Presence is a beautiful gift.
She knew soon after she let herself into the comfortable apartment that Birgitta was having a bad day.
Birgitta was usually upbeat and cheerful, but today her mood seemed dark.
I listened to the news and sighed. My body felt heavy. My heart hurt.
I recognized the need to listen to the details — to hear the personal stories and to cry alongside everyone affected.
She used to have very different thoughts about Power than she does now.
Whenever she heard the word before, she felt a little tightness — especially in her throat. Visions of people over-stepping and taking action at the cost of others were what she…
I can remember when I first realized that Success was something I could define for myself.
Until that time, which happened to be in my 40s, I had always been living some other version — one I’d heard others talk about. One I’d seen…
She waited as long as she could, and then she called her mother.
With the time difference, she had to wait until afternoon and by then, her mind had made up all kinds of stories about how horrible this situation was.
When she moved to San Francisco, she was excited — excited to be in the beautiful city, excited to meet new people, excited to connect with a few old friends and family who lived relatively close.
I fanned the cards so she could pull one. She inspected the variety of colors and bits of images…
She heard the voice one day out of the blue. She had read books and books about self talk and she understood it intellectually. She knew that in order to truly love others, she needed to love herself first. She understood that intellectually too.
Adventure. Say that word out loud. Go ahead….say it now.
How does it feel to you?
I love the rhythm and feel of it. Somehow it feels eventful, playful and personal to me. How would you describe it?
