who is this She that's coming again?
let me explain.
these last few winter months, i've been reviewing my year of exuberant HIGHS and dark LOWS.
who is this She that's coming again?
let me explain.
these last few winter months, i've been reviewing my year of exuberant HIGHS and dark LOWS.
i had dinner a while ago with two of my girlfriends at a sumptuous French bistro by the bay in San Francisco.
these women are both stunningly beautiful, smart as whips and entrepreneurial wizards.
one’s married to a gorgeous surgeon at the best hospital in SF, is about to give birth to her first baby any day now and is glowing and at ease since she just put two year’s worth (!!!) of income in the bank so she can give herself completely over to mommy hood.
the other had recently spoken to an audience of several thousand people, is in an epic love affair with a millionaire celebrity hottie and was sharing about her travels with dear girlfriends to four exotic countries last year while bringing in near seven figures in her biz.
they both radiate health, style, quiet self-confidence and soul-deep contentment.
i was showered in enough brilliance to put PG&E out of business and light up the evening skyline.
so, then the question is: was i crawling out of my skin with envy? did i carefully watch what i said, for fear of seeming stupid or inept? did i worry they would talk shit about me later? did i feel less beautiful, less successful and less lovable as i compared myself to these women and their lives?
in this vein of how you do one thing is how you do anything …
… if someone observed you making love or in orgasm, what would they infer for how you lead your life?
by O, orgasm i mean, yes, sexual arousal and sensual expansion, but i also mean: your pleasure, your bliss, your ability to relax and receive.
which sounds most like how YOU do the DO?
each year as the leaves turn orange and brown around the edges and the nip of cold sets in in the air, I start to have dreams of my father.
after several nights in a row of these home-comings, i remember that the anniversary of his death, the day of the dead, is coming close.
it’s been five years, and so today i celebrate? no. grieve? no. bow to? yes, this long stretch of time since i got to hold his strong hand, behold his beautiful mind, feel his beautiful heart.
have you ever read an article or poem that rings so true you feel like you could have written it? and that is so good you wish you did write it?
this one is all that for me and so i share it with you. it's The Call, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.
” the clarity to leave my marriage. then falling in epic love. doubling then tripling my business while having energy left over for what’s next. the thing that makes it all work … “
"LiYana taught me how to get in touch with my desires, express them, and receive them. she taught me to embody yes, to make each moment more pleasurable than the last … and probably the most profound of her masterful skills as a coach, to artfully dance with fears and limiting beliefs until it felt […]
"i looked at LiYana’s stunning home life … the way she succeeds in her business in a way that is inherently feminine: continuing to move forward, but always allowing versus forcing … the kind of quality of respect that she garners from the people in the world who I admire the most … all of […]
"i had hidden away a huge part of myself – call it creative life-force, sensuality or inner guidance. (i call it all of those!) i thank LiYana for being a huge part of helping me thaw. i have access to guidance that blows me away every time I hear it and follow it. i channel it […]
"i thought i had to do it all and that if i had too much pleasure, everything would fall apart. i had gotten really good at running a highly profitable business, keeping on my son’s nap schedule and making sure that the to-do list was handled, but my inability to enjoying pleasure for pleasure’s sake […]