Sleeping to awaken

I am feeling the urge to reveal myself, to myself.  I know of no better way to do this than to allow the words to flow out the ends of my fingers onto the screen, ultimately allowing me to discover who I have become.

Last week, in the good company of a loving and ferocious friend, I created space for myself to stop… let all of it go… and rediscover who I am, what is meaningful to me and the manifestations that feed my soul.

To my great surprise, my path to re-awakening was through sleep!  I slept day and night.  I dozed in spurts and lingered long in sleeps of 10 hours.  I did nothing.  My most strenuous activity consisted of reading Sea Sick (excellent – and very scary! – book).  And finally, when I woke up, I was truly AWAKE in body, mind and spirit.

I am different.  In this moment, I am at a loss for words to explain that to myself or anyone else.  And yet, I know.  It will unfold and come to me in the moments to follow.  I have been here many times before and have come to trust the force that it is for shaping my life.

My world is moving again.  The space of the last week has allowed movement of new discoveries, insights, considerations that exist outside the parameters of what has always been.  And once again, I have been reassured that there is always MORE.

In this moment, in this place and time, my life is fluid once again.  Without form or outcomes, the flow of who I AM in this physical universe is expanding again.  I am now deeply, profoundly curious about all that awaits.

At the end of 2010, the physical space of the WEL-Systems Institute will have completed its purpose.  Effective January 1, 2011, the Institute becomes a virtual presence – and is everywhere!  Long before then, the Affiliates will be in place and wherever they are, the Institute is.  Intersecting points of light creating a web of awakening potential.  In the coming days/weeks/months, we are weaving a web of powerful women.

I am awake – and ready for more.

Breathing is good…

My emerging future…

“Eleven different climate zones generate everything from lush rain forests to arid deserts, black sand beaches to snow-capped mountaintops. The Big Island is Hawaii’s biggest playground.”

I now better understand what so pulls me to the Big Island of Hawaii.  In many ways, I ‘feel’ just like that!

Over my lifetime, some have delighted in but most have been annoyed by my ability to be authentically one thing in one moment and equally authentically something very different, in the next!  Does that make me insincere?  Inconsistent?  Dishonest?

There have been times when I have felt great sadness in what I perceived to be such a ‘negative’ experience of me, by another.  In every breath, being authentically myself has meant being equally volcanic, snow-capped, rain-forested, arid desert, rocky beach and powder soft.  Like the Big Island itself, I am all those and not completely any one thing.

When I am on the Big Island, I feel home!  I feel free to be any and all things – from one breath to the next.  I track for the flow inside myself… for that mercurial state… that takes me from volcanic to oceanic; from rain forest to desert; from scorching heat to snow-capped.  And through it all, all of it is true.

How strange it is to me that we feel the need to collapse one truth in order to hold to another truth.  Is it that multiple truths cannot exist at the same time or is it that we have lost our ability to feel whole in the presence of such complexity?  Have we become so small that we are no longer ‘large enough’ inside, where we live, to be able to make room for multiple truths to co-exist?  As I write this, I am mindful that the Big Island is just that… BIG!  It is larger than all of the other islands, combined.

My life is changing.  Who I have been, who I have become and who I have yet to discover  mySelf to be are all different, all true and all equally authentic.  I have never sought any of it – I have always simply been found by it.

My work is changing.  It’s depth and breadth, it’s range and scope, and it’s intention and manifestation are finding voices of their own.  I still feel and have now felt for some time, the ‘hand in the middle of my back’ to say all that I have to say – to put on CD and video what I know is important to share – and then, to find my silence.  What does that mean?  I have no idea and yet I know it ‘feels’ right.  It feels like rain-forest and  arid desert sharing the same space – and it makes perfect sense to me.

It is interesting to me to watch/experience myself as I know with great certainty where I am going and yet, at the same time, have not a clue of my destination!  I only know that the path I am on will take me there.

In the midst of my own turmoil (easily imagined if I consider rain-forest and desert sharing space!), there is great calm.  In the face of uncertainty, I am definite.

In my movement lies the secret to reaching my destination.  To instead, sit still and think about it; to study it and seek answers about it; and to be unwilling to move without having all the details, will not take me where I need/want to go.

Movement is a sign of life!

In breath, there is movement.

Breathing is good…

Catching up to myself

It’s been a busy month!  I notice the date of my last post and marvel that it has been less than 30 days and yet, it feels like months have gone by.  How does that happen????

Things no longer unfold in increments but in leaps and bounds.  Having created the Group of 10 (a gathering of women who know, without a doubt, that each of them IS The One to make a difference in her own life; and to be open, clear, honest and direct in engaging with others to affect the larger ‘world’) in January of this year, acceleration has not only been the name of the game, it has become the games, itself!  Time has become meaningless, with what seems like the impossible unfolding without work, struggle or effort.  Space has expanded massively, making way for new thoughts, new creations and unprecedented expansion without the need for plans or strategies.  It just happens!

‘Authentic presence’ has moved far beyond a technique and become a way of life.  ’Invite and allow’ has developed an edge – and one that allows for more rapid and greater pixelation of an intention without losing the quality of Self-selection.

‘Transformation’ is no longer a longed-for and interesting ‘notion’.  It is a fact, leaving a trail of evidence that can be calibrated and pointed to with the sheer joy of knowing that life is unfolding as it should.  Transformation is no longer the exception but is now the anticipated and fully-expected outcome of breathing in and breathing out.

‘Letting go’ has taken on new meaning as we invite, allow and continue to move forward when others have chosen otherwise for themselves.  It is not about good/bad, right/wrong – it is about what we see and the eyes through which we do so.  That my eyes to not see what yours do does not, in any way, need to blind either of us to our own ‘reality’.  Sometimes, that means moving on, trusting that no one gets left behind.

“RIGing‘ has breathed life into those times, places and people that in any other way may have resulted in resentment, judgement and punishment.  It is what it is – and in that, there is the choice of RIGing or not.  I choose RIGing.

Things change.  People come and go.  New insights carve out new paths.  A single choice becomes the marker of an awakened presence – and the never-ending process of choosing, that of one determined to have awakening as a way of being.

Evolution by Intention shapes how I move through my world.  It is also becoming a framework from which so many others are discovering more of themselves and have become willing to ‘come out of the closet’ with this new world-view.

Intention 2009 continues to unfold.  Things are picking up speed, knowing nonetheless that it is not about going faster but slowing down long enough to have body, mind and spirit in the same place, at the same time.

More is coming.  As this powerful and compelling collective co-creation continues to grow and expand, the ripples are fast becoming the waves that coalesce into the tsunami.  As the ground of ‘what was’ shakes, gives way and makes way for a new place to stand, the waves increase in intensity of speed and flow, transforming all in their path.

My days move with lightening speed!  Every conversation results in profound expansion if/when I remember one simple thing:  is this the truth of my experience? When I am open, clear, honest and direct in standing in that inner truth, the holodeck of my experience morphs in an instant into the potential that I AM.  In that, my life is full!

Breathing is good….

Noticing my life

It’s been a busy day in the discovery department!

Reading blog postings by three amazing young women – Naomi and Lisa and Amy – and marveling at who they have discovered themselves to be!  Wow… in such a short period of time, their lives have exploded with their own genius.  Does it get any better than that?

Watching a great tv show as a world-renowned chef in NYC sniffs his way through a supply of white truffles. For me, it was less about the truffles and more about the expression on his face… the euphoria and sheer delight of his sensory array lighting up with the magic of it all!  As I watched him, I realized that my own sensory array is lit up by the thought of manifesting something… anything! – a rock, an apple, a leaf… in the palm of my hand.  Like he knows white truffles are possible for his dinner menu, I know manifesting something from nothing, in the palm of my hand, is possible for my life menu.  It’s just a matter of… of…. not quite sure what!  And I know it will be.

I read the postings on the WGGG – from Sarah and Lisa and others – and  feel such hope for us all.  I watch an unfurling of awareness and awakened presence that vibrates with life!  And I know that it will only grow and spread, given the power of contagion of an awakened collective.  And this group IS an awakened collective!

My conversations and thoughts have been filled with the awareness that December 21, 2012 is approaching.  I’ve been writing about it, sorting through my own thoughts about it, discovering just how potent – and sacred – it can be for the creation of that which sustains and expands life.  As soon as it is done, I will post on my website.

For now… for this moment… I am filled with delight, joy and awe at what becomes possible when women WAKE UP and claim their own lives.  From that, all things will fall into place.

Breathing is good….

The pause that refreshes

Tomorrow, I head for Toronto for a matinee, dinner with wonderful friends, a stay in a 5-star hotel…. and the pause that will allow me to leave my existing thoughts behind.  

It’s not that they’re not good thoughts or useful thoughts or even greatly beneficial thoughts, it’s that they are thoughts of a kind that have shaped my world and yet have, in some way, forgotten some part of me.  In my way of moving through my world, clarity comes from the body and the body leads.  For some reason and in some way, I need to just stop…. and let go. 

Lives changing all around me.  Conversations with those who have held their lives as hopeless, now finding a new place to stand.  Experiences held as impossible transformed in two hours or less.  At times, I stand on the sidelines and watch at the magic of it all and think to myself:  ”That’s not right! “ 

It’s not right that women should have to live with hopelessness and despair for two and a half decades when it can be resolved in two and a half hours.  

It’s not right that women should carry forward from childhood the legacy of parenting gone bad when their lives can be redefined in a matter of days.  After all, parenting is indeed, the gift that keeps on giving. 

It’s not right that the fear of letting go should be as great as the fear of holding on…. leaving only the nano-space along the edge of the sword on which to try to live a full and meaningful life.  Only in the exhalation will that space expand that we might find safety in standing in the truth of who we might become. 

In the last few days, one of the amazing women in my life has been greatly challenged by what has unfolded on the home front.  Far more than courage (and it takes lots of that!), it takes an unshakeable trust in your inner truth to stand alone in the face of the storm that brews on the horizon of parenting challenged.  In those moments, we can allow the events to define us; or we can discover how these same events are the invitation for us to grow into the full expression of our own ‘imagine!’.  In that single moment, we discover what we’re made of! 

And so, I am ready for the pause.  I am ready to allow myself to be carried by the moment of doing nothing… and just being.  I can hear it now:  the sound of my silence, the sound of my not having a single and beneficial thought, and the sound of the relentless pursuit of my own solitude.  

In the pause… in the space between the breaths… is where I’ll find myself. 

Breathing is good…

Living at mach speed

Almost three weeks since my last visit here.  I look at my calendar and count the days and am amazed that it feels like just yesterday….  How does that happen!?!?!?!? 

I’ve been working on creating the new series of Guided Reflections : 5 different topics of 2-CD’s, each.  I must say, there are moments when I get pretty zoned out… allowing myself to follow my own ‘advice’ and breathe… nice and deep… and allow myself to surrender to the truth of my own body… and then – ZAP!… I come to and remember that I’m creating these and not just enjoying them in la-la-land!   I then move easily back to the drawing board of my own inner landscapes…. 

Two days ago, I sat with my weird-and-wonderful mother, Lorna… still a delight in her 84th year… and recorded a conversation with her about how she has moved through her life with my Dad’s dementia.  Although he was diagnosed about 8 years ago and has been in a veterans’ residence for the last 7 years, both my parents knew almost 25 years ago that it had entered their lives and was nibbling away at the edges of my Dad’s mind.  It’s been a long journey and one that continues to have an impact on her life. 

Lorna and I settled into her sunroom and I pushed the ’start’ button.  An hour and 45 minutes later, we were still in conversation.  I could see fatigue beginning to set in, as we had covered many areas that brought tears and memories of better times gone by, as well as lots and lots of laughter!  That’s one thing that is always present with my mother:  she loves a good belly laugh!  

Today, Paul put the finishing touches to a 70-minute conversation that captures the essence of who my mother is.  My desire was to honor her for all that she has been and is in my life; and to offer her tangible evidence of her own genius.  Instinctively, she has moved through the challenges that come with a family member with dementia, with grace, compassion and humour.  She has cavred out her own path and, as our conversation reveals, it is one with a powerful message:  as important as taking care of my Dad has been, ensuring her own life has been at least as vital!  At 84, she’s still seeking to become more! 

This conversation led to another… one about a more extensive recording during the summer months that will become a legacy for her children and grandchildren.  My mother has always been The Storyteller of our ‘tribe’. I have no idea how, but this women can remember what I was wearing at my first date with my first great love!  Who knew?  And every detail is as meaningful and important and relevant for her today, as it was the day it happened.  

My mother knows things… stories about people and times gone by; introspective ‘takes’ on who someone was and who they’ve become; insights into the things that seemed to matter and the ones that really did.  Over her lifetime, she has seen her world transform in ways that those my age cannot fathom… from no television to the space shuttle!  These are not incremental changes – nor are their impact on the meaning of life. 

So, all that to say, Lorna is pretty happy with her new CD:  Dementia/Alzheimer’s: Living Differently.  

At 84, she is now a published recording artist.  Yet another milestone to add to her chapter in the Sekhmet Rising book which she wrote at 81.  I wonder what’s next??? 

Thursday, I step into the 3-day CODE Model Coach™ Certification intensive with a small group of powerhouse women!  We often joke about how people get nervous as they approach their program event with me, wondering just what we’ll go through this time.  For this little band of merry-makers, I’m the one that’s nervous!  These women are STARVED for more of what they’ve already found :  The Great Adventure of their lives!  Particularly for those coming out of the “Power, Passion and Purpose’ 4-day retreat, they are moving in ways and at a pace that will be just so thrilling for me to engage with them!  I can hardly wait for it all to start!

We’re also just putting the finishing touches to Lisa Weiss’s first CD with me – and I know it won’t be the last.  Wow!  That’s all I can say.   When it comes out, you don’t want to miss it. (Thanks, Lisa… it was GREAT fun to make that one happen!) 

So, time to get back into my own thoughts and get to work on the 4th in the series of 5.  Two are now complete; the 3rd is almost finished; and this next one is on ‘Energy, Chakras and Manifestation’.  I do so love the weird stuff…  

I feel so much better for having spent some time here.  I can feel so many people ‘out there’… following all the postings on the WGGG site as well as staying connected with life unfolding through the blogs of so many powerful, compelling and decloaked women.  My life is such a joy! 

Breathing is good….

I had a dream…

…. or was it a vision? Some might say its a ‘phase shift’ or drifting between worlds. Whatever it was, it came with an insight.

 I was awake and yet knew myself to be dreaming. The dream unfolded in great detail in the time it took for me to draw a breath.

 The world was in chaos. Massive change – unlike anything we had ever known or could likely imagine – was unfolding all around me. With each passing moment, we moved closer to the annihilation of this world as a gateway to the next. Like turning the page of a book, knowing that the next page would not be seen until it folded over and completely covered up the one that came before. Perhaps this has been our journey, all along.

 I knew I could fly. Gigantic wings had taken shape on my back. Frantically, I went from one agonizing person to the next, pleading for them to pay attention… to notice… that they were no longer the same; and that they could rise up from where they stood and remove themselves from the chaos.

 Most refused to look, not daring to risk that it might be so.   They spoke of the destiny of their dying. They spoke of punishment and retribution; of getting what they deserved. They spoke of hopelessness and futility; of the essential end that was unfolding where we stood. They refused to look and so their inability to see became their reality.

Others moved from their belly to their knees… sensing the weight on their back… feeling the movement of something pressing against them. Still, they would not look. They spoke of fatigue and despair; of their time having come and of their lost interest in having any life course through their exhausted body.

 Still others stood and felt and knew… yet they stood still. They spoke of their fear…. fear of trusting… fear of failing… and the fear of being alone. What if they fell? What if they went the wrong way? How could they leave others behind? How could they live when so many around them were dying… when so many were choosing to die?

 It passed quickly. I felt my body begin to lift out of the chaos… begin to move into where the light was bright and the air was clean and full of the sweet smell of life expanding. And although it was different, it was still my world – only bigger, brighter and more compelling. Each breath felt like the exact one that I was to take. And each breath led easily and effortlessly to the next.

 I looked around and saw my new world was filled with others…. so many others who had chosen to see and to trust and to engage. Some stood alone, having left others behind, trusting in the perfect moment of having done so, and yet saw around them so many others who had made the same choice. In that alone-ness, we were together.

 In this world, there is no untruth. In this world, there is the moment and all the life that is bursting from it! In this world, it unfolds as a reflection of our unfolding Self.

 In many ways, that is my life. I can share. I can invite. And I know that I cannot cajole, connive, convince or choose for other than myself.

 I am letting go. I am choosing to notice my wings, to unfold them and to fly. In the moment of that choosing, no matter how ‘alone’ I may think myself to be, I know that I am surrounded and in the very best of company.

Not knowing IS the way

There are moments (like this one) when I realize that I have not chosen an easy path. Even as I write those words, I know I have not chosen (as if it could have been anything else!) but have simply unfolded in the direction that has now become my life.

Something inside presses me to make sense of this for the benefit of others and yet, I decline to follow that thought and trust my body. It needs no further explanation.

It is not a simple task to redefine our state of being. So ingrained – and mindless! – have we become about what we are, the mere thought that we are otherwise is impossible to entertain. Our brains… our minds… our nervous systems spark for a nano-second with the potential and then quickly snuff out any impulse that is counter to what eons of ‘spin’ have left us living: we are not god.

Yet, I know differently. I know that I, like you and every other, is the I AM that we seek. I have not a single doubt, every cell in my body in full and complete alignment with that inner truth. And in so many ways, I stand alone.

For decades, I have sought to find the ‘right’ combination of words; the ‘right’ metaphor; the ‘right’ phrase/story/utterance that could be relied on to ‘pop’ us out of this intergenerational, collective, mind-numbing coma of habituation that we are living. The only thing I can think of that we hate more than being different is someone else who is different. The pressure to conform and homogenize is palpable!

I have lost track of all the books I’ve read, the courses I’ve taken, the things I’ve listened to. I can’t even begin to estimate the thousands of hours of my life that have unfolded in conversations about who and what we are; about ‘self’ and its expression; about connection to the seen and the unseen. My journey began 40 years ago with the last 18 years of my life committed, full time and without interruption, to the exploration and discovery of consciousness, self and the meaning of life. When I read those words, I wonder: how much more?

Perhaps what has brought the greatest degree of frustration, sadness, grief and sometimes hopelessness and despair is to watch many brilliant minds lay out amazing and compelling evidence of a much larger self to be discovered and lived, only to also watch the conclusion become: well, that was fun – now let’s get back to being ourselves! In the blink of an eye, the new and powerful slides off the concrete veneer of our desperate commitment to needing to ‘know’ what we are.

We tinker at the edges of improving our humanity when nothing less than completely redefining our humanity will make a dent in a world in rapid decline. We appease ourselves by what we believe to be the the good effort at incremental change when what we really need is the not-so-good upheaval attached to letting go of all that we have held holy, in our search for the sacred. They are not connected.

The upheaval I refer to is of a kind that might well rear its head were we to be visited by alien visitors and discover that they were the ‘source’ of our creation; that we are indeed a ‘seeded’ population whose origins are in the experimental intentions of another expression of life – and one far more advanced and powerful than our own. Would these then become our latest god? Our creators, our rescuers, our punishers? What would happen to our notions of the existence of god… any god!… to which we have devoted our lives? Who then, would we pray to… seek salvation from… and ask for forgiveness?

That is the type of shift I am mindful of. No tinkering at the edges! When we know what we now know from quantum biology, how can we – even for a nano-second – NOT KNOW that we are the Signal (the source, the creators) streaming through the device of the physical body?

Yes, the body is intelligent as each cell is intelligent; and yes, the body is organic and alive as each cell is organic and alive – and I am NOT my body. I AM is not of the physical but of the energetic; and is always in flow whether through body here or elsewhere. Relative to a physical world, we are indeed immortal. Relative to a far more vast and intelligent universe, we simple are.

So, in this moment, I take another breath and allow myself to let go of all that is not there; of all that is not seen and heard and claimed. In this next breath, I let go of my sometimes great need or desire to be the godforce seeking to engage with other godforces and simply own that the I AM that I am is no longer alone. In this next breath, I turn and walk in the direction of all those other godforces willing to play and trust the innate intelligence of so many who are not.

How do I make sense of that which has no truth in logic?  How do I find words for the unspeakable?  How do I point to that which does not exist in form?  Perhaps none of these matters more than my willingness to just continue to engage!  

There will always be another breath… and then another… and another…

Pandemic

It’s been lingering in the background for some time.  In the last few days, its vibration has amped up significantly as Mexico and other countries ‘brace for impact’ of what many have long intended and been waiting for.  

It would be easy to tell a long story about this; to spend time and typing and ‘pages’ in proffering a perspective that would encompass the allopathic medical model, the great adventure of pharmaceuticals, the drama of description and prescription… and as tempting as that might be for one who loves to write and delights in the music of words, I am clear that it is not necessary.  

I learned long ago that without hospitable ground; without an internal state that is conducive to the extended stay of a guest, dis-ease cannot take hold in the body.  The body is the last frontier for the delivery of the message and when we are paying attention to the messages along the way, the need to express directly through tissue is not required. 

Fear creates hospitable ground.  Rage, resentment, vengeance, hatred… all these create hospitable ground.  Secrets kept.  Lies told.  Betrayals perpetrated or avenged.  Grief long held and long silenced.  Distrust – of self and other.  

I have but one Rx to suggest in the anticipation of what is to come:  to engage in open, clear, honest and direct expression – with self and other.  Beyond that, anything else is irrelevant.

Breathing is good….

Bubbling up from the turmoil

Wow… has it been that long?

As much as I could tell the story of it all, the story now seems completely irrelevant. What feels so much more potent is the place where I continue to stand, not always easy or comfortable and yet knowing that it is exactly where I need to be.

So many thoughts continue to come into my awareness, some with great ease – bubbling up to the surface and then ‘popping’ and disappearing – and for others, not so much! This place is in some way familiar as a process, having been here before in January of 2006. Once again, I am at a threshold of some kind.

The six days of Manifesting a Meaningful Life were life-altering for me, too. I never cease to be amazed by the rapid growth and expansion of the women who engage and yet, this time, there was something different. Bigger. Faster. More expansive! More provocative… compelling… a sense of urgency as its underpinning. Even today, I am without answers and yet know that entertaining the questions is the key.

I continue to let go of things, trusting that it is time. Space opens up and other things flow into that space – not like a command performance but much more as an invitation for me to grow beyond myself. In some moments, I am unsure and consider returning to what has been tried, tested and trusted; to what I know has been profoundly life-altering for so many, evidenced by lives transformed, bodies healed and lives redesigned. And yet, I know that there is always more!

2009 is the year of being bold… of defining from strong colors and sharp edges. It is the time of Intention 2009… of Evolution by Intention and Emerging Futures. It is the year of allowing what was to fall easily and softly from my open hand that I might reach out for the ‘more’ that I know not only awaits but is essential to be discovered!

It is the year of allowing all to be open, clear, honest and direct; to be simple and uncomplicated by the silly dances that I am far too often seduced into, with the unexplored promise of appropriateness, acceptability and approval. It is the year of turning inward and tuning into the unquestionable inner truth that is so effortlessly shared with others in the simple act of living authentically. When I consider how I most frequently and repeatedly keep myself small, its roots are found in my great desire and effort to be inclusive… to speak and write and engage with others in ways that will be invitational to more rather than fewer. And yet, where I stand today, I am mindful of that as one more thing I must let go of.

More and more, I am noticing the increasing frequency with which invitations are presenting for me to draw the line in the sand of my own way of being. If I can move effortlessly and side-step one invitation to hone my sharper edge, the next one presents… only larger and more demanding. If I find the ‘right’ words or the ‘right’ way to move through yet another patch of murky water, murkier water still is found in the next wave! Perhaps it is my destiny to live, now, more from the head of the Lioness than the body of the woman. Do these times demand a greater fierceness or, at least, a willingness for it to be so?

In my 20+ years of working with others, I have had the great honor and privilege of meeting some amazing women! Smart, funny, bold, courageous, deeply caring, passionate, creative, compassionate… and on and on the list can go. What I am now coming to understand is that so many of these same women came haltingly and hesitatingly to the edge of their own potential, sometimes fearful and unsure… sometimes feeling deep shame at their own unquenchable desire to be more than they had been taught they could be… yet unwilling to stay curled tightly into the ball of their own unexpressed sound of life. Somehow, we found each other… some by accident and others by design… and still, our paths crossed and lives changed. For all of this I am deeply grateful and…

… I also know that it’s not enough! It’s not big enough… fast enough… sufficiently far-reaching to massively transform the world we are choosing to co-create. As much as I would like to be able to live large AND not be offensive to any, I’m coming to understand that is not likely. As much as I welcome any and all who are seeking, I am coming to discover that not everyone will find what they’re looking for – and that does not mean that I cannot. For many women, the greatest challenge is: dare I have when so many others have not? Dare I proceed when so many are paralyzed with fear? Dare I engage when so many stand and watch… waiting… for permission to live? For me, the answer to all of that is the same. The answer is a resounding YES!

And so, as I slowly churn in the whirlpool of my own ongoing discovery, small bubbles emerge… bubbles of insight… small burps of determination… small gurgles of great joy and fearless play! Do I have the plan and the great clarity of execution that goes with it? Not on your life! But here’s what I do have: the willingness and ability to RIG myself and others without surrendering the magic of my own potential; the great desire to engage from every cell of my being; and the absolute commitment and determination to be fully present to the truth of my own experience… from one breath to the next. THESE are the women I am looking for. THESE are the women who know the truth of that vibration in their own being. THESE are the women who seek to live fully because they know that anything less means death in body, mind and spirit.

In this playground, I am seeking playmates.

Breathing is good….