Služba in delo

Danes zjutraj sem se zbudila pred Svarunom in radostna smuknila iz postelje; ti dnevi, ko imam zjutraj vsaj malo časa zase, me še vedno najbolj pocrkljajo. Zavrela sem si čaj in zavzela balkon, obsijan z vzhajajočim soncem, ki me je božalo skozi gosto sivino oblakov. Usedla sem se v meditacijo in kaj kmalu opazila, da je moj um danes glasnejši od moje tišine, zatorej sem se ju odločila nemudoma uravnovesiti.

Uležem se na blazino za jogo, ki je bila očitno prenočila na balkonu, in sprostim napetosti v položaju otroka. Zametki tišine so že tu. Iz položaja otroka najdem svojo pot v gibanje, v raztezanje, v držanje svojega centra. Držanje centra je vselej oboje: dobesedno in figurativno. Vsi jogijski položaji namreč zahtevajo napete, močne mišice trupa, ki nas držijo v ravnovesju – to pa nam neizogibno prinese tudi notranji center, to se pravi notranji fokus, usmerjen naravnost v to telo v tem trenutku.

Ko najdem svojo pot v telo, ki željno valuje s tokom gibanja in pri tem ječi od nepopisnega užitka, najdem svojo tišino. In najdem svoj nasmeh. In najdem hvaležnost. Hvaležnost za življenje, v katerem lahko navsezgodaj zjutraj delam jogo na sončnem balkonu. In medtem ko v meni vre hvaležnost za svobodo, slišim pod balkonom ljudi, kako se eden za drugim popokajo v svoja vozila in odpeljejo na delo. Jim prisluhnem, jih v mislih pospremim do svojih vozil ter srčno upam, da gredo v službo veselega srca.

Delo, kaj?

Če se zazremo vase, lahko mirno rečemo, da delo pomensko oblikuje naša življenja. Ne glede na to, kaj v življenju počnemo, nam delo vešče kroji vsakdan. Če službo imamo, nas ta povečini objestno okupira ter za vse ostale stvari, ljudi, pomembnosti v naših življenjih pusti zgolj oglodke in ogorke naše energije. Če službe nimamo, nas to golo dejstvo vse prevečkrat okupira z iskanjem delovnega mesta – črne luknje, ki ji bomo nesebično darovale vse kar smo, v zameno pa le redko dobile/vzele tisto/toliko, kar si kot čudovite, unikatne ženske z nešteto in nešteto darovi zares zaslužimo. Mala zagonetka, kaj? No, ni nujno. Ni nujno, če vemo, da služba in delo lahko nista ena in ista stvar.

V prejšnjem odstavku sem namenoma uporabila besedo služba, ker ta meni osebno ponazarja stres, ki sem ga hotela orisati. Služba je iz moje perspektive delo, ki ga opravljaš, ko pomagaš svojemu delodajalcu uresničiti njegove ali njene sanje. Moja definicija izhaja iz reka, s katerim se ne bi mogla bolj strinjati: »Če ne gradiš svojih sanj, te bo najel nekdo drug zato, da mu boš pomagal graditi njegove.« In če je torej služba delo, ki ga opravljamo, da si plačamo položnice, je delo to in še mnogo, mnogo več. Delo ponazarja poklicanost posameznika v tem življenju. Pomeni tisto nekaj, kar nam je dano predati naprej v svet. Pomeni tisto nekaj, kar vselej opravljamo v sodelovanju s čudovitim spletom okoliščin, ki nam nudijo priložnost za priložnostjo, da izkusimo, izživimo in podarimo svoj čudoviti, unikatni koktejl vrednot, lastnosti in talentov – in smo za to plačane. Zveni magično, vem. In tudi je magično. Magično je izbrati in živeti vizijo točno takšnega življenja, ki mojo žensko dušo, mojo attho, v polnosti podpira k razcvetu. In magično je vedeti, da je točno ta vizija, to življenje, to delovanje največja podpora, ki jo lahko nudim svetu, da postane boljši dom za vse ljudi. Ta magija je naša pravica. Pravica, ki pride z odgovornostjo, da vse okrog nas navdihujemo pri zaobjemanju njim lastne magije.

Da lahko to magijo spravimo v svoje zavedanje, moramo najprej svojih podstrešij očistiti vseh starih prepričanj o delu, ki jim še dovolimo, da nam tudi v novih časih držijo vajeti.

Sama sem svojim prepričanjem sledila v otroštvo, v čase, ko sta bila »delo« in »služba« še sinonima. Sinonima, ki sta nenadno vstopila v moje zgodnje otroštvo in mi še nepripravljeni  vzela mamo, mene pa vsakodnevno ob trenutku prihoda v vrtec pahnila v neutolažljiv jok, ki je trajal vse dokler ni po kosilu prišel nono pome v svojem priljubljenem belem hrošču. Tako se je začel moj odnos z delom: neslavno. Od začetnega antagonista, ki mi je za dobršen del dneva redno jemal mamo, je delo v mojem svetu dobivalo izključno negativne točke, ker je bilo vedno pospremljeno z občutkom prisile, brezizhodnosti. Moji starši od mene in mojih sestra resda nikoli niso kaj prida zahtevali, toda pričakovali so, da bo vsaka izmed nas nekako pripomogla k gospodinjstvu. (To je seveda popolnoma razumljivo, saj se nas je pet gnetlo v trosobnem stanovanju, ki je ob obilici neumeščenih stvari takoj dajalo vtis kaotičnosti.) Od mene se je kot od najstarejše največ in najprej pričakovalo: likanje, brisanje prahu, sesanje so bila opravila, ki sem si jih podajala s sestrami. In tudi, če sem se zavedala, da s svojim delom pomagam svoji mami, so mi bila opravila v breme. Bila so nekaj, kar moram storiti, zato sem komaj čakala trenutek, da bo storjeno že za menoj. Nikoli nisem v početju iskala zadovoljstva in miru, kaj šele užitka. Ne. Delo mi je že zelo zgodaj začelo predstavljati biznis: nekaj, kar storim samo zato, da dobim socialni mir.

Nekaj, kar storim samo zato, ker vem, da od tega tudi sama nekaj dobim.

Ta drobcen stavek je načelo starega sveta, stare paradigme, stare ekonomije. To so bili časi, ki jim je vladal rek »brez dela ni jela«. Ta jasno oriše delo kot delovanje, usmerjeno k doseganju zunanjega cilja lastne preskrbljenosti. Ponazarja ločenost in individualnost posameznika ter brezizhodnost položaja. No, ti časi so na srečo mimo. Raziskovalci in raziskovalke nove ekonomije, samostojni podjetniki in podjetnice, kot tudi energijski delavci in delavke so si namreč enaki, da se svet vztrajno spreminja v smeri razcveta – da pa mu ljudje še ne upamo slediti. V devetdesetih letih prejšnjega stoletja je prvič prišel v rabo termin »nova ekonomija«, ki je zarisal kontrast med ekonomijo industrijske proizvodnje ter ekonomijo uslug, po kateri je bilo že tedaj vse več povpraševanja, dandanes pa ga je še toliko bolj. Če se ozremo naokrog, lahko vidimo, da se v dandanašnji ekonomiji sproti ustvarja prostor za dušno kreacijo prav vsake izmed nas. In ne samo, da je dovolj prostora zanjo – dandanašnja ekonomija rabi dušne kreacije prav vsake izmed nas, ki bodo pridale svoj košček k mozaiku nove paradigme.

Če tega ob mojem pomanjkanju vzvišene strokovne terminologije do sedaj še niste pogruntale, naj povem, da sem sama svetlobna leta stran od ekonomistke. Ekonomijo sem v svoji nevednosti venomer povezovala zgolj z denarjem, koncept le-tega pa me ni nikoli zanimal … vse dokler se nisem znašla v resničnem življenju, kjer sem se s prodajanjem svojih uslug borila za košček kruha zase in za svojega sina. Ja, borila sem se, prav tako, kot se bori vsakdo, ki skuša s starimi lečami videti nov svet. Če je stara ekonomija je temeljila na borbi za premoč ali za višjo stopničko v hierarhiji, potem je nova ekonomija zasidrana v povezovanju vseh nas, ki iz srca svetu nudimo tisto, kar nam je v neznanski užitek početi. Nisem ekonomistka, toda v tistem trenutku, ko sem se znašla sredi borbe za preživetje, sem vedela, da je čas za nov pristop k delu, ki ga ljubim. Vedela sem, da je čas, da se preneham boriti, ker me borba popolnoma izpije. In vedela sem, da je čas, da pričnem svoje darove deliti med ljudi. In zaupati, da bo po naravnem zakonu vrednost našla svojo pot nazaj do mene. Nisem več počela stvari zato, da bi večala svoj kupček, ampak zato, da izživim poklicanost svoje duše, ki me vedno tako ali tako vodi k izobilju.

Početi nekaj samo zato, ker lahko od tega dobim nekaj zase, je star način delovanja, kjer je vsakdo mislil samo nase in gledal le na svojo dobrobit. Časi patriarhalnih vrednot, ko brat brata potunka zato, da bi sam živel, so mimo. Naj bodo, prosim, mimo tudi časi, ko anonimnež zdravstvenemu inšpektorju posreduje seznam ljudi, ki so na Facebooku člani »anticepilne« skupine, in s tem za vsakogar izmed njih sproži morebitni sodni postopek.

Dajmo, enkrat za vselej spravimo tiste leče, skozi katere smo prej gledale v svet in se odprimo zavedanju, da tuj uspeh ni naša grožnja, marveč naš uspeh in naš navdih. Naj pride čas, ko bo vsaka izmed nas vedela, zakaj se je rodila. Tista mehkoba. Tisti užitek. Tisti mravljinci. In srce, ki dela salte v nas. To so občutki, ki spremljajo našo poklicanost. Naj pride čas, ko vsaka izmed nas sprevidi, sprejme in dovoli, da njena poklicanost v njej tako zasije, da ji bo osvetljevala pot naprej. Užitek naj bo njena zvezda vodnica, kajti užitek je stranski produkt odločitve, da si delo drznemo izbrati same, da nič več ne čakamo. Naj pride čas, ko vsaka izmed nas sprevidi, da je vsak trenutek, ki ga porabi za stvari, ki je ne veselijo, izpolnijo, dvignejo, pobožajo in v njenih globinah vzklikajo tisti zveneči, navdušeni jaaaaaa, scanje proti vetru.

Naj pride čas, ko se vsaka izmed nas zave, da je sem prišla s svojim unikatnim koktejlom. Ta koktejl je naravnost magičen in njena odgovornost je, da ga nekomu postreže. Le komu? Le komu ga bo namenila?

Preveč ga je, da bi ga sama počasi srkala. Pokvaril bi se in stran bi ga morala zliti. Za to pa je tega magičnega koktejla škoda. Ne, z nekom ga bo delila. Toda s kom?

Morda ji pri odločitvi pomaga dejstvo, da za šankom sedi in s prsti tleska po njem ves preljubi svet, ki komaj čaka, da proba ta novi, unikatni koktejl, za katerega je bil slišal od nekoga. Vse, kar mora še storiti, je naliti ga v kozarce – in podeliti.

Naj pride čas, ko z nepopisno lahkotnostjo vsaka izmed nas v kozarec nalije svoj čudoviti, unikatni koktejl, in ga ponudi v svet.

Pripis. Tega ne pišem z namenom, da vse, ki to berete, naščuvam proti vaši službam; pomagati nekomu uresničiti njegove ali njene sanje, je zelo plemenito, če tudi ve sanjate te sanje.  To pišem zato, da nagovorim tiste izmed vas, ki že razmišljajo o tem, da bi stopile na svoje dušno poslanstvo, pa morda potrebujejo le še drobno vzpodbudo.

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O ustvarjanju

Pa sva spet doma. Po celem prejšnjem tednu noric sva danes ponovno na bolniski.

In povem vam, po celem tednu neustvarjanja mi ni najlažje dvigniti roke od svoje knjige, katere ustvarjanju sem (ob dopoldnevih, ko je Svarun v vrtcu) popolnoma predana. In se dobro uro po zajtrku veselo odzvati na: “Mama, lačen.”

Ja, malo me srbijo prsti. Srbijo prsti in skrbijo roki.

Ampak veste kaj? TUDI TO JE USTVARJANJE.

Ja, tudi teden dni in se malo bolniške je ustvarjanje. Ne, ne bom šla tja, kjer pravim, da je vse, kar počnemo, kreacija … četudi je res. Kar hočem povedat, je: tudi ti dnevi, ko ne ustvarjam, kot sem navajena (kleče na tabureju pred računalnikom, ob svečki in kamnih za podporo), ustvarjam … ker ustvarjam ŽIVLJENJE IZ ŽENSKE ESENCE. Znano?

Decembra sem začela pisati svojo prvo knjigo Attha: Prebujanje v žensko esenco in od tedaj me ČISTO VSE, kar se mi dnevno zgodi in dogaja, uči prebujanja v žensko esenco. Vse. Vem, veliko ljudi je že reklo, da je pisanje knjige prava transformacija. In tu sem očitno še ena, ki temu pritrjujem z vso vnemo. Kakšni meseci!

Vse, kar se mi je v preteklih mesecih zgodilo, je zdravilni proces prebujanja v žensko esenco. Tudi bolezni, tudi vrtec- ne vrtec situacija, tudi pavza v mojem al-iksirjevem delovanju in tudi včerajšnje vprašanje o dlakah pod pazduho pri ženskah (anketa je znotraj moje fb skupine Attha + vesela bom tudi vašega glasu). Vse mi pomaga na poti pri prebujanju v žensko esenco in zatorej vse piše mojo knjigo. Vse in zatorej tudi to, da se danes učim ustaviti konje in malo “bolj u izi” jemat svoje delo, oziroma še boljše – Žonglirat življenje, kakršno je v tem trenutku: z bolnim Svarunom in mislimi, ki se mi prižigajo in jih je potrebno izpisati in s kosilom in perilom, ki se je že kaki dve uri nazaj opralo v stroju.

To je to. Življenje. In življenje je ultimativna kreacija.

Hvala, da ne berete in ste.

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(Dinozavzi imajo koncert za boginje. So morali priredit ves koncert, je rekel Svarun, ker sicer dinozavri pojejo o puškah – Kalašnikov.)

On Showing up For Our Part

I was on the phone with a certain very wise sir the other day. We were talking about this and that when I cracked up open, telling him all my ferocious plans for the next year that really light my fire. What he responded I carry with me.

“Yes, well. The plans sound amazing, but then you have to let Life happen for you.”

His reply really provoked my deep, unsatiable need to control things. It provoked my once-knowledge that us humans only co-create this amazing, full, joyous, our life. We co-create it with all that is (which we are also part of). All that is can translate as god, Universe, Inteligence, Pachamama. And this highly compassionate Presence is aware of all our wishes and continues to readily fulfill them under the condition that it serves as the highest good for all. And ourselves as beings that dig to learn our lessons and deepen our connection to ourselves and life itself, practice acceptance along the way.

Acceptance of what is in trust that all is good, because life itself is good, and because we are deeply loved and guided, is the very essence of the female energy.

“And it harm none, so mote it be.”

Today seems like a good day to let go of my plans.

*Sure, I’ll have desires … but they won’t make me clench my teeth when not fulfilled the minute I want them too.

*And I’ll have wishes still … but never so big so as to prioritize them over my feelings or feelings of loved ones nearby.

*And I’ll continue to dream my dreams … ever so vast, ever so huge, ever so blue-skied and free.

I will show up for my part of the deal, and trust that the Universe will show up for its part of the deal, as it always does. I will rest assured that it will lead me – directly or over a few turns – to the Woman I Have Yet To Be.

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Femininity and Masculinity

All human beings posses both, the masculine and the feminine aspect – two contrasting forces that are drawn towards each other. The feminine aspect is charged with negative polarity, yin, that welcomes, draws towards herself all that she desires, whereas the masculine aspect is overflowing with positive polarity, yang, that righteously fuels a man to take action towards achieving his goals. The feminine aspect is bound to be more abundant in women, but present in men as well, while the masculine should prevail in men, but should also be found in women.

One look at the western societies tells us that the aforementioned structure has been shattered, since most people – both men and women – predominantly live in their masculine essence of action, action, action. This should not come as a surprise if you take into account our education, our upbringing and the values that were passed on from a few generations back. We have all been taught since very early on that striving, pushing it and making it happen is the way to get things done around here. Having no other model to look up to, us women took up the masculine dynamic, went out into the world, achieved … and got back home exhausted and needing to take care of the kids, home, and our partner.

While the masculine approach may well serve men in initiating and igniting their desires, it will only drain, wear out and bring women to their last legs. Funnily enough, as I was checking the synonyms for “exhausted” on the internet, the dictionary’s first example sentence for the word “tired” said: “She came home tired from work.” You don’t really believe it was a coincidence that she was tired, not him? If even dictionaries, written by men and women in our society, say that women are bound to come home tired from work, it must also be written in our collective consciousness that the feminine aspect was not designed to fit the masculine society’s tight schedule. Indeed, women are not meant to use up much energy and force in order to achieve, because we excel at attracting and accepting the energy that we have pulled towards us. And yes, we accept everything that comes our way, including the energies and outcomes we might not want. For instance, did you know that during a sexual intercourse the woman accepts into her literal body not only the man’s penis, but his emotional state with all the baggage as well? Everything we as women accept into our own energy field, into our own being keeps piling up in our wombs until our creative centre is brimming with feelings and beliefs that not necessarily serve us.

If we know that as women we will accept everything that comes our way, we can start now to be the judge of what’s coming. To be the judges of what’s coming, the magnificent creators of our own life experiences, we must learn how to live from the feminine.

But how?

By listening, not speaking. Now shhh; open your inner ear.

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The Feminine Essence

Friday was a very busy day since I had to prepare all of the al-Iksir vegan goods that I would later that evening sell at a lovely event called Swap. Whenever my work involves kitchen magic, I put on inspiring talks, interviews or music on YouTube and turn on my receptive mode to make the time most enjoyable. I was just past my moon cycles and felt like I needed a feminine balm so I decided to look for my inspiration in Tami Lynn Kent, who guides women to reclaim the wild in themselves.

Most of my day was spent in the »I have to« mode, which is how I was used to get things done.

Not even close to being all set and done, I looked at the time and saw I was running late. »So what’s new,« the inner critic, who wants to live up to my father’s discipline, said. I let her words sting and flooded aimlessly around the flat, being more or less disappointed in myself because I had already predicted I would be late, mad at myself for wasting what I thought was too much time replying the messages on social media (though business-oriented) and anxious because I believed I wouldn’t manage to go hug and kiss Svarun, who was with my parents and my grandmother until after the event. I felt the familiar feeling of being drowned by my own unfinished chores and just as I was getting ready to take my last breath of sanity, I heard the echo of all of the interviews I had listened throughout the day. Immediately I hung myself onto the only arm, reaching out to my rescue from the very core of the Feminine. I resurfaced and hesitantly looked her in the eye.

»How many times did you realize that doing things the hard way was not okay, but you still go on pushing and battling against time and your body like they were the enemies?« I heard the critic again. I didn’t like her reproaching, but she was right. It was almost a year ago that I tiredly asked the Universe: »What must I do in order to be more effective with my work?« Against all of my expectations of being given a strategy, a fool-proof plan, I heard a few simple words: »You must deepen your spiritual practice.« After that I indeed deepened my spiritual practice of yoga and meditation, but solely on days when I didn’t actually have to get things done. Contrarily, on days like Friday I would still skip my morning yoga and meditation to save time and rush to get the real work done. Observant as I am, I would then notice later in the day that I was being distraught and impatient and would swear that I would never skip my peace work again, but when the next time came, I went the same old path. I still doubted that my spiritual practice was of much use in doing my business in real life because I still thought that real things had to be done the hard way, the masculine way. Things like life, raising up a kid, career, anything. I was still residing in my masculine and I did not trust my feminine to show me the way out of the stress and into the feminine essence.

On Friday she reached her hand out to save me from another exhausting day. She might have tried it before, but I didn’t see no hands before – I was too busy stressing out.  On Friday I was ready to see the hand, save myself and confront her. I had to look her in the eye, no matter how mad at me I thought she might be. As soon as our eyes met, though, I felt peace, I felt love, and I felt faith. I knew that she was in fact glad; glad I found my way home.

Such is the feminine essence.

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Photo courtesy of Teja Blatnik.

Thank you, my dearest, for being behind the camera and close to the heart.

On Being Real

If you have been following me at all up here, you know I’m taking this three-month course called Abundance Group, where we aim at developing our talents and gifts into abundance. It’s amazing. And it’s challenging to see that our acquired sense of self is often the jailer for all that we could be. That’s what I want to talk about today.

What I’ve come to notice is that I didn’t have any problems stating who I was. This is the question I’ve been dealing with fort he past decade:“Who am I, really?” And I’ve come to definitions and I’ve come to conclusions and I’ve come to internalize a set of beliefs about me that I hold dear to my heart and that make me feel right. For example, ever since I came to know the hippie movement from the late 1960’s in my early teens, I just knew: “Mom, I’m a hippie.” What got me about the hippies was their FREEDOM, but what made me stay was the prison that kept my mind believing: “It’s alright if I’m penniless, at least I’m free.” Excuse me, mind, but having a child and being penniless is no fun. Even the freedom, which was the reason that I signed up in the first place, turns to anxiety and rage when my son needs winter boots and I am in no way capable of buying a pair. I wasn’t, but luckily I always had family and friends who were. 

And then I started asking myself whether this was really who I was supposed to be? “Honestly, I’m here to be broke?”, I asked myself and paused.

The voice of the wise answered for me: “Well, if you’re buying this, I’m certainly not.” It was time to acquire a new sense of self. This sense of self made me describe myself as I did a few days ago.

I’m a woman and a mother who is aiming at balance of body, mind and soul. I am a researcher of life whose job is to find pleasure in every little step on the way. I am here to tell the truth about the way and I am here to be REAL.

Seeing the world that is fake and the people who fake in order to please or reach some sort of standards,  lights the fire on my way, because I’m here to question: “Whose standards?”. If you know the answer to this, right you are; if not, go deep inside and look for them for the answers always await until you come inside. We are our own standards and once we’ve caught a glimpse of ourselves, of our true light in being … that light is loyal enough to never let us go. Whatever we sense, or see, or feel, or hear, or touch inside – it’s all good. And if your mind can’t categorize that as good yet, know that that exact thing is a call for love; your love.

We are here to do pure magic, get it?

We are pure magic! From head to toe.

But in order to let the magic shine through, we must love and accept ourselves first. We have to come to terms with all of our pieces because none are better then others. None! Sure, we have come to accept the light and the dark, the up and the down, the left and the right, and yes, even the right and the wrong. But we have only come to know these because we live in a dualistic reality, where it’s easier to understand our different pieces as contrasts. There is no harm in that – as long as we also keep in mind that all of these contrasts can only apply to our particular viewpoints (that are unavoidably the products of our upbringing, education and experiences).

Try not to label your contrasts as right or wrong. If you do that, you will show the world only the pieces in you that you think are right and hide the rest. And that’s fake. And not only is it not REAL, but it will make the unloved, unappreciated pieces of you either sink in and hold a grudge – or (if you’re anything like me) rebel.

All of our pieces are right, because they are ours and because they are real and thus make us REAL. And if they’re showing you a part of yourself that you don’t like or try to ignore or deprive of love or starve to death … they are here because of that alone: to point the finger.

Today bathe the parts that you don’t accept in yourself with love. And let them be.

They make you REAL.

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Gotta Love Him, the Scorpio

Do you feel the Scorpio’s rule this year? It seems highly unlikely but this year, I felt immediately when the happy-go-lucky Libra set off and king of the shadow, Scorpio, took over. I know that because I started to feel more tension running through my veins than normally. That, and more visits to my shadows than usual.

My shadow emotion has got to be anger. It’s the first feeling I would get when something doesn’t go according to the plan. I’m not a particularly fearful human being, and I don’t get gloomy all that often – but I will get angry in no time. Anger is the one that’s using up the fire of my bright spirit – when I’m not tuned in. Into myself. Into my body and mind. When my head is calculating the earnings, the to-do list, the people I have to call, the articles I have to write … instead of noticing what’s here and now.

And what’s been here and now is my beautiful son, figuring out this world. This past week he didn’t go to kindergarten so we spent all of our days together all the time. For the first couple of days I didn’t even do my yoga or meditation, but when I saw where this has brought me (and consequently us) I quickly called a halt to the absence of inner-goddess-time. I need this time as I do my oxygen to stay alive – and I took that time as I do my oxygen … even if he regularly uses my downward dog for a bridge to climb under, and even if I use a non-harming cartoon with no commercials to relax into a meditation. Well, it’s called life!

So yeah, it’s been wackadoodle around here. But I chose it because I wanted to see how far along am I in managing my roles as a woman, mother, mompreneur, single parent and constant teacher and student thingy – at the same time. What?! I’m getting better, though. My technique?  Try to remember as often as I can that:

  1. Life is not as serious as I tend to think of it. So laugh a little. Or a lot. Actually … don’t ever stop.
  2. All is good because I’m exactly where I need to be … I just need to come out of my head and notice where I’m being.

So even though I have had to try much harder to accept life’s situations with laughter, rather then with anger, I’m still here, bolder and brighter. And you know what?

There is nowhere else I’d rather be because

there is no skin that would better fit me.

I walking the feminine journey a step at a time

never forgetting that whatever is here to chew –

it’s fine, because it’s mine.

I’m focused on not forgetting that I’m here to shine,

and to turn all of the worldly things into my shrine.

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