When Happy isn’t Happy Enough

Have you ever been depressed? I have, and it sucks. At one point in my life, I was so depressed that my doctor put me on Zoloft because I was breaking down and crying ‘for no reason’ in my office. Zoloft was nothing short of a miracle for me; the crying stopped, other people’s problems weren’t mine, and I felt happy. Had it not been for the side effects, I would probably still be using it today. Fortunately for my own personal growth, and whatever I share that helps you, …

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The Human Continuum

I didn’t write this. It is part of a conversation I had with the cousin of someone I am praying for who was shot at The Pulse in Orlando. I’ve posted it here with permission because people need to READ this: Only the human mind invents categories, have to put things on and in little boxes and call it good, and tries to force facts into separated tiny little pigeon-holes. The living world is a continuum in each and every one of its aspects. The sooner we learn this concerning …

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Love and Remission

Hate is a cancer. Anger is a cancer. Violent emotions are a cancer. Rejection is a cancer, whether rejection of others or the deeper cancer – rejection of self. They are cancers of the soul.   Whatever shows up in the soul will filter down through the mind and emotions, into the physical.   No wonder there is such an outbreak of cancer in the world.   This was shared with me today, and I must share with you because the truth of it is vibrating deep in my bones. …

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Resisting Receiving

I caught myself doing it again today. In the midst of saying the Long Healing Prayer for a Baha’i friend, I found myself resisting receiving. What??? “The Manifesting Diva™” isn’t supposed to ever have slip ups like that! Wait! Who says? I don’t hold myself to perfection, nor do I hold anyone else to it (except when I slip up and do that, too!) Holding ourselves to perfection is a great way to stifle growth, impede progress, and delay manifesting. After all, if we have to pretend we are right …

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Lost in Perception

If I had to pick only two things The Sweetheart and I are really good at, it would be sex and misunderstandings. I’m grateful the sex is so good; it’s kept me around to learn and grow through the misunderstandings. I used to believe that I volunteered for this life in order to learn, then later realized that life is also supposed to be fun. I certainly get the best of both with The Sweetheart. He’s taught me scads about patience, perception, the beauty of admitting our mistakes, how to …

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Nicer to Me

“I can rest when I’m dead!” My mother’s words still ring in my head, a martyr’s call to arms from earliest childhood. Long after she stopped working and started spending every day in her recliner, she was still the most tired and unhappy woman I’ve ever known. No matter how much I think I know about the conditioning and beliefs that were neither healthy nor true, I still find them cropping up in my life. More accurately, I am deeply amazed when they are suddenly resolved. Just as a fish …

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The Power of BEing

I was talking with a client this morning (it’s only 7:15 a.m.; I coach globally via Skype) when he broached his agenda. “I would like to focus on… to be more my I AM, to explore love, peace…” As is so often the case, my client couldn’t hear the clarity of what he wanted because he was in the ‘static’ of life. I heard him very clearly, and I told him so. As we focused on his agenda, I held the space of his Divine presence, allowing him to sift …

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Dirty Little Secrets

I got a promotion at work yesterday. That’s right. Work. A promotion. My dirty little secret is that I recently took a part-time job. Then I accepted another, and another. I went from carefree author, coach, and network leader to Jill-of-All-Trades overnight. Why, you ask? I did it for the money. Actually, I did it for the freedom that money is about to buy for me. What precipitated this sudden need for freedom? Issues in my relationship. We’re falling apart. It recently got so uncomfortable that I told him, “I’m …

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I Swear

I am intimately familiar with the nuanced flavors of Dial, Zest, Tide, and Palmolive, to name just a few. My mother had used all of them in a vain effort to wash “those dirty words” out of my mouth before the tender age of eight. Even the twenty-mule team of Borax didn’t stand a chance of pulling out the cantankerous roots of my heathen vocabulary. At nineteen, I found myself sitting across the desk from my supervisor in a major retail chain, being lectured on the inappropriateness of a sailor’s …

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Playing it Safe

I’m writing about this because I know that if something shows up three times, it is for me. This is one of those things that I absolutely do NOT want to invite into my life. Thus, here goes. First, I got a call from a friend. She met a guy and fell for him instantly. The first thing she said to me, “It’s been more than a decade since Jerry died. This is exactly what I felt when I met him. I can’t believe I’m feeling this way again! I …

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