By 7AM

Homemade Nutella crepes for the boys - one of them I have not birthed.
Fresh liver for our dog.

A hot shower awaits me and I feel so damn good about it all.

Whose Business?

As some of you know, I have been intensely studying Byron Katie's work and her simple yet profound teachings are making their way deep inside me.


This is the kind of things that does not happen that often but when it does, it is pretty darn altering.


One of these teachings has to do with "The Three Types of Businesses."


According to Byron Katie, there are three types of businesses and knowing the difference between them can make a huge difference in the way we live our lives, in the amount of peace we experience.


1) God's business. This is the stuff hurricanes and tsunamis are made of.


2) Other people's business. If your next door neighbor decides to paint his house bright fushia ... that's his business. On a tougher-to-implement level, if he decides to call you names, that's his business as well.


3) Your business. Getting mad about the new paint job or feeling insulted by his words, that's your business.

And here is the trick: the only place to ever dwell is in YOUR business. 

If you/we/I am experiencing stressful thoughts, chances are you/we/I are in someone else's business.


So simple and when truly grasped, fully revolutionary. 

No Thanks

The phone rings and the school nurse reminds me that one of my kids "needs his shots."

Being familiar with the process, I simply answer: "Ok, please send me the personal waiver form so that I may sign it and return it to you."

As I hang up the phone, I - as I have many times for the past 18 years - mentally thank the doctor who told me years ago that "no matter how authoritative and mandatory the whole vaccine lingo is, all you have to do is sign a personal waiver." Which basically is a fancy and legal way of saying "No, thank you."

I am not writing this to influence anyone on their choice of vaccination or non vaccination. Not at all.

I am writing this because I want to shout loudly and to anyone who wants to hear that sometimes, all it takes is saying "No Thanks."

No need to explain why, a simple "No Thanks" is often enough.

The First Time I Saw Her

Costa points out a spot, in the corner of an orange room in a big beautiful store and says to me:

"This is where she was, the first time I saw her." 

My boy sure loves his guitar. 

School

I believe we are all born with a different curriculum.

So, we attract different teachers and different textbooks.

Some courses are harder than others and sometimes, we need to study all night long just to barely pass.

But when the recess bell rings ... it's time to look up at the sun and go play!

Homing Instinct

"The homing instinct is an innate directional positioning that points to where you know you belong."


Yep. 

In Times of Trouble

I sit today with an uncomfortable new awareness. Uncomfortable because  - as is often the case with any important new awareness, I wish I had had it ... before.

But I didn't.

And so, in the last few weeks, as my life became a whirlwind of emotions, challenges and fears, I "did" a lot. Faced with something intensely difficult, I took action. I made appointments, I asked for support and I talked with people. I rushed things.

The support I received helped me feel loved. And validated. It all came with much warmth and because I have awesome, smart friends, it all felt really good.

But today, I sit with the knowledge that less movement may have been better.

That more sitting with ME would have served me and mine in a truer way.

Sitting with the "not knowing" would have allowed me to eventually hear my own voice, to speak my own words. The "not knowing" that is so damn uncomfortable.

So, I live with this new piece about myself. And I let it settle within me, find its new home so that I may use it in my own life as well as the lives of my clients.