How does one "get started"? I have never written a blog post. I have been on conference calls, webinars, and I even had a coaching appt. specifically about blogging. I purchased an online blogging class(which I haven't even looked at), and certainly talked about it enough. However, I have not blogged once . As I write this, I am both Iaughing at myself and lovingly asking myself, why not Debra?
I suppose I felt that if I was researching, writing endless scribbles, even entire scripts of my "would be" blogs, I was taking action. This is not to say that any or all of those things don't have tremendous value, but not one of them can do it for me. I must "get started"! All getting started really means to me, is that I show up and I tell the TRUTH!
I have been waiting until I am no longer afraid, until the chatter in my head miraculously vanishes forever. Ironically, if you asked me what my most favorite quote is, I would tell you "Courage is the willingness to be afraid, and act anyway" This quote encourages me to move forward regardless of any fear I may or may not have. I felt if I only knew everything there was to know, if I only attained the impossible, which is perfection, then I could escape the fear entirely. If I created some kind of genius blog, then I wouldn't experience any pain or rejection.
Rejection,real or imagined, is something I have always tried to avoid at all costs. The price can be pretty high for this kind of safety. It means I probably should stay in my room. It means I might not follow my heart. It means I might not live a full life, and Honor My Truth! This is not to say that rejection is always a given, but it is a risk that, until now, I have been unwilling to take. Now don't laugh,well have a good laugh on me if you want, what the heck,......I want everyone to like me. I now realize everyone is alot of people! Thank heavens we are all unique enough to make that impossible. The true solution is to accept myself.
This is funny because I just went from so totally safe that I don't write anything (except in the currently 7 spiral notebooks on my shelf behind me).....to totally putting myself out there. I decided to GET STARTED! It is what it is. Its all good.
This is what is true for me, true for me today, and that can change as I continue to change. As I let go, and Honor My Truth!
I was up all night. I watched the time change on my computer from 5:59 to 6:00am, took a little nap, and was off to the studio by 10:00am. My eyes are the only thing that feel a little tired right now. It is amazing to me the energy that inspiration provides. When I am doing what I love, what I feel I am called to do, honoring my truth, I am like the energizer bunny.....Go,Go,Go! I can actually feel a tingly energy flowing through my body. Some people might say "Are you sure you're alright, are you nuts?" However, I have an inkling that you may understand.
It is as if the universe is saying "RIGHT ON", "THUMBS UP", and here you go. We are sending you vibes from the stars, energy from the heavens to propel you forward. Assisting you to move in the direction of your purpose, what you are called to do. This is a sign to me that I am on the right track. The energy I feel is amazing. I don't even require coffee. Those who know me well might not believe me (I am a frequent coffee shop hanger outer and you can't come to my house without receiving an offer of "coffee or anything else" for you) but, it is true!
When I am given this gift of inspiration, I feel it is my responsibility to honor it. For me, this has been a process of learning to trust myself. In my family, I was labeled the "crazy one". I was often told that what I saw, thought, felt was all "in my head". I had a "wild imagination" I tell you this because this is part of the reason for my challenge with trusting myself. These messages were stuck in my head. It was as if the memory of them had made them true. Because they were stuck in their amongst all sorts of other memories which included facts, it seems I lumped them together into a category I called "what I learned as a child" Since they came from the big tall influential powerful people, they must be true. One particular memory locked them in and buried them deep. If it is true that I am the "crazy one", then changing that belief or any others would be considered crazy.
That being said, it is now my choice to believe it or not. I can decide whether or not any of these beliefs serve me anymore. It doesn't really even matter why I have them and all the details. I can simply change those beliefs based on new information. And actually, even if something were true at the time, I am not obliged to stay the same. I decide what is true for me today. And as I have said before, that can change as I change.
I can trust myself and follow the inspiration I feel in my heart. This is how I begin to "Honor My Truth!". To take action based on the inspiration I receive is all I am asked to do. I only have to trust a little and follow the next right feeling. When I am brave and I do this, I have always received the inspiration I require to move forward a little more. This process has assisted me to believe that it is true, I CAN TRUST MYSELF!
I found that asking myself questions like ......"What am I good at?", "What do I enjoy doing?".....did not help reveal the answer to my bigger question......What is my passion?
This is why:
Allow me to tell you a little bit of my story....
I have waited on tables all of my adult life. I can serve an entire restaurant like a whirling dervish. I am good at it. I enjoy it, even love it at times. My brain can actually prioritize and execute better and faster the busier I am. I can do it in my sleep. It's like a drug, an escape for me. Over the years, I have had employers and customers ask in wonder and awe....."How do you do it?" Well for starters, I have tons of experience. I have been working in restaurants since I was 15. I started as a hostess at the good ole "El Adobe", a mexican restaurant. We used to sneak Margaritas in the walk in cooler, but that's another story. I worked at Leona's in Chicago and on and on........
As I got older, you could put me in any position, I don't care what it was (once I started as a dishwasher-no joke!) and sooner or later I am going to end up being the manager. The last 3 restaurants I ran for the owners. They went on big long vacations, raised children, started other ventures, etc., while I worked. I have been told too many times to count....."You should really own your own place!" I tell you this not to toot my own horn, but to make a point. To anyone else but me, it would seem I was born to do this. In the last few years I even found myself saying...."maybe this is my passion", “I should want to do this." But really, I just fell into it, not "felt" into it. It became what I did more out of desperation, rather than any kind of inspiration. It has always afforded me plenty enough to survive, but not to thrive. I learned a lot. I had a lot of fun. I could sleepwalk through the rest of my life it comes so effortlessly. However, I have come to believe that if what I am doing doesn't require some kind of spiritual life....then frankly; the dream just isn't big enough.
While asking those questions, "What am I good at?", "What do I enjoy doing?" may be an ok place to start, it gave me answers that were not specific enough to hone in on my true hearts passion. I was always left feeling uncertain and even a little confused. "If I am good at something, then why doesn't it seem quite right?" "If I enjoy doing something shouldn't I just "pick" that?" I believe we don't "pick" our passion...it is a gift. Along the way, it may get misplaced, buried under pain and fear, but it is always there inside us. We may have things to do first, learn things first, but it waits there. We all have a reason why we are here, something we came to do.
Is there a question we can ask ourselves? Yes there is:
I asked myself, " If at the end of my life I never owned my own restaurant, am I ok with that?" The answer was, unequivocally, is Yes! This is not to say that at some point I may open the cutest, most successful, or complete flop of a restaurant. Am I ok if I don't? Once again, the answer without a doubt, is Yes! I then asked myself, "When I reflect back on my life, what is the one thing, that having done it, would give me peace?
A small, still voice will speak to you. Treasure and protect it, but don’t hide it. This is your passion. Declare It Now! It is not important to know exactly where it will lead. More will be revealed once you declare it. The clarity will come after you Honor This Truth, Your Truth!
I had asked myself the question......"When I reflect back on my life, what is the one thing, having done it, that would bring me peace?" I was driving in my car. I remember it clearly. It was so cold that the snow made that crunchy sound when you drove on it. A small, still voice spoke deep within me. I knew with certainty if I never owned my own restaurant that would be completely ok with me, but if I never played music again.........that would not be ok with me at all! I could only imagine the regret and how painful it would be. Regret alone is awful, but regret without the time to do anything about it, would mean great sorrow for me. I don't have to experience this to know it. By the time I pulled into the YWCA parking lot, it was clear to me. If I was to have any happiness, any sense of fulfillment, I had to play, to sing, and to write again. What one day seemed long gone and far away, was the next day an absolute necessity for life. I felt a sense of urgency to reclaim that part of me again. I believe if you too ask that question of yourself, you can't help but feel the same way about the answer. One life.......we get one life.
The restaurant business was never something I felt a passion for, EVER! I am good at it. There are many aspects of it that I enjoy, but I never felt it was my purpose in life to connect with and serve people in that particular way. I liked making the places my own, creating environment and community. I loved inspiring,listening to,encouraging a staff to be the best they could be. I have been given tons of engraved stuff. I have been known as mom, career and relationship counselor, boss, etc. However, this service is not limited to those in the restaurant setting. People are everywhere.The staff would often move on to that which they loved to do, were called to do. Since the business wasn't my passion either, I longed to be one of those turning in their apron and keys.The only turning I was doing was opening the door in the morning and locking the door at night. I held onto this routine like a safety net. It took me away from the predator, which is fear, but took me out of the water as well.
When I moved from Chicago to the Twin Cities, I left the music scene totally behind. I sold every instrument and piece of equipment I had within a week of my arrival. It just seemed easier. I didn't have anything left to lose. I am known around here to be an artist, the creative type, but a songwriter? That was a secret! No one here ever knew that I was a musician until about a year ago. I have been here 15 years. I shut the door on it. It was dead to me. I lived in my own private hell. Not doing what you love is super painful. I couldn't let it go and grieve nor could I take a risk and embrace it. Now with the critical knowledge that in order to have any kind of a life, I would have to make myself vulnerable...write songs I care about, stand on a stage and pour my heart out, experience rejection, challenge my self esteem, be as authentic as possible, and despite the fear, Honor My Truth! You may ask,"why do it then?" It sounds too difficult. Shouldn't our passion be easier?
That would be nice, but then again would it? Sometimes I feel we do it more for what we learn, than for how we love it. We feel a presence of and a necessity to connect with God. I believe our true passion holds within it the lessons we require to be of supreme service. We learn what we came here to teach. If we didn't love it so much, why on earth would we be motivated to keep on keeping on? Along the way, our purpose is revealed through our passion. Listen for the Truth, and Honor It!
Thanks to my friend Audie (the holy cats was for you my friend) who told me how to get to it, I watched this interview. It is really easy, just click on the green arrow. Thanks Audie! I think I get excited, don't breathe and then I miss the obvious. I also watched it twice and took notes. If you have not yet seen this, you must do so soon. I found it extremely inspiring and filled with "take-aways", little quotes that assist me in remembering something I have learned.
I particularly liked when Lisa said, "sometimes our gifts come wrapped in sandpaper". This is my belief as well. The sandpaper is what inspires me to be of service.....to ask God to use me. Through the sandpaper, I learn what I am here to teach, the way in which I will be of service.The sandpaper is what has brought me to seek a spiritual life, a connection to a God. In my blog "What is my Passion?" I talk about having a dream. A dream is what one does with a gift. I believe, "if the dream does not require a spiritual life, then frankly, the dream isn't big enough"
THE SANDPAPER IS THE GIFT!
The sandpaper gives it its beauty, its character, its uniqueness, its wonder, and its TRIUMPH!
I just looked at the calendar and realized it is Friday the 13th again some kind of leap year thing (“Friday the 13th” Episode 6” if you haven’t seen it)….and then I realized I have been creating my video blog for a month. I made a commitment to myself to post everyday and see what I learn. I have posted nearly everyday…sliding in under the wire at times, missing a day, maybe two. I must tell you, ridiculous as it may sound, if I missed a day in the past, it might have been just enough cause to beat myself up and go ahead and quit.
I had wanted to start The “Is It True?” Series for about a year, but for one reason or another, I did not. It was primarily fear, which is most often the case. When I finally made my first episode, it didn’t turn out very well at all. I felt super bummed out and overwhelmed. What now? I had waited so long that when I finally got started, the whole idea had gotten very heavy. It was weighted down by all the thoughts, fears, shoulda, woulda, couldas, etc. It became this huge thing. I had built it up so much in my head, that when my first video wasn’t anywhere near acceptable, I felt very disheartened.
I also had way too many ideas stored up. If I store up too many, without acting on them, I set myself up for having these huge expectations of myself and the ideas themselves. Ideas are meant to be implemented, regardless of what they may or may not become. I have observed that if I don’t honor my ideas, take some sort of action, at least check ‘em out, they come less often. It is almost as if the universe is saying, “Ok, if you’re not listening, we’ll just go elsewhere". Inspiration is a gift that is meant to be shared.
I sent it to Kent and Linda for feedback. They congratulated me on jumping into the water and gave me some great suggestions. At first, I overlooked the congratulations and heard only suggestions that I felt I could never do. Simple as they were, I had no self confidence. I viewed myself as a failure already and I had barely gotten started. I thought, “I can’t do this” I was ready to table it again for a while. I’d wait for the day it would be easier. I’d wait for the chatter in my head to stop. We all know that doesn’t work. I am so grateful for absolutely every tip they gave me and that I was able to listen. ….that I didn’t give up. They were sooooooooooooo right…..endless thanks for their patience and tolerance.
I have a long way to go, to learn and improve, yet there is no destination. I have no idea where I am going. There is peace in the going. When other opportunities to give up come along and they will if I continue to move forward, I’ll ask myself, “Is this what I really want, to give up?” Like when I could not figure out Movie Maker on my own. I felt like a doofus but my little nephew taught me something……searching instruction on YouTube. I went on to YouTube and a young man of about 10, showed me how to use it. I have recently learned all kinds of stuff this way. I am now ready to step it up a notch because I have more ideas that require more technology than this simple program. I joke about being in a very winding S type learning curve, but it really is true. I am in the continual period of transition that which is life…..if I’m really in it. If I Honor My Truth, I’m in the “S” curve.
I have missed you. I haven't been able to be on the site much in the past few days. I just got back from Chicago where I was doing a photo shoot for my CD. I used to live there before I stopped writing and playing music. I have a girlfriend that is a photo stylist so she set me up. It was so fun....kind of surreal.
How did I get here? How did I go from feeling dead inside....from not even owning a guitar anymore..... to creating so many songs I could literally live in the studio? How did I get from a place where the extent of my writing was the occasional birthday card and the extent of my singing was the occasional happy birthday... to this place of continuous creating with ease? It all began with one simple "yes". A "Yes" that seemed so impossible to utter, yet so freeing when finally said.......this was not without chatter, not without fear mind you.....but in spite of it. I was a little afraid, sure, but I accepted it...and said "yes" anyway.
I am back in MN and off to the studio now. I simply could not wait until I finished my "Is It True?" Series video later today to tell you how deeply I appreciate you and how grateful I am for the inspiration I have received here. In reading your words, feeling your energy, watching you boldly take steps in your own lives, I have found the courage to do the same in my own life. Thank you for following your hearts. It has been ever rewarding to be a part of this community......and it has been so fun!
I wanted all of my BraveHeart sisters to know how much I appreciate your comments ....and you! You are all fantastic!! Blogging is the gift that keeps on giving many an ah-ha moment, many a laugh, a cry, an insight, and little nudge to keep moving forward.
My dear sister Robin honored me with the gift of her time and her heart as so many of you have in commenting on my blogs.
This is one of the many things I love about blogging, the blessings we get back from sharing ourselves......
I receive so much from the comments....I learn....I am moved....I am inspired to move forward when I am tired and afraid...the comments breathe me when I am holding my breath....when I'm out of breath....I breathe.....
Its all ok....I'm ok.....I continue to trust and honor my truth.....I am shown things....I am grown......and I see further.....maybe not to the future.....to the end which there is none.....but to the next step.....there is enough light to put my foot on safe ground....and I keep walking......
Robin shared this with me in response to my challenge with not crossing everything off my list
As for the list of things that did not get done, I have a suggestion. This comes from Abraham/Hicks.
It is called the place mat list. It is called this because Ester Hicks was in a restaurant when this came to her through Abraham.
The place mat was divided down the middle. on the left side, Ester was to place the things that she absolutely knew that she could get done that day.
On the right side she placed everything else, and made the way for the universe to assist.
It feels a lot better when you do your list like this
Thank you Robin!! I am going to try it! I love you dear sister
I'm off to work...the list must wait...it's all good!
When I was a little girl, I auditioned for the part of Gretl in the Sound of Music, the youngest girl in the Von Trapp family. I had seen my aunt Annette in “South Pacific” and I remember a small voice inside me said, “I want to wear a fancy costume, sing, dance, and act up on that stage”. My mom took me. They had us all up there in a line on stage and I overheard the director say, “I think we need someone a little taller” and I went up on my tippy toes. Then I heard him say, “Well, maybe we need someone a little shorter”, and I scrunched down real low. They gave me the part. I was 5, bold and I was fearless. The idea never even entered in my mind to be afraid. What happened? Where did all of this chatter come from? I never used to have it. We aren’t born with chatter. It is our natural state to do what we love……to be who we are.
I started attaching myself to negative scary thoughts and remarks rather unconsciously. I remember a few that really stuck but I don’t remember the first one. They feed on themselves. It was as if I was creating a ball of string that kept winding around on itself, getting bigger and bigger…..and now, nearly 50 years later, I have this huge big ball of string like the boy in the children’s book , “A Big Ball of String”. I used to have a recurring dream about that string. It was kind of a nightmare. The red string would grow into this huge ball that was taking up all the space around me…….suffocating me. The thing about that string is that I could never see the end of it, it just kept on rolling with no destination in sight. I didn’t see a way to ever stop it. It occurred to me that if I could just grab a hold of the ball or the string, anything….I could start the ball rolling and it would unwind pretty quickly, effortlessly, on its own. All I needed to do was to decide…..to take action, to pick it up, and stop the madness. I did and now its rolling, gaining momentum…..unwinding.
I kept trying to find the beginning of the string….where….when…how….did this happen? Why am I like this? Why do I do this to myself? I could not clearly see or understand anything from where I was. I could not see anything when the ball of string was so big that it was taking up all the air around me. The clarity was wrapped up so tight inside that I couldn’t get to it. Only now that it is unwinding, do I begin to see how it all got started…..the little messages along the way that I received and held onto. But as I get closer, it matters less and less what the reasons were as much as that it is dissolving…..the ball is getting smaller and smaller. I can breathe as it disappears into nothingness. I still have the chatter. It’s still there. Sometimes it is louder than others, but it doesn’t consume me. It is a part me, but it is not me. I am more and more the little girl with a song to sing. I Honor My Truth!
Yesterday morning my Dad had a massive heart attack. He survived the heart attack, but he is very very sick. My entire family is camping out at the hospital. We love him so very much. I wanted to ask if you would pray for him and picture him feeling better. I feel your love and strength.
Judging by the picture, I think you can probably tell where I get my boldness and wacky kookiness. He has always nourished my Brave Heart....and told me to "drive carefully, because its slippery" even when it was totally dry out....and told me that "whether the sky is blue or grey, there's something to love in every day".
I love you. I really want you to know how much all of your prayers and thoughts have helped me. I am so grateful to be in this community of such spectacular compassionate loving giving women. The response I recieved to my call for prayer was nothing short of amazing, yet not surprising given who you are. You have held me up....given me strength. I have come to my blog to re-read what you have written.....thank you.....from my brave heart to yours!
We are all here, my whole wonderful wacky family. We have basically taken over the ICU family waiting room. My dad knows he is loved. Everyone is telling him the "ruckus" we are raising. The Hadrabas moved to take our Dad home. We're making people laugh. My Dad has had some rough days, some different problems....day before yesterday was really scary. It is really hard to see my Dad in so much pain and suffering.....but he keeps rising above it. We are all part of a miracle. We have been given more time.....a blessing. They may move him tomorrow or the next day to the cardiac floor if he continues to improve....which would be a step toward going home.
We have been given a gift....maybe one of the best gifts in the world...time.....time to say I love you.....time to be together. As a family, we have laughed and we have cried sooooo much in this past week...talking, remembering....enjoying each other....its gonna sound weird but as sad and scared as we have been....we have had a blast too. We have been crying so much we were holding each other up one minute and cracking up so much we couldn't breathe the next. I am so grateful for this time together.
Thank you for all the love you have shown me. Keep us in your prayers....they are appreciated and they are working. They keep telling us how lucky we are....how lucky he is.
A few days ago I left Chicago and went home to MN to play a gig that I had booked last summer. I debated cancelling due to my Dad being sick, but then decided it best to play the gig and check on things at home as well. I hadnt left the hospital in over a week. I was scared to leave.....fearing it may be the last time I saw my Dad. Although he has been improving daily, he is still very ill. I kissed him, told him I loved him very much and walked out of the room. It was very difficult. Somehow, I felt if I didn't leave him, I could control everything. I think we all felt that way because none of us left the hospital really. Myself and my sister Teresa ("T") were literally there 24-7 and the rest of the clan hung out everyday but slept at home.
I was gone 48 hrs. In that 48 hrs, my Dad was released from the hospital. When I saw him again, I took one look at him and felt....somethings not right. I sat down next to him and saw that his ankles and calves were very swollen. He looked like he had aged 10+ years and he was white as a ghost. I think I noticed it more because I had left and come back, it shocked and scared me. He had some bloodwork to be done the next day but the follow-up appt with the doctor was not until this coming friday.....a week and a half after his release. I called and got him in sooner. I had to be very assertive and I felt like a B---H. I don't remember exactly what I said but something like, "you're not standing right in front of him and I am telling you that he needs to be seen now....this cannot wait" I felt like I was being annoying but I got him there and its a good thing...they had made a mistake with his medications. They had taken him off everything he was on before being in the hospital and didnt re-instate one of the ones he needed. I also think he needed to talk to someone about what happened to him and what "the plan" was.....I wrote it all down and made him a little chart. I feel blessed to have been able to be there and to be able to be here now.
However, it feels like my whole life has been put on hold. Off and on, I feel alot of anxiety. I know that this is my life....here...today...now.....I remind myself that the universe is giving me exactly what I need to be able to do what I am here to do.....I remind myself that I am in my "right and perfect place" I remind myself that I am lucky....that having this time with my Dad and with my family is a gift. I practice the principles of acceptance..letting go.....living in the present....breathing...love...compassio n....gratitude...it seems like it "should" be easy.....it is and it isnt. When it was touch and go, when my Dad was in the hospital and they told us he had a slim chance of survival.....I didnt think about anything else. Now that he appears to be recovering....its more challenging. Crisis throws me into the present....but being in the present when there isnt a crisis is more of a daily, moment to moment conscious choice.
I listened to the Prosperity Hormone call and it has helped me...what an AMAZING call. It was a reminder to practice deep, loving breaths....."vagus breaths". Breathing brings me into the "Heaven" emotions such as love, peace, trust, and courage.... as opposed to the Earth and Hell emotions like doubt, fear,envy,resentment and so on. I can easily tap into the energy of doubt and fear if I choose to.....I "should" being doing this or that....I havent done this or that....I "need" to get this or that done..... I was planning on doing this or that right now...blah, blah, blah,blah......I stop and take those 5 breaths.......the exhaling is so good. I trust the process. I let go. I am free. FREED-OM. I love that...I didn't know OM meant life force. Now, I am going to download the affirmations.
Thank you for all of your prayers....your loving thoughts and your kind words. I love this community. I look forward to seeing you at RISE!!
I just took the time to watch this movie and I am so glad that I did....it turned me around...."nature never stood in front of the forest and said there is one great photograph hidden here and only one photographer will find it and the rest of you will be hopeless losers......nature says...how many rolls did you bring with you, bring it on....I'll fill them up" its all there if we are open enough to see it.
"There is scarcity if I choose to believe it, but it is not what nature shows me." There is no competition. This is not about me....this life....it is about what service I bring to the world by celebrating what's right...through those eyes I may see a way to fix what's wrong......"we never know where its gonna go when we give it all back"......
Enjoy....and be inspired to create with freedom and peace!
Celebrate What's Right With The World with Dewitt Jones
Source: www.celebratetraining.com
In Celebrate What's Right With The World, Dewitt Jones asks: Do we choose to see possibilities? Do we really believe they’re there? He assures us that there is always more than one right answer. ...
Thank you again for all the love and concern you gave me and continue to give me as my Dad gets well. They told us he probably wouldn't make it, but he's still here
I had to leave his side and come back to Door County WI for work. I was afraid to leave him. I felt that somehow if I never left his side nothing bad would happen. We all know I can't control that, but I know it was helping him to have all of us girls around. We camped out.....he kept saying, "thanks for stopping by" as if we stopped over for dinner. We got a laugh out of that one when he was in the hospital and kind of out of it. We told him, "don't worry about us, we're all together and having fun" and we did. I have missed my sisters a ton since returning to work.
I told my Dad I would see him after the season is over here and I believe that I will. The doctors told us that he is not progressing as fast as they would like and he cannot do cardiac rehab yet. They haven't been able to give him a stress test to qualify. He is supposed to walk a little a couple times a day. He is doing that pretty well. He started out making it to the corner, but now he makes it further. He may be moving slow, but he is steadily getting better.
They told us that his depression is normal. Sometimes he just stares into space. It is difficult to get him to talk about his feelings. We try. He does not have the same spark...and it worries us. It is very painful to watch. Every now and then, we see a glimpse of the man before the heart attack and it gives us hope. We kind of overlook and detach from his crabbiness, which we rarely saw before. He might get really mad occassionally, but he would never be in an overall crabby state. He doesnt joke like he used to....however I was able to crack him up on the phone the other day.
I look forward to seeing all of you at RISE. He was asking me about it. I told him all about you and how you thought good thoughts...and prayed...and saw him well. I told him how much your love helped me during that time. He said, "that's nice honey". And he's right, it is!!
It was a profound privilege and pleasure to connect with all of you in LA at BraveHearts Rise. What a wonderful event! There are many treasures I came home with in my pocket of sorts----"there are the facts....and there is the truth"....said by the fabulous Gloria Loring. I love that and it has already assisted me more than once. In any given moment, in any given situation....there are the facts....yes indeed....but then there is the truth which may not be revealed immediately....the unseen....what we come to see about a moment, a situation.
Another highlight for me was the breathing work with James Hyman. I have never ever been able to let go as I did while doing this healing energy work. It was a phenomenal experience...transformational.
Singing with the One Voice choir for the talent show...Kathy, Linda, Anita, Claudia, Bentley and me. "I'm gonna lift my sister up". This is truly what we do....we lift each other up. We Rise together!
I connected with so many women who moved me to smile and laugh, to cry, gave me one ah-ha after the other, lots of chills. There were so many precious moments. I look forward to next years Rise event. I'm happy we have this site to stay together through.
Thank you to Ellie, Charlie and the BraveHeart team who put their hearts into this event tirelessly, humbly, and boldly. They are absolutely amazing.
We are clear, we are committed, we are connected....together we move forward.
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