Sunday, June 16, 2013

The Great Father

Father's Day...

A day to celebrate piggyback ride givers and boo-boo kissers...

The kings without crowns and heroes without capes.

We are celebrating the very determinant of a little girl's perception of men...

and the barometer that she will one day use to decide how she is to be treated by them.

We celebrate the map that will guide a little boy into manhood...

and the tool box of wisdom that will help get him there.

We celebrate the great fathers.... 

The men who understand that love and gentleness is the foundation upon which not only their strength is built, but the strength of their children. 

For all the great Fathers....you have my deepest respect and admiration. Happy Father's Day!!

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Sweet Dreams

I’m a dreamer; a sensitive, wildly creative & vivid dreamer. A woman who is at best, a passionate visionary with a meaty and purposeful journey...and at worst...somewhat comparable to an attention-deficit chihuahua .  My capacity to visualize the most beautiful scenarios in my mind’s eye is incredible. My ability to emotionally connect to what I can imagine is even more astounding. It's an asset when engaging in visualization techniques (sounds nice, doesn't it?) but utterly sucks during meditation (It ain't easy to live with everyday

I’ve spent some time this past year trying to find that delicate balance between embracing its benefits and seeking methods to avoid its potential setbacks; setbacks such as procrastination, distraction, extremism and discouragement.    

Us dreamy-creative types love the look and feel of the monumental big picture. But if we haven't welcomed discipline into our life,  it doesn't take much to get derailed. Often overlooking the baby steps and small goals which would help actualize  bigger steps and bigger goals…we easily get romanced and swept away by the extravagance of pure possibility!

It’s comparable to getting a hankering for ice-cream- but instead of having a cone, you feel compelled to experience every flavor. So you plan on eating one serving from each of the shop's 56 flavors... in one sitting...(well that's what you'll do right after you figure out how to borrow an appetite or ten)

We want to draw out and design our entire map…experience everything... right now.

All aspects of life can be affected by this potential disaster, so let me just pull from one small aspect and use it as an example.

Health.

If someone like me decides they need to start getting healthier, they don't just start with a small step in the right direction. In fact, we don’t do small. We’ll accomplish absolutely nothing at all with much ease... but small?…Never.

Here’s what starts the ball rolling. We can already see ourselves as that healthy person. How she feels, what she looks like. We then create a scenario. We envision ourselves crossing the finish line of our first race; it’s all there. What we’re wearing, how we’re feeling, what the terrain and environment look like, what song is playing in the background, how the air smells, who’s there with us, what we’re thinking AND we can see the numbers changing on the finish line clock in real time, Yo! In fact, we’re so capable of dreaming this up, that we can, and usually do experience very real feelings over this figment of our imagination. We know just how to breathe it, feel it, and taste it. It comes naturally.

We start chasing the vision. (Now remember, getting healthier was the goal

Do we plan to first start drinking more water or take walks in the evening as a form of cardio?
What?
Why?
No!
at that pace, we’ll be healthier in say, ohhhhhh, 35 years.
It’s all or nothing for us, baby!
Our entire world has to go from round to square!

We will however, spend three weeks planning for this new healthy lifestyle: we locate a gym, scope out prices for a membership, find contact information and references for the perfect personal trainer; we screen-shop at lululemon.com for a wardrobe of appropriate gym attire. Let’s not forget that we’re going to be changing all our eating habits as well. We research nutrition plans, vitamins, supplements, cleanses.
After downing our 14th cup of coffee of the day, we decide to replace the entire contents of our fridge and pantry with only  heart healthy foods.
While we’re at it, the entire household might as well go completely green.
We write out a 4 page grocery list…
(Pause here: we’ve just realized we’re intrigued by Holistic Nutrition. We get side tracked and look up enrollment information for a nutrition program)
Woah Nelly...
We reel our focus back in. 
Don't get it wrong, we’re motivated.
We are going to be So. Freaking. HEALTHY!
But we want to stay motivated.
So we get on youtube.
We watch an hour of motivational videos and stumble upon this one:






We’re so moved by the strength of the human spirit…
so in love with the power of love...
so in awe of the human body…
aaaannnnd there we go, we’re bawling.

After we stop crying…
we're inspired...
we decide an Iron man triathlon is the way to go.
Set date- mark it off in the agenda for 6 months from today because, well…
we are not doing this half way…oh-Hell-to-the-No!

hey! maybe we’ll even become fit enough to be a fitness competitor!

*Sigh* 

And so… this is how it all happens…

We stay up until the wee hours of the night for weeks on end researching Iron man and fitness competitions; we’ll need a good quality racing bike and one of those horrendous sparkly bodybuilder bikinis. As we check air fare and nearby hotels for the events to come, we wonder if there’s a way to tan for the fitness competition without going orange…We Google that as well.

After we've gathered all necessary resources and our office looks like a paper mill exploded…
our little voice of reason that was all “rah-rah-sis-boom-bah” 2 days ago, isn’t a voice anymore. In fact…that voice is now a set of eyes… and they’re rolling in their sockets… at us more specifically.  

We brush it off and move forward…

We set up a budgetary spread sheet for this new lifestyle.

Never-you-mind that I still can’t laugh my ass off without becoming winded” you say to yourself.  

But then we think about it for a minute- realizing that it’s been 2 months since we decided to get healthy, but because we've only 'planned' thus far, we still can’t even haul the clean laundry upstairs to the bedrooms without needing a nap afterwards.

We look at the goal(s) we set for ourselves…
We look at all the details…
Who in the fresh hell can do all of this?...
We look at the budget…
…and afford it!
So we start problem solving.
After all, nothing is going to stand in the way of our achievement.  
We begin planning a whole new money making, time freeing career.

(Lather. Rince. Repeat for planning the Career aspect of life as well)

It’s downhill from here, folks.

A day or two later, you catch yourself out of breath after a minimal exertion activity… like say...
brushing your teeth. 
You're faced with just how out of shape you are.
You think of the Iron man.
It’s official...
You’re discouraged.
Not even your Chariots of Fire ringtone can bring you back from this one. 

And there you have it Ladies and Gentleman, we haven’t even gotten off our ass yet and we are overwhelmed. 

We are so stealth at redirecting ourselves from our initial goals that we often don't notice until our horse trips over the cart. We get so lost and turned around in all those beautiful details and before you know it, just the idea of taking a walk EVERY. FREAKING. NIGHT feels like we've asked ourselves to climb Mount Everest.

You know why?

Because we probably have.

See! there it is in bold black letters- its marked off in the agenda- scheduled for 10 months after the projected Iron Man Triathlon: “Climb Mount Everest”

And all we really wanted was to become a little healthier.

But you know what really happened?
We weren't really planning anything...
What started as a small goal and intention, ended up being bulldozed by the immediate gratification that comes from an imaginative experience.  
The entire thing was a distraction.
How you imagine it is far more exciting than the slow boat you have to take to get to your goals. 
This is exactly how to live a life in your head while completely missing the life that you can have on your feet. 

And so my fellow creative-dreamer-distracted types, the moral of the story is... SQUIRREL!!!.... 

just kidding

I’m going for a damn walk.  



Sunday, December 2, 2012

Attention: This is Operation Hope in a Ziploc! Please Share!


Recently, I have been floating on cloud gratitude thanks to the wonderful support system I have in my life. I am truly blessed. I sat down with a cup of tea the other day- it was cold out but my house was toasty; it was quiet and I was alone with my thoughts. I started thinking about what my options would have been in my lifetime had it not been for the many wonderful people who surround me; people who they themselves mirror out as beautiful gifts. I was humbled when I thought of where my family might be if we weren’t so lovingly surrounded and supported because the truth is, there are so many people who do not have the kind of support I am so fortunate to have.  

I’ve realized that I want my children to understand that life can be very bleak when you stand alone without a community. I want them to grow up sensitive to it and appreciate those who stand with them without expectation. I want to teach my kids that they have the power within their little being too grow up honoring such a priceless community, but respecting that during their time here, it is their responsibility to always pay it forward. I want to show my children what that looks like by being an example they will one day be proud to have learned all of this from. I want them to believe that hope is never lost and the world itself is nothing short of a miracle. I want them to believe right down to their core that people are always a worthwhile investment and humanity is a beautiful thing as long as you are contributing to its beauty. I want them to understand what the holidays are really about, but more importantly, I want them to understand what every day is about.

I’m setting my intentions and taking another step toward being that example for them. As this is all about hope, I, myself am hoping to reach out and help someone - someone who may really need it right now, someone who may not be as fortunate as I am in when it comes to having a beautiful support system.

This is ‘Operation Hope in a Ziploc’

My plan was to leave a Ziploc bag in some random place around town; in the bag is 10$, a signed Christmas card and a letter explaining that I hope that my care package will be found by someone who needs it more than I do.

I had to fight the urge to forget this whole idea when my brain wanted to convince me that 10$ was a joke…but then I thought about certain times in my life where finding 10$ lying around as though it was meant for me would have been nothing less than a miracle.

Included in the letter is an open invitation to anyone who might find the Ziploc to take a minute and assess their life, if they feel that someone else would benefit from it more that they would, I asked them to contribute alongside with me, adding whatever amount they could to the bag, signing the Christmas card and leaving the Ziploc for someone else to find. My intention was to build a little community of gracious neighboring folks right there in that bag; a small group of thoughtful people who may bring someone the hope and comfort they might so desperately be needing right now. 

I started really thinking this through. One of my girlfriends has jumped on board with every fiber of her gorgeous heart and she will be dropping her own Ziploc!  I’ve decided to share this online for anyone who feels they want to pay it forward right along with me.
I’m asking that you share this message and pass it along to the people in your life! We are limitless in connection and communication thanks to the internet, please help me take advantage of it!

If you wish to start your own bag all you will need is a printer, 10$, a Christmas card, a pencil you’re willing to part with, a large Ziploc bag and an open heart!
I’ve included pictures of the contents of my Ziploc, as well as a link to the printable letter and tracking tabs!

If this intention works the way I hope it will, I promise to post any follow ups I receive right onto my facebook! I’m hoping there will be people who take the time during this busy season to share their story, their pictures, or let us all know where they’ve found a bag and where they’ve left it!

Let’s make it snow Hope in Ziplocs this Christmas!


Love,

Jen xo





‘Operation Hope in a Ziploc’ is a ten dollar, yet priceless Christmas gift for my children; one they cannot outgrow! Merry Christmas Brandon and Emma! I am still growing right along with you, my loves! Never hesitate to be the change you wish to see in the world! I love you both in endless amounts xo   

  


Be a part of this and make your own Ziploc! 
Here are the printable links to the letter and tabs

Hope in a Ziploc tracking tabs




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 Feel free to send me pictures of your bags before they go off and do what they're intended to do!!! 




  Original Location Vaudreuil, Quebec, Canada




                                                Original Location- Taunton, MA, USA    




                                          Original Location- Pierrefonds, Quebec, Canada




                                             Original Location- Vaudreuil, Quebec, Canada

           (This Ziploc is extra special; it belongs to a small child who has donated 10$ of his own
          money to be a part of Operation Hope in a Ziploc! This is his Ziploc! Thank You Monkey!)

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Being the Change





"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?  Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's  not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own life shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others ~ Marianne Williamson"




                                                    


The little girl in me has always believed that we all have an innate capability within us to make a difference in this world. Maybe we’re not all built to live as the Mother Teresas or the Dalai Lamas of this earth, but within each of us exists a pull toward earning our keep here by being a 'meaningful' contribution to humanity, just as we are; we just don’t always pay attention to that place in us. We’ve gotten side tracked...and as we go through our days, the veil of smoke that covers up what our hearts once knew for certain has gotten too thick to see beyond. I shrug my shoulders because I share this with you from a place of humbled personal experience.

Here’s my truth; I have struggled in my life and I have struggled hard. The harder I struggled the harder I fought my circumstances. As the trials and tribulations sometimes trickled, at times flooded in, the angrier I became. But underneath all that anger, my compassion for those struggling in hardships grew at an intense rate. Hubby often jokes that I’m a bleeding heart, but the truth is, I’d rather care than not care. For a long time however, my struggles seemed to become my life’s primary focus. I knew that somewhere along my journey I was meant to be the change I wished to see but I didn’t see how that would be possible for me while I myself was having such a hard time. How could I really help someone else if I couldn't even help myself? I had the best intentions but all the while telling myself that I wasn’t in a great position to do all the things I felt inclined to do. I kept telling myself that the day life stopped feeling like such a struggle, the day I got it together was the day I would be able to build the life I’d always imagined and show the world that I had something to offer. Unfortunately I’ve spent a lot of time always waiting for some situation to get better.

“Once this happens I’ll be worthy of coming out from the shadows and sharing my personal value; once that happens I’ll be able to afford to set myself up to make a difference; once this situation improves I’ll be able to help someone else’s situation improve. Once that starts happening I’ll be convincing enough to avoid criticism.”

I’ve spent far too much time waiting…waiting for things to happen in order to convince the outside world that I had a value to offer. What I needed to learn though, was that I didn’t need to wait for the world to believe in my value in order to share my value…What needed to happen was that I had to believe that my personal value didn't require environmental conditions in order to exist or to be of service, knowing at a core level that my personal worth wasn't something that required a majority vote to hold value.

The truth is, my life’s struggles continue much like many people, but I am finally in better place within myself and I’m now seeing my life as it is through different lenses. I've come to terms with the fact that I may struggle my whole life as I haven’t been privileged the knowledge of what’s in store for me…but I do know this....that I can’t keep moving through my life acting as though I’m powerless right from where I am, even today.

I may have been living backwards; perhaps my life’s circumstances aren’t meant to change until I change direction…or change my perceptions for that matter. Maybe it’s time to stop waiting and time to just start doing what I can, as I can, from where I am. If I’m going to live as I’m meant to, on purpose and of service, I’ve got to believe that where I am right now is all part of that equation. 


Monday, November 26, 2012

Book Review: Intuitive Studies a complete course in Mediumship





I’ve always been fascinated by Mediumship; often wondering about the hows and whys of it all. I think the biggest question I had was “where does their information come from and how exactly does it come to them?”  My fascination has grown after reading this book. For anyone who, much like myself, has found themselves to be intrigued by such things, “Intuitive studies: A complete course in Mediumship” breaks down the process in a simple and comprehensive way. I wasn’t sure how easy of a read it would be for me, or even how much I would enjoy it considering this is the first book I’ve ever read on topic but as I closed the book, I was pretty convinced that it most certainly wouldn’t be the last that one I’d ever dig into. I had been won over! Gordon Smith provides the steps in such a clear and concise way.  It became quite apparent to me that this may just be something that anyone who is sensitive, intuitive and open to it will be able to develop within themselves. The book is written with the intent of guiding you through the motions whilst recounting the story of one man’s journey on his personal path to intuitive development.

What stood out the most to me as a reader was how I began to naturally feel compelled to try this for myself. I realized that a big part of the process is being able to sit in stillness, free from all thoughts and becoming familiar with what your own being feels like. As someone who is relatively new to this idea, I appreciated Gordon’s insistence that in order to maintain the integrity of the practice, over time, one must exercise each step in order to develop as a Medium. This book was by no means written with the intention of it being a crash course in Mediumship. I am no more a medium after reading it than I was before reading it. The mastery of any undertaking requires a persistent effort and Smith explained that it is no different with this process

What was quite profound was the realization that a lot of the 19 exercises could hugely benefit anyone who is simply looking to learn how to still their mind, perhaps find a little more balance within themselves, and develop their own intuition with the intent of healing their own being. 

My collection of books clapped and cheered when ‘Intuitive Studies’ joined them on my shelf!

http://www.hayhouse.com/details.php?id=7112


Hear Ye Hear Ye, I received this book from Hay House for reviewing purposes. Please note that the opinions and views expressed in this post are based on my personal perceptions as a reader. I was not financially compensated to write this review. 

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Who the hell do 'They' think they are?


Absolutely nothing is set in stone. Labeling something a ‘Fact’ is a term that’s thrown around a lot now-a-days. We spend the majority of our life studying facts and ensuring that we live each day following the factual direction that we've been predisposition to have unwavering faith in; no questions asked.  We are guided by facts and the way things are- versus the way things could be. We obsess over ‘reality’ and basically close all opportunity for endless possibilities while our life becomes predetermined by They. We’ve never met this They character that we speak of so amicably of. We trust They’s opinions to a fault; allowing They to determine our education, information, direction, actions and beliefs; essentially… our lives really are in They’s hands. We make decisions based on They and we see and judge others the way They does.

Oh come on, you know exactly who I’m talking about!…They

“Well, THEY say that it’s a fact that babies should sleep on their back. THEY say Pluto is no longer a planet. THEY say, THEY think, THEY,THEY, THEY……”

We talk about They as if who it is we’re referencing is actually an individual we know personally.

Who is They anyways?…. do we know? Do we know where we’re getting our information?

And why do we all feel so easily inclined to believe, act, react, speak about and do what They think we should.

Our facts are always changing.

30+ years ago, tummy to sleep for babies was a fact
20+ years ago side to sleep was a fact
10+ years ago back to sleep was the fact

Actually, 10 years ago it was highly frowned upon to have baby sleep in Mommy and Daddy’s bed; They said that not only was it was dangerous, but it set up the child to have dependency challenges. However, it seems that these days attachment parenting is in full force and a family bed is actually quite common.  Here’s my question though… in another 20 years from now will back to sleep still be a fact? (Is it even still considered a fact? I have no idea, my kids aren’t babies anymore)

Here was the only sleep fact that stressed me out to the max when my kids were babies:
“This child isn’t asleep and neither am I –That is a  fact!”

The word fact is actually quite contradictory considering most conclusions can never really be concluded.
Over time, research findings pool together and the facts aren’t as factual as they once seemed. They’re mere discoveries that were once upon a time based on a group of individual’s perceptions and observations; individuals whose diploma states that they’ve accurately studied...yup… you’ve got it…more facts. We trust the diplomas of the world because They say we should.

In elementary school our class spent quite a few weeks focused on studying the planets. While I was in school, Pluto was in fact a planet. These days, my son is learning that Pluto was thought to be a planet, but it has now been determined that Pluto is (in fact) belonging to a category all its own…
When something goes into a category all its own, to me that translates to “we are too educated (on limited information) to be able to comfortably tell you that the only fact that can be effectively presented at this moment is that we are stumped”

“In 2003 an astronomer found an object beyond Pluto. The astronomer thought he had found a new planet. The object he found was larger than Pluto, which caused the astronomers to talk about what makes a planet a planet. This group decided that Pluto was not a planet based on its size and location ~NASA”

Years from now what makes a planet a planet may in all probability change, thus creating new facts based on new findings, and incidentally abolishing the old facts that we’ve all dedicated our life to learning. The universe is immense and we still know nothing of it. Generations to come, a history class may speak of Pluto the way we speak of the day earth was discovered to be round.

It’s not to say that somewhere down the line a possibility cannot eventually prove true….it’s just to say that we’ve grown so rigid in our thoughts that we no longer allow ourselves to think beyond what we are taught to believe. We have been programmed to not question…. And, we’ve been taught to deny those who do question.

We are a global platform of know-it-alls who are resistant to believing that we still really know nothing and we take it up a notch, bringing into our interactions. We adhere so firmly to what we believe that we become rigid and inflexible. We know better than They do, because we are guided by our own They.

Who is your They?

They is the reason that there is racism and prejudices in the world; the reason why some humans feel that they are worthy of the right to condemn and judge other human beings.

And in that case, I would love to ask you…who the hell, do you think you are?
I could bet that your defense would be backed up by They. Isn’t it?

I’m resurrecting and embracing something I innately believed as a small child before They started getting to me; that the greatest place to be in life is in a constant state of questioning and curiosity. It would appear to be that place in one’s mind where greater perceptions are discovered holding the potential to alter our own personal environment for the better. Personal growth may possibly speed up to immeasurable rates if everyone used their ‘what if’ thought processes and implemented their own findings to their own life without concern for what They will think or say.

Therein lies my challenges. I am haunted by my own They. That damn They character pulls me around by my nostrils and then inhabits every nook and cranny of my existence like a virus spreading through my self-worth.

We’ve settled for what They say and They think.
What happened to I say and I think?
Do we do that anymore?
And if we do, what is it based on?
Moreso, if we do, are we comfortable doing so?
When was the last time we thought for ourselves?
When was the last time we made a decision without having to ask for another person’s (or 20 other people’s) opinion first? 
When was the last time you met a person who allowed themselves to be driven and inspired by possibilities as opposed to restricted and restrained by They’s facts?
When was the last time you met a person who wasn’t dependent on They?
Have we been programmed to ignore our own guidance system?
Are we subconsciously asking They for permission to have our own ideas?
Or are we asking someone else to think and feel for us?
Are there really any original ideas or lives anymore?

We don’t think; we memorize.
We don’t say; we repeat.

And most of us are silently miserable but swearing that we don’t care what They think
(Oh come on, in all honesty, there are very few who will believe that crock of garbage and that includes  the one who is stating that they don’t care what others think- even if that person is denying it)

Everybody cares what their own They thinks.

We are all scientists, discoverers and philosophers, but we don’t believe it. We don’t believe it because we’ve been taught to believe that before you can call yourself anything, you have to earn it; live it, breathe it, think it, feel it.

Our life is our lab, our study, our classroom, our library, our teacher and our map.
Our actions, our words and our thoughts should be put under the microscope every day.
Not by someone else, as that would be giving away our own personal power and capabilities to figure ourselves out. You don’t really want to leave your destiny, your conclusions, and your realities to someone else’s perceptions, do you?  
I sure as hell don’t.

So then, why do I?

Why let your life and your beliefs of who you are as a person be determined by someone else’s standards, or worse, other people’s perceptions of who they think you are?

Unfortunately, we’ve been taught to spend our time here putting everyone else’s actions, words and thoughts under a microscope more so than our own. We observe in order to replicate or resist. We have come to a point in this life where we allow someone else’s actions, words and thoughts to actually mean something about us, and often times it holds a negative connotation; we personalize everything and that is just a recipe for misery and self-esteem disaster if we don’t understand who we are as our own person.

Perhaps we really are just all in a constant state of analysis, but we’re analyzing the wrong material. The state of analysis would only prove to be beneficial to one’s own existence so long as the analysis takes place without concern for what They think....therefore, what you believe.

Hummmm...oh, the irony of it all....

Detectives and Investigators would consider findings inconclusive if outside circumstances have tainted their evidence; their evidence would be deemed unprocessable. We would make the world’s crappiest investigators; there are so many of us who base all our decisions and beliefs on everything that has tainted our natural evidentiary processing system (our gut, our instincts, our intuition…call it whatever you will, but we are a society largely suffering from Lazy Gut Instinct- our gut has been tainted....we mistake our gut for our education)  Above and beyond that, as detectives, we would be too busy focusing on what the other detectives were doing wrong and we’d in all probability end monopolizing and trying to solve another detective’s case instead of solving the one initially assigned to us.     

How you perceive and process your experiences can ultimately change your outcome. Absolutely everything exists through perception, and once one entangles outside perceptions with their own, confusion and inconsistencies are often the barrier between what is, what was, and what could be.

Depending on your very own lenses, for today, you are who you are and your day is what it is. Tomorrow you may see yourself  in a new light, and your day incredibly different even though the routine mirrors yesterday’s quite accurately. Its reality is dependent on your own perceptions.

 How you view another person is never real. Real to you…yes, as that’s what you’ve accepted.
The possibility of you being right is great; the possibility of you being wrong is even greater.
Unless you are incredibly in tuned with yourself and have the sound ability to make up your mind about a person without personalizing any of it based on your belief system; Without that, you will be very wrong in your judgments.  When it comes to our perceptions on other people, we seldom allow ourselves to be in that constant state of questioning or understanding. We believe what we want to believe based on what we’ve experienced in our own lives and what we’ve been taught to believe. We create our reality and it could very well have been created based on our own denial.

Denial can be defined as the product of settling on an idea. It’s an anchor that we throw overboard in our minds once we’ve decided to accept a perception as our reality. The point to denial, much like anchoring a boat, is to keep you from going somewhere you don’t want to go. One way or another, you just don’t get anywhere anchored. I’m thinking that those who see that possibilities remain inconclusive are well balanced and flexible people. These are the people who’ve left their anchor on shore. They may at times end up where they didn’t intend to be, but they know that as long as they haven’t sunk, they can still sail.

We as beings need our environments, our entourage, our relationships to be relatable, identifiable and have a place in our lives. We as beings need to be relatable, identifiable, and need to have a place in other’s lives. We need to fit in somewhere. To an extent we need a They. However, we often prioritize They ahead of ourselves which results in seeking our opinions, views, beliefs and essentially, our personal worth from They. That would mean that we depend on They to make us happy and content….to defend an back us up; They is our voiceWe depend on They to feel as though we rightfully exist here. We often compromise our own integrity and needs trying to find similarities, titles, explanations and reasons by taking on other people’s perceptions as our own despite the fact that it never rings true to who we are; we know it, but we ignore it, often forgetting it or disassociating from it completely.  This is the ultimate cause of inner conflict. The simple equation is that inner conflict causes our outer conflict; our outcomes.

Our outcomes become our existence until new outcomes present themselves, and if our results- our outcomes and experiences are directed by our perceptions, then wouldn't it be a good idea to understand who and what has sculpted your perceptions? If you haven’t been over the moon with your life as it seems to be unfolding, an Rx for a reassessment of your perceptions may be in order.




Change your words, change your world...
Change your perception, change your life...

Jen xo


Friday, November 2, 2012

Riding the Storm


This may not be the most eloquent piece I've ever written, but it may just be one of the most important ones. It is to me anyways. The truth is, I'm so stubborn that it took a hurricane to open me right up.

Ms. Sandy hit a little too close to home for me. Someone I love deeply was in the storm's sight-line and I followed that damn Hurricane like it was the last thing I would do here. I felt out of control to the situation, but staying current gave me this false sense of security; one where I had convinced myself that if I knew enough of what was going on, I could protect my friend (let’s face it…I absolutely knew that I wouldn't be able to do much for her if the hurricane decided to take Massachusetts…pffff…One way or another, keeping up to date provided solace)

Feeling helpless, I took a long hard look around my home.
Never being more present in my ‘Now’ than I was; I stood there, finding myself in such a state of deep empathy for everyone being affected,  I was in fact physically hurting. My chest was tight, my breath became short, my throat was dry…. and my eyes!...Oh my God, I've never felt so much pressure behind my eyes before.  I thought of my kids and how safe I’d be able to keep them if that was us. I thought of my parents and siblings who are a bridge over water away from me; would I be able to get to them? I thought of my cousin and her kids, would they be okay?  would I be able to help her? I thought of everyone that surrounded me. All I could think was, “what if it was us?” My heart shattered into the smallest pieces as I looked around me and all I saw was a collection of a whole lot of nothing; things and belongings that would be pretty much useless to my family’s well-being… even more gut wrenching was that  I saw so little that held a substantial purpose. Very, and by very, I mean minutely, shortly after that… all I was faced with, was the exact same conclusion about who I was and what I stood for; assessing what I had collected within myself….within my person. I had become a person who was spending energy on a lot of uselessness, without  spending a fraction of enough, on purpose. We all have the option to live on purpose, in purpose and with purpose. But I wasn't  I’m not. Do you live with intent? What are your intentions with your time here?  Do you know?

I was faced with reality; that hurricane may not have been the reality here in Canada, but it was a reality in this world and I just couldn't bring myself to brush it off my shoulder like a piece of meaningless lint just because it wouldn't reach us. Whether you would want to call it reality or not, I was a woman, standing amidst the chaos that was her home, her being, her life and feeling utterly purposeless….living without reason; a woman who just kind of found herself here....and that was my reality. I was a woman who was face to face with a very real definition of wants vs. needs. In fact I was faced with the reality of a lot of different terms that we throw around. What it really means to be a victim, what it takes to overcome it, what a lack of stability or security really is, what is within our control and what is not.  Right down to the choices we have… in that, we always have them, even when we think we don’t, or whether or not we like them. It’s all just a matter of acknowledging what life is showing you; you can either stay and flood with the useless crap, or you can grab what really matters, venture out into the water, the storm…. and freggin’ swim your ass off until you get to where you need to be! Even if it takes you asking and accepting help. Even if you have got to get wet, or even sink a little...

It took a real act of Nature for me to wake up and realize that I was actually living in my own self-created emotional shit-storm every single day.   

Unlike a natural disaster at the hand of Mother Nature,
how many of us actually live like that?  
As though, every single day we're surviving a figurative hurricane?
Are you?

Seriously!
Ask yourself some honest questions…
How many of us are trying to escape our circumstances?
Or living unsettled; feeling as though we have no security? No place? No space?No choice? No Power?
Living like we've been unfairly robbed of our options?
Feeling that there's nowhere to go, no way out...
Living like we’re a victim of our environment’s misfortune?
Do you?
How many of us spend most of our energy trying to convince the outside world that we have no choices… and that everything is done to us, but never by us; swearing that we’re all just at the mercy of someone else, or something else’s dirty work?
How many of us live our lives, pointing our finger toward someone else as a means of deflecting attention off ourselves? 
Perhaps as a means to not feel, heal, rebuild, reinvent and just grow bigger than our challenges?
How many of us live our lives (even in our homes) surrounded by, and honoring stuff that serve no real purpose or value?
Surrounded by things that provide a means of distraction to what’s really happening in our inner world as well as our outer world? 
Our outer world being our connections, our relationships, our emotional ties and what value we really bring to the table.
What would you do without anything or anyone in your outer world?
More importantly, who would you be without those people, or things, or title?
You'd still be someone; who is that person?
Who are you? You don't need conditions to be, so who would you be?
How many of us create an outer hurricane to distract us from the inner one?
How many of us feel that living is out of reach and just being doesn't exist?
We're so entrenched in just surviving!
How many of us keep ourselves distracted by ‘doing’, to not have to face the fact that in our current state we’re incapable of just ‘being’ within the circumstances we've created?
How many of us feel we don’t possess the attributes and capabilities to change those circumstances?
Here’s the real kicker….
How many of us feel that if we can do enough,  earn enough, buy enough, work enough, travel enough, achieve enough, save enough…. we’ll be enough? Why do we think we’re not enough without circumstances?

If this doesn't apply to you you are either incredibly empowered, or incredibly in denial.

I know hands down that I've been living as a victim of Hurricane Jen. I've been, more times than I wish to admit, a victim of my own creations…and I’m not too proud to admit it…but I’m courageous enough to change it though. Are you?


Who the hell wants to survive hurricanes everyday anyways…



Until next time,
Lots of Love,
Jen  xo