For some Friday fun, I introduce the famous "Oreo Cows," located just a few miles down the road from me in the Upstate, South Carolina. Don't ask me how . . . I'm just a city girl living in the sticks.
Intriguing, expansive, thought-provoking - these words describe how I feel when I read Barbara Sliter's blog, Creatorship.
When Barbara began her blog over at Wordpress earlier this year, she worded her tag line - "Creatorship - Beyond Leadership." With over 30 years in the field of organizational consulting and leadership training, Barbara now finds herself on a self-imposed sabbatical. She uses the forum of blogging to share her own research and exploration of what lies beyond the leadership model.
Barbara moved to Typepad a short while ago and you will discover that she has changed her tag line and why. She adeptly synthesizes research on quantum physics with holistic ideas to suggest new models for being creators in our world. [As an aside, I asked Barbara what happened to all her posts from Wordpress . . . apparently they are floating around the blogosphere. If anyone knows how to retrieve them, we'd both love to know.]
With all the raging presidential politics going on, I find myself frustrated with the notion that one candidate will emerge to take us to the promised land. Are we being called to something else? To be creators, as Barbara suggests? The question itself is important to ask, even when we may not have an answer.
I invite you to give a warm welcome to a creative woman, colleague, and dear friend of mine. Visit Barbara's blog and website and join in the conversation!
The heart is right to cry even when the smallest drop of light, of love is taken away . . . You are right to do so in any fashion until God returns to you.
~ Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky, The Gift, Poems by Hafiz
This quote arrives in my inbox the morning after I learn that my 79 yr. old mother has been diagnosed with the beginning stages of Alzheimer's. The night before, my mind takes in the news with quiet calmness. It isn't until the following morning that my heart replies with tears and aching.
Over a week has passed since I learn of my mother's diagnosis. I observe how my mind races ahead to the future, to a time when my mother remains alive but is totally lost to us and to reality. I feel jolted that what I consider the constants in my life, the vitality of my parents, is slowing changing. Grim pictures indeed.
Another part of me takes over. The inner wisdom that advises me to take this one step at a time. To remain in the present. To appreciate the gift of time I still have with my mother. And to remember that God does not return to me, I return to the knowing of God's eternal presence in my life.
Last week found my husband irritated with himself. When our credit card bill arrived, we discovered that we incurred additional financial cost when we transferred part of a home equity balance to a low-interest credit card.
In hindsight, hubbie said he had a "feeling" before we transferred the balance that the low 3.99% interest would not apply to the entire bill, but decided to ignore the feeling. In this case, ignoring the inner voice cost us money. Now we must stop using this card and incur further cost by transferring this balance yet again.
Kathy Sierra of Creating Passionate Users illustrates the concept of having a "feeling" and not knowing why or what to do with it in My Favorite Graphs. Scroll down to "Which One Wins?" I love this picture! It illustrates why reason may not always be the right choice.
The same week of my husband's irritation, I allowed ego interference to override my intuitive sense of what to blog about. Ego said nobody cares about what I want to write on; ego said I must rigidly stick to my blog theme, etc. etc. I allowed ego to bully the deeper part of myself. My mad censor won that round.
If you could use a little reinforcement in honoring that inner voice, check out Kirsten Harrell's 5-part series of posts - "Whispers from the Soul (intuition)" - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4. Part 5 is due to be posted next week.
It's been 2 weeks since I was "high-vibed" in another variation of blog tag. Call it procrastination, but I have not followed through and kept the game going by tagging others. Shall I say "shame on me?" Depends upon your perspective.
Indeed, I feel grateful that Maria Palma visited my blog and selected a post to be highlighted at High Vibe It. It's a lovely and positive game. At the same time, I feel and felt resistance to playing.
As I read over the rules for playing the high vibe game, I realized this could take an hour or two. Do I want to spend that time actually writing a post, which is the point of blogging, or succumb to internal/external pressure to be a friendly and cooperative blog player? Guess I have given myself the choice to sit out this particular game of tag, with the option to pick it up later if I desire.
I am learning something about myself. It reminds me of what Abraham talks about - that it is more important to pay attention to- to tend to- our emotional journey than it is focus only on the actions we take. A few weeks ago I would have ignored my emotions and what they were telling me. I would have bull-dozed ahead with action.
This time I notice my resistance, and that what is really underneath is a desire to trust what feels good, and what doesn't feel good. What feels good is to safeguard what little time there currently is to write. What doesn't feel good is to feel pressure to follow the herd (in this particular instance).
This is not easy for me. I am a social creature who loves to be included and to connect with others in meaningful ways. At the same, as I live from this place called middle-age, I am finding that I prefer to be honest (and frank!) and let the cards fall where they may.
And I just realized that one of the ways I can raise my own vibes is to honor what it true for me. That and daily prayer, exercise, eating healthy food (wine and chocolate included!), being with a man who still loves me after 33 years, hanging out with positive people, and music keep me in that high vibing place.
This past weekend found me in myriad dressing rooms in store after countless store. My presence (and credit card) were required as my 21 yr. old daughter attempted to pull together a business casual wardrobe in preparation for a paid graphic design internship starting today.
My daughter had finished her last exam on Thursday afternoon last week, drove home 7 hours to South Carolina, and hit the ground running the next day. It was definitely a working weekend for good old Mom. We had two days to gather a wardrobe together before her 7-hr. return trip to Ohio.
Prior to our shopping trip, my daughter possessed the typical college wardrobe of jeans, tees, flip-flops, and the obligatory college logo shirt. Lacking experience in business casual, my daughter insisted on my coming back to the dressing rooms so that she could emerge from said room for my opinion on each article of clothing she tried on.
It's surely nice to have my opinion sought after. But that kinda wore off by the 4th store on the first of two intense days of shopping. Most of the time we agreed on what worked and what didn't. My daughter is now at the age where I am perceived as pretty darn wise and experienced.
It wasn't always so. The shopping trips brought back memories of years gone past. When this daughter turned 13, she preferred that I stay 10 feet behind her, so that she would not be associated with me at the mall. She would go into the dressing room, and emerge later to say that she was buying something that she deemed I did not need to see her try on.
She went through an awful stage as a junior-higher of needing to be preppy and having designer labels. (I made her pay the difference between store brand and designer.) I recall the most distasteful trip was going to Abercrombie, with their loud music, boy toy blow-ups on the walls, and outrageous prices. Thankfully my daughter lost interest in that store after her first expensive purchase, and all her preppy ways by the beginning of her high school years.
Fast forward to the present, where by the way, we hit all the discount stores. While I wait for my daughter to emerge parading the next outfit, I stand around and casually glance at the other young women, and not so young, who are entering the dressing room area. I notice the short shorts, the skimpy outfits, and the youthful confidence worn by the teens. Kind of like the cut-offs I wore at age 21 that would make Daisy Duke proud.
I notice the brown legs and painted toenails, the bodies of all shapes bronzed by the sun. Occasionally I see a 40-something enter with clothes from the Junior Dept. Most of the 40-somethings are thin, bleached, and with french nails in place. I find myself making up stories about them, wondering if they are afraid to grow old. But I do keep these thoughts to myself <g>.
I'm not knocking shopping in the Junior dept. I just bought a couple of T's myself in said dept. because their size small actually is small enough to fit me, unlike the super-sized smalls in the Misses dept. (And please, where are the marketing geniuses - why would anyone think "Misses" is a catchy name?)
By the time we go to the last store on the second day, I watch a couple of women come in together to the dressing room area. They seemed to be having fun, and for the life of me I can't figure out why anyone would give up a good Sunday to shop for clothes. I want to go home. I'm tired. My daughter reaches the same conclusion. We've purchased shoes, jewelry, "no line" panties, blouses, and pants. Mission accomplished. At least until we get home, and I re-teach my daughter how to use an iron.
Shopping is time-consuming and can be a hassle. What was lovely this time was an appreciation for how my daughter and I have come full-circle with one another. Who would have imagined that all those trips to the dressing room over the years could chronicle and capture the essence of the mother-daughter bond?