This is as inspiring as any Broadway musical I’ve seen. It’s so damn SWEET, I got weepy through the giggles.
Month: July 2009
I dream of children being taught mindfulness in school, and a movement of conscious birth choices and parenting, and technologies that heal.
Each one of my soul sisters was love and bad laughs at first site. My best clients began with amazing conversations in bars and at conferences.
So next time your mother is a bit… well, you know how she gets. Or your typically grouchy neighbor is a grouch. Or…
Everyone on this list should be highly paid and world famous. And in case you’re wondering, I don’t get kick backs or referral fees for loving them so much.
When you aim to shine, life pays proper attention to you–and that includes your lover boy (or girl.) And lest you think I’m taking the feminist movement back two decades, know that I expect that same Look Fine Commitment from my dude. He knows that his chances of getting lucky increase with spicy cologne and a pressed linen shirt. Even June Cleaver would swoon.
That uncomfortable silence after a friend has told you his bad news or a rant of how overwhelmed she is. Break ups and broken arms and melt downs. Even for our best friends we don’t always know what to say or do to make it better. We fumble to fill the space with salving words, or sometimes worse, with solutions. When really, all we need to do is ask…
His mind is like a kaleidoscope of solutions and problems and questions.
“Tell me the truth, Frank, we used to live by it. And you know what’s so good about the truth? Everyone knows what it is however long they’ve lived without it. No one forgets the truth Frank, they just get better at lying.”
One of my wisest friends figures that it took about thirty years for him and his wife to simply be nice to each other. Now there is a euphoria in their familiarity.
Before you were told you were the runner up, and before you concluded that you needed improving upon, the original, gloriously sensational You was there.
Go direct. Admit to your faux pas poo poo and lay on the goodness. The entire letter was clear and thoughtful, they sent me a copy of…
I hope the very clear vision I see of my son living a long and luscious life comes to fruition.
The truth is far easier to deal with than illusion, evasion or avoidance. You can wrap your arms around it. You can look it in the eye. You can take it to the bank.