Telling someone who loves you and who is trying to help you but isn't really helping what you actually need...well, it's downright hard.Â
Having the confidence to say what you need to your friends or family is perhaps one of the most challenging things that we do.Â
Because we donât want to drive them away. We know they have our best interests at heart but...
When you feel funky or overwhelmed and you think you're going to burst into tears, this is when we all need someone who cares to step in...but in the right way.
Itâs the times when you canât help yourself.  The negative thoughts take over and bring you down, down to the deep dark hole.Â
You say negative things like:Â
What's wrong with me?
I hate my life
Why is this happening to me?
I should have...
I can't...
Everybody else does this, why can't I?
STOP.Â
Now we're in the hole and we don't know how to get out of the spiral. Â
âThe greatest gift our parents ever gave us was each otherâ Â
Itâs National Sister Day this week and if you have a sister or someone like a sister, itâs a great time to think about your relationship with her and what it means.Â
I canât imagine going through life without my two amazing sisters.
But it wasnât always that way.
I remember when my younger sister arrived on the scene.
I didnât much like her at first. I was 2 ½ and immediately threatened by the fact that I wasnât the little darling of the family anymore.
Maie, my sister, bit me once.
She was 2. There was a conflict over something like wanting the same toy and Maie used the only tactic she hadâŚbiting.
My mother told me to bite her back. (Parents had little training back then in how to parentâŚit was called I'm the boss and you do whatever I say).
I remember thinking, âbut I donât want to hurt herâ which was the whole point I suppose.
She never bit me again.
Maie and I were the youngest of f...
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âWho writes journals? Women who live deeply and reflectively, who regard lives as modern mythic quests and spiritual journeys, women who want to find their own voices and write their own lives.â
Marlene Schiwy, A Voice of Her Own
Many people think that a journal is a diary. This is what I thought many years ago.
But a journal is so much more than keeping track of your daily events.
A journal is a conversation with yourself⌠your true self. Â
Journaling is a time to focus on what you love, what you hate, what you fear, what you long for.
Itâs a way of knowing yourself on a deep level.
With everything thatâs happening in this unpredictable and scary world, now is the best time to keep a journal to help you deal with your emotions and thoughts.
For many, you are on a sort of âpauseâ with many activities cancelled or on hiatus during the quarantine.
What better way to use this extra t...
Four years ago today, my first grandson, Andy, was born.
Since then, I have a 2nd grandson, Rob, along with 3 granddaughters. I love them dearly and as their grandmother, there are things I want them to know. I especially feel compelled to make sure the boys are guided to respect and honor women. And I want them to know themselves and how to express their feelings.Â
The following letter was written just after Andy's birth.
I sent the same one to Rob, my 2-year-old grandson when he was born. My hope is that I will be able to role model this wisdom for them but also verbalize it to them. Luckily, they have parents who will teach them these same ideals.Â
Here's the letter I sent:
Hello Anderson.
I haven't met you yet but you are my first grandson. You are the 4th one to arrive and you are met with a sister and 4 girl cousins. I can only imagine how you will be when you play with them. As your Gran, I am thrilled because I think that you will learn a lot about girls and the way th...
In the small Southern town where I grew up in the 50's, it was customary for women to put on a âtea.â These teas were to honor one of the young women in the town who was soon to be married.Â
A group of three women who were best friends entertained together:Â Miss Virginia, Miss Sara, and Allene, my mother.Â
They would plan in advanceâŚsometimes on the phone, occasionally in person. The parties were elaborate.Â
My mother and her friends were not sophisticated or wealthy.
But they knew how to put on a âteaâ. The silver platters were polished and ready beforehand, along with the silver coffee pots, sterling silverware, bone china, and freshly starched linen napkins. Fresh flowers from their own yards and tasty morsels were always featured. Â
My younger sister and I were designated servers. Iâm guessing I was 9 when I became a part of the tea party scene. What I remember is that we had detailed instructions as we learned to be a server. I think these teas helped me master the art of So...
These are my 5 grandchildren. Three of them live far away on an island in the Pacific. Our families met up together in March last year in Fiji so I had the pure joy of hanging out with them. It was wild at times because they were all under the age of 4. And I was smiling the entire time. Even now I smile, thinking about that trip.Â
Lucky, lucky me. Had I not planned or anticipated this trip, it would not have happened. But I found a way because it was super important to me to be around these 5 cuties.
What I want to ask you is, what fun things do you have planned for yourself this year? What are you planning that will bring you joy?Â
For me, Iâm planning on lots of travel and keeping things simpler, spending more time enjoying the people I love.
And being less frenetic than last year.
I was so hyper focused on getting my Ageless Wisdom and Passion online retreat launched, that by the end o...
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