Sometimes the universe just does not leave me alone!! For several weeks now the words "Coaches to the Left of Me, Mentors to the Right", has been circling through my head. The odd thing is, it is playing to the tune of an AC/DC song - original lyrics say, "Women to the Left of Me, Women to the Right". The Rock 'n' Roll fans in the house may be picking up on it now in their heads. Hearing it Debra? How about you Amy?
Well, the truth be known, this is actually not such an odd occurrence for me. My life's background is pretty much set to Rock Music.
Yes, I know..and hear you thinking..so what does AC/DC reference have to do with Camelot??
Meanwhile, back at the ranch....
Lately, I have been summoning a vision of the Good Knights, and Great Ladies of my realm..my Camelot - many of the coaches and mentors of my life thus far. I see them sitting round a great grand circular table. I hear the chainmail rattle, and the high heeled shoes click across the floor. The table is laden with rustic wood plates, and heavy pewter goblets.
So there you have it! Come see my posse at http://tinyurl.com/btp8b4. Get a glance of the gang that sits at my Round Table. It's a diverse crowd, to be sure..........
Oh my goodness...Just read all 260 posts from the party last night. I must say, I now know "way more" about some of you than I expected to ever know.
For the single BraveHeart Women out here (which regrettably includes me), the next community niche opportunity would seem to be emerging ...Matchmaker/Dating Service. I'll be the first to join that one.
So I'm off to Barnes & Noble to "cruise" to see if my soul mate is there today. If not, I'll head over to Whole Foods (for some cinnamon and honey) and see if he is there...in the "natural aphrodisiacs" aisle.
I have a lovely friend Lisa. She is as “fun as a barrel of monkeys”, and thoughtful as can be. I received this message from her today, and want you all to see it. _______________________________________ _______ Lisa writes:
A friend of mine has a brother who will be turning 50 on March 21. This in itself might not seem a huge milestone, but if you knew Glen, you would know why this is a big deal.
When Glen was born in 1959, there were severe complications which caused brain damage. Glen has limited speech capability, and is socially, and emotionally in the age range of 12-14. The doctors told his mother he would never speak, and never walk. Well, we are celebrating his 50th birthday in a few weeks, and I would like to invite all of you to help Glen celebrate by sending him a card.
Glen often checks the mail and can recognize his own name on an envelope. Each day he walks out, brings back the contents in the mail box and then will say, "No Me" Meaning, "Nothing for me" Well, I'd like for him to say, "All me", meaning "It's ALL for me"
As I said, his birthday is March 21st, and some of his favorites are:
His favorite color is: Blue
His favorite music is: Elvis and the old 60s style
His address is: Glen Hill, 914 Keele Drive, Reno, NV 89509
Please send a card and make his birthday a great one! Thanks, Lisa _______________________________________ _______
I just happen to know a special group of fabulous people…of course that’s you out there BraveHeart Women!!
Let’s all send Glen a great birthday card. But better yet…pick a date (two or three) and log it in your iPhone, Blackberry, DayTimer, whatever you use to note your important dates and reminders. Put in Glen’s name and address, at random on any date, and you know what to do from there.
My daughter, son-in-law, granddaughter and I have working hard to get this special diddy out to the BraveHeart Community just for St. Patrick's Day. (Oh, yeah, some other guy dropped in to join us.)
Watch and see what we can do for the Earth, one person at a time. Let's all participate in this one BraveHeart Women! Mark your calendars for March 28th...
Wow, now wasn't that "meaningful fun" as Ellie stated!!!
Mental pictures flashed in my head when I read what each of you wrote. From New York, Hawaii, New Zealand, and all BraveHeart Points in our beautiful world, our vibrations were flowing...
I laughed out loud picturing Ellie running out to the campfire site and screaming ,"Turn out the Lights...It's Earth Hour!!! (loved that one..)
Amy standing in the dark, looking out over New York City and the Empire State Building (ohh, just got the goose bumps AGAIN, just now, while writing this).
Linda, shutting all things electric off at the "breaker switch".
Peaceful candle-lit homes around the world.
Jane, saying our "God bumps" came out, combining our energies to make a difference.
My Mother passed from this world many years ago. I was 16 at that time. She used to recite this to me as a child, and hear it in my mind most every day.
To my great joy, I have just discovered there is only one real rule in life! Wow! Doesn't that make you breathe a big sigh of relief?!? Well, let me tell you a little story I just came across...
Two prime ministers are sitting in a room discussing affairs of stale. Suddenly a man bursts in, apoplectic with fury, shouting and stamping and banging his fist on the desk.
The resident prime minister admonishes him: "Peter", he says, "Kindly remember Rule Number 6," whereupon Peter is instantly restored to complete calm, apologizes, and withdraws.
The politicians return to their conversation, only to be interrupted minutes later by an hysterical women gesticulating wildly, her hair flying.
Again, the intruder is greeted with the words: "Marie, please remember Rule Number 6." Complete calm descends once more, and she too withdraws with a bow and apology.
When the scene is repeated for a third time, the visiting prime minister addresses his colleagues: "My dear friends, I've seen many things in my life, but never anything as remarkable as this. Would you be willing to share with me the secret of Rule Number 6?"
"Very simple," replies the resident prime minister. "Rule Number 6 is...Don't take yourself so damn seriously." "Ah," says his visitor. "that is a fine rule."
After a moment of pondering, he inquires, "And what, may I ask, are the other rules?"
The prime minister replies, "There aren't any."...
Story from The Art of Possibility by Rosamund Stone Zander and Benjamin Zander
Soooo, let's all get busy and start practicing
RULE NUMBER 6!!
Twittsultant, Lesley "UNPACKAGEABLE SPIRIT" Morgan
Think of King Arthur's round table. The King and his Mastermind Group. Yes, well I know that is not likely how His Majesty referred to them, but I am pretty certain that is what it was.
Envision, if you will, all the best minds of the realm, flanking the entirety of the grand circle styled table.. facing one another..all brainpower directed toward a good and common goal..a place called Camelot!
At my table sits Ellie Drake, Seth Godin, Mari Smith, Wayne Dyer, Alex Jeffreys, Leonardo da Vinci, Napoleon Hill, Michelangelo Buonarroti, Eleanor of Aquitaine, Maya Angelou, Maria Andros, Snow White, Socrates, Queen Elizabeth #1, Amy Huentelman, and Jack Canfield - just to name a few.
Pretty good, uh? By-the-by, there are some folks listed here that don't have a clue who I am. But it matters not...they are among the circle that has influenced me to become inspiration in action, and create my own Camelot. (Wouldn't it be great fun to get this group together at Starbucks?)
So alas...out defending the castle, AND slaying dragons on your own, are we??? It's a little more than difficult to man the catapults, push the siege tower to the gates of Castle Success, pour cauldrons of boiling oil on assailants, all on your own...OK, I'll slow down with the dramatic effects now. I am getting to a point here.
You may fancy yourself as a King Arthur in your character, mind and spirit - aspiring to great things. But, it matters not, unless you are supported by an arsenal of great knights, and grand ladies (living in this life, or not-so-much). You cannot create and/or rule a kingdom without a "Special Forces" support team.
So sally forth.. put together the great coaches, and mentors, that will sit at your round table!
HEED THIS DECLARATION: Be a coach, be a mentor, but be very certain to surround yourself with the same.
Lesley "UNPACKAGEABLE SPIRIT" Morgan here... at your service...if you please...
When I was in the 5th grade, our music teacher taught these lyrics to the class. At that age, the words were interesting and made me very curious to know more...
"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breath free; The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, Tempest-tossed to me I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
These are the finishing sentences inscribed on a bronze plaque in the interior of the pedestal at The Statue of Liberty...the sonnet "The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus.
...I then began to truly realize what our country stood for in the world...
Monday morning, October the 5th, at 11:00 AM Pacific Standard Time, (while I am boarding a plane at the LA airport on my return from our fabulous RISE event), my home will be put up for auction on the steps of the courthouse here in Reno, Nevada. Every week this sale event occurs, addresses read off by a state official in a dispassionate monotone voice. A number of people, origin unknown to me, silently raise their hands as the bids increase.
“Bummer! “ you say? Well, not so much.
For months, I have been living with conflicted thoughts and emotions about what I knew would be inevitable. 4039 Antinori Drive, my house, would become yet another statistic in the fact that Nevada ranks number #1 in home foreclosures. Hmm... a not-so-great claim to current fame for our "Silver State".
I would like to point out that as I began this blog, I used the term home…then referred to it as a house. The difference is that I have made the “mental shift” in the meaning of those terms in my vernacular. Where I sit and write to you today is wood, plaster, tile…that kind of stuff, a house. And, that’s it! It is all stuff. It is not me or what defines me, only stuff.
In these past few months, there has been much "shifting" in my life. All great things leading to a magnificent, fulfilling life ahead. Not in time to continue to live where I now reside, but this all is a blessing none-the-less. A new career/life path in social media, and the self-development field is emerging, and I see my "purpose" at the center of it all. (More on that later...) So, it's out with the old, and in with the NEW!
One thing I know for sure is that, where I live next will be my home, because I will be there and will make it so.
I leave you with these two statements:
When one door closes, another door opens. Sometimes it’s just a little Hell in the hallways. (Pardon my French.)
There’s No Place Like Home, There’s No Place Like Home…....
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