Recently I was connecting with a fellow yogi after class. Her mother very recently died and like many of us, she’s been sick this winter. She has great balance and fortitude. I shared with her what S~E~E~P™ is and she shared with me her missing component.
We’ve all done it, pressed send, reply or copy to the WRONG person.
Oops! Second thought on this one. Sorry.
No one wants to decide who they will be friends with in the case of divorce.
Rarely can anyone remain close to both parties after a painful split.
Having divorced and remarried, I have discovered the surprising shallow depth of what I once thought were real friendships. Always curious about human nature, I can’t help but wonder why they don’t connect with me now.
I have decided to do a little reflecting, in hopes that you will follow my lead and do your own reflecting. Many of us are very hard on ourselves, and we point out our flaws regularly. Taking a few moments to let the truth of how we have grown override the reminders of how we’ve fallen short is one way of combating the negativity in our mind. Perhaps you aren’t as wrapped up in your own failings, but the decisions of others are seemingly destroying your peace. Taking time to acknowledge the accomplishments, as well as growth, will help. It is essential to take time and ponder growth, past, and future.
I will model the S~E~E~P™ method.
I am on the cusp of rereleasing my debut book under its new title, Soul Work for Cancer: Living a Life Interrupted by Cancer.
I decided to post a teaser this week with the first chapter. You can purchase the book at my website or on Amazon (Coming Soon).
Please Pray for/Worry about Me
July 1, 2011
I find myself offended when I hear, “I’m worried about you.” I should take the comment as, “You matter to me and I sincerely care about your circumstances,” but all too often, I flat out reject those words.
Here’s a Highlight Reel
Bryan and I celebrated our one year wedding anniversary in November. We still feel like we did when we first met, but our relationship is growing truer as it matures. We are so thankful for the challenges we endured before we met each other, we are astounded at what we have and do not take it for granted.
Recently, someone I love was misrepresented to a judge as I sat by helplessly. The opposing counsel steadily focused on their goal, to win for their client.
I wanted to scream, “That’s a lie, that’s is inaccurate!” I was to sit quietly and respectfully in my seat like everyone else.
I think about all the people who feel misrepresented by government leaders. It is maddening when others are making decisions, without the full story. You may adamantly oppose the outcome, and yet it affects you. Someone is setting things in place that are out of your control.
We take for granted our access to clean water, HVAC systems, and food, but recently I have realized there was something else I take for granted. I grew up surrounded by smiles. I never understood what a precious gift that was.
I would have to say every single time I have seen my mother over the last 48 years; there has been a clear message that she loves me. Indeed, there were times of great trial, but I can assure you I have always known her love for me. In many ways, this is because she acknowledges my presence in a genuinely caring way. Whether it is “Good morning,” when I wake up, “hello” as I walk into a room, or the way she can’t wait to see me when arriving home from being away.
Once I left an emotionally abusive household, I began to realize the impact that my environment had on my sharp reactions to emotional triggers. Often people will stay in a toxic environment where they experience invalidation of feelings and distortion of the truth. Oppressive environments cause people reflect character traits that are not true to themselves. The behavior is a symptom of toxic environments.
I was happily preparing for my cooking class last Wednesday night when my husband began sharing with me a conversation he had with our pastor. Among the things discussed, he touched on the fact that I had said something offensive last Sunday in front of the entire congregation.