It’s Thanksgiving week here in the states, a time to appreciate and give thanks for the blessings in our lives. This year I have so much to be thankful for – lots of time at home with Michael, a deeper, more soulful connection to nature, the unconditional love of my adorable, albeit demanding cat, Poupon.
This morning I had a beautiful experience. I’d just finished watching TV when I decided to get up, put my teacup in the sink, and start the day. I walked to the window to look out over the reservoir behind my home, and just as I did, I saw two white swans lift up off the water.
It’s a beautiful day here in the Northeast with a pale-yellow sun high in the sky and the temperature at a balmy 42 degrees. I’ve just returned from a long walk around the lake, where I spent time contemplating the end of a decade and the start of the New Year.
In honor of Mother’s Day I’d like to ask you a question: How good are you at mothering yourself? Many of us (including our mothers) never learned to nurture and care for ourselves in a consistent way. Instead, our fear of what others think, a desire to be loved and accepted, or the nagging sense of not being good enough caused many of us to fall into a pattern of self-neglect.
Last year I adopted a quote from Louise Hay’s daily calendar. The page read: “I choose to make the rest of my life the best of my life.” As soon as the day was done, I hung that page in my office where I’d see it every day. Doesn’t it sound like the perfect guiding principle for a New Year?
On Saturday morning, just before leaving for the "I Can Do It" conference here in Toronto this weekend, I was inspired to use my own advice. I was rushing around the house trying to pack and organize so I'd be ready to meet the car taking me to the airport.
So imagine this: I'm sitting next to my friend Nancy. We're both wearing pink boas around our necks. We're in a room with 300 fellow Sister Goddesses (Mama Gena's name for the women who come to her programs) who are also wearing pink boas, and I'm feeling a little nervous (ok, maybe more than a little nervous ?).
Last week I traveled to New York to teach at the Hay House Writer’s Workshop on Sunday afternoon. When I arrived, I had a chance to meet a few of the attendees before hitting the stage. One young man, Jameal, approached to say hello and I immediately recognized his name as someone I had spoken to several times during my show on Hay House Radio. It’s always so fun for me to put a face with a familiar name and I asked Jameal if I might give him a hug.