Unconventional and Scandalous Love. . .
There will always be more people who speak something wrong with you than those who cheer you on in something right. But we don’t live for the applaud OF others. We live to applaud others, notice them for all the wonderful and potential or possibility locked inside of them.
Celebrating others is the essence of the Love sent from above. It’s not our job to fix people, at least it’s not mine. It’s my job to love others and champion all the great within them, healing, Continue reading
I know this woman. . .
She used to reach out to me when I didn’t want to be reached out to. She was always inviting me, calling me, checking in on me. She’d on occasion do something enormously thoughtful.
Here’s the trouble, I’d been hurt so much by female relationships growing up that at some point in time I stopped letting them into my heart. I was kind. I was friendly. I was personable—but beyond that you weren’t going to get to know me, because I was also guarded beyond healthy Continue reading
She was unpredictable.
She was clever.
She was smart.
But most of all. . . She was herself and she was unafraid to Love hard, love big, and cheer others on to the win.
When you do it your way—the organic and natural beauty of you comes shining through; You give permission to others to be organic, too. Becoming unashamed of every inch of you. The strengths as well as the weakness.
All of this embodies the essence of you. And I think this is beautiful.
Like a Continue reading
Last night I had the most hysterical conversation with my youngest child as he tries to decide what decade I was born. Once we had it all sorted out he was quite surprised and informed we that the Toy Story movies weren’t even made yet when I was born!
He is in the early middle childhood years and it’s so fun to talk with him. How he got a large vocabulary and mind he has blows me away. It’s fun to watch their cognition change and develop with age. The complexity Continue reading
I used to make it a morning practice to drop the family at school and then my youngest stayed with me as he hadn’t begun school yet, and we go to the track and run some sprints before my morning clients. I’m recalling a day similar to this several years ago—-
On this particular day, around noon, we returned to my husband's office which is adjacent to the track I've been using. My son looks toward the sky then replies,
“The sun doesn't look like that when we run sprints."
I smiled inwardly Continue reading