Dear Grateful Lifers,
So things are kinda scary for our country, and our world right now. I am not scared to admit that yikes, I am scared.
I am scared for many of my friends, and scared for what I feel I might need to do in order to support and protect them in the coming months, and years. I'm anxious to see how it all unfolds.
It was quite a 2016. Yowza.
Not exactly a clean space to begin a fresh year, with meaningful intentions, ya know?
To unpack the fearful clutter, I lit some candles, took a deep breath, and settled into a comfortable seat. As an avid traveler, with eyes closed, I chose an image of our favorite hiking bag; first removing any lingering scraps of 2016's adventures, then imagining what this empty sack could hold moving forward.
I simply asked:
What is calling to my heart?
Where can I show up differently...better, even?
What is true, and what is real, and what will get me closer to both?
Finally, what do I want to bring with me into 2017, that won't weigh me down, but provide sustenance, support, guidance, and abundant joy?
Thankfully, despite all of the troubles that seem to lie ahead...despite the stances my communities are likely about to armor up for...there are two beautiful, secret weapons in our arsenal that will never, ever run out: Hope, and Love.
With my secret weapons loaded in the forefront of my mind, here is what my meditation provided for an Intention- Filled 2017:
January: Irrational Kindness
February: Love InDeed (a concept created by my friend and coach, which essentially promotes the power within small, genuine acts of love + kindness).
March: Extreme Self Care
April: Service + Sacrifice
June: Wonder, Amazement, Magic
July: At Ease
August: Miracles Mindfulness + Manifesting
September: Divine Feminism
November: Meaningful Ordinary
December: Audacious Hope
Cheers to you and yours! Sending much, much love to each and every heart.
Do Good, Be Well,
PS!!! Ok, ok. Let's be serious. Not *all* of 2016 was doom and gloom. A few tiny, precious humans came into the world and my heart expanded with oodles of joy and gratitude. There is still so much good out there, and it is paramount we continue to acknowledge these treasures; to hold them close, and let them make us feel like the luckiest little beings on earth.
It will make all the difference moving forward....
My life in California would not be what it is...would not have been what it was from the very begining...if it weren't for my red headed treasure named Jenny.
Her friendship is at the heart of my final few days of November gratitude (posted, of course, a day late), not just because she deserves more than a single day of thanks from me, but because as of this week she and her own family are making big moves cross country. So, we won't be seeing each other for a while. And, my heart feels pretty tender about that.
When I think about the strength and truth behind listening to that tiny voice that guides us, I always think about Jenny.
I remember strolling down Chestnut Street just a few weeks after having moved from 3,00 miles away. I remember how I had no plan, little money, and a marriage that was, sadly, over long before it really began. I remember feeling permanently guilty, anxious, and unsure. I remember wanting to run far, far away, but settling for California since it was already pretty damn far from everything I had known for so long. And I remember just barely glancing at a "Help Wanted" sign in the window of a tiny boutique one afternoon, managed by a stylish red head...with the rest, of course, being history.
I think about this time in my life a lot, while trying to send extra ounces of gratitude to my past self -- to the person who had so much confusion swirling in her mind that eventually she had no choice but to listen to that small, calm voice amid all the chaos. Even when it was random, and made no sense. Especially when it was random, and appeared senseless. Without her, I would have never found an incredible, irreplaceable friend in Jen. And, an incredible, deeply loved godson in her precious baby.
Honestly? It was really sad to say goodbye. We may have cried, and hugged. Then cried some more.
But damn. How lucky I am to have someone so worthy of those tears.
If any of my lovely readers dwell in or near the Charlotte, NC area -- I would love to introduce you to a truly remarkable woman.
(Just don't get any funny ideas about replacing me...)