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Be Creating a Full Time Family 

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A family where we can choose to spend most of our time together. 

A family where the children have equal time with both parents. 

A family that can be full time living life together and part time at work. 

My personal definition of a full time family. 

  
A place where we choose our schedule and money is of no consequence.  (What is money anyways, but a concept of trading money for time.) We are working very hard, every day to create residual, freedom income.  Sexy Neck is working with a contractor to create a rental home on our property. I have launched a book into the world and I love coaching people using nutritional systems I love.  The company gives me rebates for supporting and loving people to reach their individual energy, performance, weight loss, healthy aging or even financial goals. 

My dreams continue to become reality as Sexy Neck and I walked our boys to school together today.  As he is an educator with similar hours, I can count on two hands how many times he has been able to walk with us to school in the last four years. 

I will hold to my full time family vision, not knowing ‘how’ it is going to unfold.   My mom’s death taught me that sometimes we can’t just figure things out, we must walk them out. 

With excitement.  

With gratitude for each day. 

With moments like this. 

As a full time family. 

  

blogger, God, mindset, Self-help

Be Seeking Solitude

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I ain’t small. 

I can use a gym voice.  

I have spent a plethora of time in gymnasiums and ice rinks.  

I love chatting to strangers and hearing others stories.  

I have filled a whole bunch of air with my words.  

Through the inspiring women currently surrounding me, I am realizing that solitude and silence fills the air with more.  

My words matter when there are less of them, leaving space for others.  

My being matters when there is less of me “out there”. 

Solitude is my sanctuary.  

Silence is my place to be.  

Seeking solice in space within. 

Re-reading books for a second time, which is unheard of for me. 

Pondering Henri J.M Nouwen’s words on silence: 

“Silence makes us pilgrims.

Silence guards the fire within.  

Silence teaches us to speak. 

Silence is the mystery of the future world.”

Be seeking solitude.  

In silence.  

Being me.  

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With gratitude for showing me the beauty and safety of silence: Annette and Miriam. (You can find Miriam at: http://www.miriamdesjardins.com) 

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Be Light

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Last weekend, as I laid my hand upon my son’s forehead, as I do every night before bed to bless him, he said mom, “You feel light!”.

He was right!

I was light!

We were spending the first night away in a ski condo that we had rented for the season.  We are privileged to be sharing this condo with friends whom we alternate weeks with.

Nine months previous, I had decided that we were going to find a way to rent a condo up at the ski hill.  I didn’t know how it was going to happen, but shortly afterwards someone found us and asked us if we wanted to share.

It was affordable.

Beautiful.

At the bottom of a ski run and chairlift.

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A dream came true!

I am holding lightly to the daily rhythm of life.

I hold tightly to my vision for my family.  The freedom that I want to create where time and money are of no consequence.  I want to have a full-time family.

My son is so perceptive and right.

I feel light in this place.

Light that comes from a goal being achieved.

Light that comes from being with my boys in a beautiful place.

Light that comes from just being me and allowing things to unfold.

Without attachment.

Full of wonder.

Allowing my heart and mind to dream.

Being light.

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Be Giving Birth…

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…to a book! 

  
I have given birth three times, twice at home and once at the hospital. All were beautiful labour-intensive moments that I would do again tomorrow.  They were all miracle moments after nine months of growth and preparation. 

And now after nine months, I am giving birth to a book baby.  Twins actually.  The first book will be birthed into the world sharing my inner journey through the gift of grief and then my outer journey book will be ‘pushed out’ shortly afterwards. 

Putting my thoughts into words involved early mornings, late nights, many uncomfortable moments and back pain from sitting in a chair.   It caused endless hours of introspection as I prepared to plunge my words into the vast unknown of Amazon and people paying to read my words.  

I know I am awaiting the time.  

I have prepared.  

I have pondered.  

I am ready to live my miracle moments. 

Knowing I am enough.  

I can be enough.  

Just being. 

Me.  

Giving birth to twin books. 

blogger, life, psychology

Be Miraculously Meditating

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I have begun a miraculous journey in my mind.

Led by many loving, successful mentors.

Meditation.

What does this word conjure up for you?

I never thought I would be doing it!

For me?

It is allowing my thoughts to come and go, but always trying to come back to the present moment

To being.

To breathe.

Have you ever tried this before?

WOAH!  I can see why successful human beings have this as part of their morning routine.

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November 2nd, 2015, I began a journey with Oprah and Deepak Chopra at the helm, leading the way as I declutter my mind and look at my beliefs.   This short twenty minute intentional “mind” time, is definitely getting some of the cobwebs from the corners shaken off.   My mind feels lighter and simpler.  The thoughts no longer zing around, they are down to a slow zap!

My body is the healthiest it has ever been and now my mind appears to be moving into the same direction.

Health.

Mindfulness.

Being.

Present.

Meditation.

Being.

Me.

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Be Sh*tty

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Tonight, I sit and I ponder.

I stir things around.

In my mind.

In my spirit.

I allow the hamster wheel of thoughts go round and round.

I allow the thoughts to stop the wheel on “I feel sh*tty!”.

I am not one to swear, nor one to go towards the side of feeling sh*tty.

Tonight I do.

Feel.

Sh*tty.

I have a dear friend walking the same journey that I did two years ago.  After a hospital stay and doctors doing what they can to prolong life, my friend’s beautiful mama is going home to die.

I have one of my best peeps in KCity awaiting to see if she has cancer in her body.  She had a biopsy to have melanoma removed from her back last week.

I have a fellow volleyballers who’s servant-hearted Dad is living with Alzheimer’s.

There is a girl in the boys elementary school that starts life-saving, on your knees “hoping for a miracle” treatment for a brain tumour.  This sweet soul was also in Owen’s preschool last year.

My cousin is back in town from up north to have surgery, the second surgery in a few weeks.

And my three wee boys are under the weather.

So, what do I do?

I lean into the people who love me.

I spend time carving pumpkins.

I look at the beautiful autumn leaves.

I take a week off from my teaching job, to sit, to serve and to be.

An opportunity to be where I am.

Sitting with my feelings.

Feeling sh*tty.

With gratitude.

For all I can do.

All of my feelings.

Being a human being.

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Be Editing Your Own Words 

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Do you remember the day that your family got their first cordless phone?

I sure do!

I remember holding the cordless phone up to my ear and then walking to the phone with a cord that was hanging in the hallway.

I remember speaking, singing and laughter into one phone while I listened with the other.  

I remember hearing the sound of my voice for the very first time.

It was crazy!

Wild. 

Weird.  

Blew my mind. 

Now, as I read the words that I spent many months writing for my “Be Enough” book, I have the same thoughts flowing through my mind.

Crazy. 

Wild.  

Weird. 

Blowing my mind. 


I actually can’t believe that I wrote some of the things that I did.  Sexy Neck assures me that it is like taking a walk within my mind as he reads what I’ve written.

Full of gratude.  

Humbled by my experiences. 

Feeling loved for those who have leaned in. 

Excited to share my love of words that flow out of every part of who I am. 

Back to editing in bed.  

Back to listening to my own voice for the very first time.