady growth there too.

If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

In Your Face

I am large and she is small. While I tend to her needs these days, I am stooped down often sitting on a stool while I’m dressing, diapering, buckling, or scolding her. And I’m right in her line of fire. I am the sight-line, the moving target for her assault.

Toddlers are spastic. They get excited when they eat sugar, are cold, or have to pee. And when they’re excited, they are likely to mess with and shriek at whatever’s in their face. Which means me at bath time, me at diapering time (now done while she’s standing up out of respect), and me whenever I have to lean over to buckle her into the car seat. In Your Face on Shalavee.com

When we are face to face, apparently it’s an invitation to poke at me, shriek at me, cling to me, or whatever other action suits her mood. The other day she bit my butt as apparently my butt was right at her eye level. She’ll squeeze my cheeks (face), puts her hands down my shirt, and now has suddenly taken to assaulting me with kisses.

When you have children, you already give up your privacy while peeing. And considering the lack of privacy they have when they’re diapers are being changed, I guess turnabout is fair play. I remember when Eamon was about this age, he came home from his daycare and told us that the teachers had taught him about “persable space”. We still use that phrase. We still don’t truly respect it.In Your Face on Shalavee.com

So my thought is that soon Fiona is going to need the same talk about personal space and permission. Because however I ask her to respect my body will teach her to tell others to respect hers. While she is terribly cute, she’s also most annoying pointing her spastic attention cannon at me.

Until she says very sweetly “You’re a very good Mommy”. Where does she get this stuff?

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

Care For the Caretaker

Why is it hard to take care of ourselves? All the rallying I’m reading for our personal radical self-care reminds me that there’s a deficit in our self-priorities. But why?

I know our expectations of our treatment of self come from our environments, our upbringing, and our role models. I heard and saw my mother disrespect herself, deny her beauty and power by the way she allowed the world to treat her and her husband, my father, to treat her. I knew she was anxious and felt unworthy by the way she fretted about the world she lived in. for the Caretaker on Shalavee.com

From everything I’ve ever heard and learned, I know women’s roles are as caretakers. Our children are important, absolutely. And watching my husband ignore his body so often, I would wonder if any children would get their basic needs met if men were to be responsible for them. Not hungry until starving guy that he is. Not thirsty until dehydrated. No need to see the doctor until the emergency room visit.

So I concede to the necessity of the mothering to be handled by the caretakers, caregivers, and empaths. But what purpose does sacrificing our own well-being serve? Because if it’s all care for them and nothing for us, the children will be doomed to suffer from the same anxieties and low-self-esteem as the mother feels not valuing herself. And the cycle of depression and sometimes even self-hatred will continue for another generation. That’s no way to raise a well-adjusted next generation. Do as I say not as I do has never worked before. We need to be the change to see our children grow as stout resilient capable human beings.Eamon's concert on Shalavee.com

I say challenge the whys? Who does it benefit when I can not even prioritize my health, my feeling of beauty, my teeth or my bones or my psyche? How does it benefit my mother or my country or the next generation if I stay scared and meek and un-proud of my body or my skills outside of the parenting?

Gonna stand and stare at that one for a while.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter orPinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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