All posts tagged: true self

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The Power to Be

This week I decided to get off my ass.  I made the choice to start fresh. start new. move forward.  I had been paralyzed for some time, dealing with the grieving that comes with an ending to something you thought would last forever~ a marriage.  When you’re in a marriage, you have your ideas about what is “supposed to be” ingrained in your mind, soul, and heart. Your future, while always uncertain, contains a security based on the idealism of forever.  Clearly, my soul and heart needed the time and space that this paralysis offered to catch up to my head and to reality.  To filter out what “could have been” and what was “supposed to be” with what “is”.  I was overwhelmed with a life ahead of me that was now open to ANYTHING. ….ANYTHING I wanted…which was EVERYTHING…and EVERYTHING paralyzed me into NOTHING.  and that’s where I got caught up in….doing NOTHING. In conjunction with my week of starting new, I happened across a TREASURE at the bookstore that LEAPED and TWIRLED right into my soul.  It’s …

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Favorite Wakeup Call

The Awakening by Sonny Caroll There comes a time in your life when you finally get it… When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out- ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on. And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world from a new perspective. This is your awakening. You realize that it is time to stop hoping and waiting for something, or someone, to change or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that there aren’t always fairytale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of “happily ever after ” must begin with you. Then a sense of serenity is born of acceptance. So you begin making your way …

Soul Sistas

Sparkle

Okay.. so here’s the thing. I consider myself a sister goddess (read Mama Gena’s book)…….or as I like to say “story star”. I try to surround myself with other sister goddesses and other story stars. I try to live as juicy as I can. It doesn’t happen all the time…. because I also suffer from PMS. During that time, I am a total fucking bitch goddess…. But you can read about that in another post. Women who declare themselves as story stars have the magic. Hey girls! “You’ve got to fall in love with yourselves first… and then the world will follow.” (Mama Gena) Being authentic is about being true to who you really are and developing intimacy with others based on this  truth.  (throw sex into the mix and you have yourselves a guaranteed orgasm) I’m sorry…this is where my mind goes and I have no control over it. :) Authenticity requires being real.  Declaring this is who I am and I’m not afraid to show you.  It also involves caring about what others …

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Voracious Vixens for Vitality

“It’s your story…. make it a page-turner!” ~ Nikki Hardin (Skirt Magazine) Camping for a cause (cancer) with the girls in Windsor. We fabulous women understand that props, jello shots, and nicknames can only enhance an already good time…and helps tremendously when sleeping in a tent in the pouring rain. We named ourselves “Voracious Vixens for Vitality”.  In other words, we were ill-tempered and quarrelsome foxy women, hungry and eager for the continuation of a meaningful or purposeful existence.  Exactly! What more can one hope for. :)

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The Naked Truth

Last year, I met up with a couple of old friends. Old,meaning I haven’t seen them in a while. They are still fresh and young as a summer’s breeze. One of these friends is a girl who was a neighbor and a very good bud from my pre-teen years. We spent much of our childhood together. We ruled our neighborhood, our younger sisters, and all of their friends. All the memories jumped right in my face upon seeing her again. We had a ball rehashing the loads of fun and trouble we used to cause. We looked quite innocent back in the day, but our behavior could be construed as a bit unruly. We used to play hide-and-seek in the cornfields (Remember all the cornfields in St. Clair Beach)…….but we had our own version…. strip hide-and-seek. We ran around those cornfields naked with our friends…boys and girls…. and. we. were. 10. Oh the days of youth gone by. In fact, most of the memories that we both shared (with much laughter) include nakedness. Her house …

Her True Self Spoke Loud and Clear

Star of My Story

I do so declare myself to be a perfect concoction of imperfection…. just f*cked up enough to be considered interesting. (Oh… you should know that I like to fancify my profanity with stars…it just looks prettier and it’s my way of easing into inappropriateness). {P.S. How fun is it to say the word concoction?? It sounds like it should be inappropriate yet it’s just fancy}.   Most importantly though, you should know that I have a kind heart… and since I’ve just read that there’s nothing more glamorous than a kind heart, well then I must also declare myself glamorous. I have a real-woman body and I have to remind myself every day how sexy that is. I really do believe it. It’s just that some days when I’m looking in the bathroom mirror and the curves and swerves are highlighted ever so candidly, I have to affirm it with concerted effort (those are usually limited to the dark side of the moon days). Luckily, a lovely outfit (I prefer Bohemian with a touch of Fancy) provides a huge …