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Juicy Joy

From the first word to the last, Juicy Joy: 7 Simple Steps to Your Glorious, Gustsy Self is a tropical fruit smoothie treat penned by Florida based colorfully creative author, Lisa McCourt. She invites the reader to travel along with her as she sets the ground work by declaring that she ‘wants more'; meaning peeling away, letting go of, releasing what no longer served in her life, to begin anew. Having done that, she now has the tools and life experience to teach readers with her grow-along exercises that she calls JuicyFeels. Each one beckons a diving deeper into the subtle and obvious things that may have kept us stuck in the muck and frees us to dance into, leap into, levitate into a life that is truly worthy of the beautiful beings that we are. I found myself laughing at the familiarity of Lisa’s words since they seemed as if they came from a “Vulcan Mind Meld”; so aligned they are with my own, even though our life experiences are different. That is one of the appeals of the book; readers from all walks of life will relate. Some are of the ‘hippy-dippy’ sort (I am proud to be one of ‘em:) and some more mainstream; but Lisa is adept at bridging those two seemingly disparate worlds.

The 7 steps she espouses are:

Emotion-Mixing

Filter-Fixing

Judgement-Flipping

Story-Stripping

Taco-Filling

Gut- Dripping

God-Dipping

 

I enjoyed the exercises; many of them what she calls NakedWriting. Yes, you can keep your clothes on, but imagine peeling off the layers of your psyche whilst buck nekkid in the privacy of wherever you might be! Meditation, movement, time in nature and with loved ones, as well as mirror exercises are doorways to the life altering world of Juicy Joy!

Slurp from the top to the bottom of this literary glass with a silly straw!  Yum!

www.lisamccourt.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Endless Possibilities

 

My friend Jacinta, this high energy, enthusiastic, passionate about life sister social worker,  waxed poetic recently which made it irresistable to refrain from following up with a question.  “The possibilities are endless, I love life :)”, she offered.

“Do you love life, because the possibilities are endless, or are the possibilities endless because you love life?,” I queried. Each day, it seems, we are all faced with the uncertainty as the subsequent 24 hours unfold. We never know from moment to moment what changes and choices we will face. Anxiety is epidemic for many who fear that sense of not knowing. I have come to relish it. Most mornings, I wake up feeling as if a huge present is set before me that I get to unwrap. Even when there may be undesriable tasks to complete, I always know that at least one portion of the rotation around the sun, will carry with it, a bountiful portion of joy.

Was I born optimistic, or did I learn it?  Perhaps both. “Optimism can be learned”, according to Martin Seligman, PhD. author of “Learned Optimism”.  Everyone has challenges, but optimists seem to be made of rubber and bounce back from them more rapidly and with less impact than a pessimist.

Perhaps I was hardwired for it, although my paternal grandmother was a worrier and my father (to a much lesser degree than my Russian immigrant Bubbe who fled the pogroms to come to America at age 16) inherited her ‘worry gene’, viewing it as a sign of love. I reminded him often that worry doesn’t keep anyone safe. When I have been face to face with life stuff, I have been able to see my way clear to the other side of it without too much angst.

I am not a glass half full person…rather, I am a glass ALL full kinda gal. You see, even if it is only half full of liquid, the rest is air. I prefer to refer to myself as an ‘opti-mystic’ who sees life through the eyes of possibility. I rarely allow myself to be limited these days. Even when events don’t pan out the way I think they ‘should’,  I am able to discover the message in the mess. I have become the queen of reframe and putting things into perspective. What if you knew that becoming a possibilities thinker could yield amazingly positive results? How would your life change if you could see what the day brings without second guessing it?  As you close your eyes for the night, could you dream to the horizon and beyond?  Could you become a lover of life?

 

http://youtu.be/ACCcU0X0dW0 What The Day Brings  by Brad

Easy To Be Hard

 

This morning I was on the phone with my sister Jan, asking her about a pattern I noticed in both of our lives. We grew up in a home overflowing with love, support, fun, creativity, physical affection and nurturing. We were raised with the idea that we could do or be whatever we set our hearts and  minds to….and yet, here we are, two seasoned women who are excessively hard on ourselves, at times, lacking in self compassion and acceptance. Where the heck did that idea come from?  We both pondered the question, coming up empty for an answer; except that our father used to say, in an effort to create resilient daughters who could face challenges, “If that’s the worst thing that happens to you, you’ll be ok.”  It could apply to anything from a skinned knee to an emotional boo-boo like a relationship breakup. He hadn’t intended to minimize our feelings, but the umbilical cord was connected to HIM long after it had been cut at our births that he couldn’t stand to see us hurting.

We both carry the idea that we need to be the go-to people, the Ms. Fixits, the rocks on which others can lean. I told her that I felt badly, venting to her about a challenging situation in my life, when she is facing more daunting issues in her own life. She said something that surprised me; quite the sage she can be at times. She replied that my issues were my central focus and deserved attention too. There are times when I minimize my ‘right’ to receive time and focus from others, since “after all, my life is pretty darn good and what the heck do I have to complain about? Oy vay!.”  I am uncomfortable with the sense of vulnerability it implies (to me, at least), letting the cat out of the bag that I am not always feeling chippery and cheerful and can whip a walloping internal temper tantrum that would be the envy of a two year old.

There is a poster I saw that said “The Beatings Will Continue Until Morale Improves Around Here”. So often I (and perhaps you) harass and abuse myself with incessant choruses of criticism, as if somehow it will make us better people. It has a parodoxical effect and we end up feeling badly about ourselves, which in turn, has us spinning our wheels faster and with greater fervor, as if somehow that will make a difference. It only makes us exhausted, resentful and feeling as if we will never be able to catch up. Or then, maybe that’s just me. Nah.

I offer classes that focus on self love and compassion because, as the adage goes, we teach what we need to learn. I was speaking with someone tonight on that subject and was amazed how some of what this other person shared so mirrored some of my entrenched beliefs that I thought I had sent packing. Apparently not.

My friend Scott Kalechstein Grace waxes humorous about Critiholism which is perfect for those of us with over active inner critics.  www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxuYQqR1IScwww.youtube.com/watch?v=VxuYQqR1ISc

FAITH

 

I saw a question recently that asked what faith meant. For those of us raised in homes in which religion played a prominent role, as it did in my Jewish household, it called for an acceptance of what might not be seen, but rather, felt fervently. Most of the time it was about an abiding connection with the Divine Source of all life. God was not just a guest in our home at 123 Pheasant Lane in the suburban South Jersey town of Willingboro, but a permanent household member. God-essence permeated every nook and cranny, rode with us on our bikes, swam beside us in the pool during practice, read over our shoulders in class, sat next to us in Hebrew school, wasn’t just a presence in synagogue. I am grateful to my parents for instilling in me a relationship with God that was inclusive and expansive, not fear based and constricted. Each night before bed, we recited the shema; a signature prayer, which I say to this day prior to closing my eyes.

I came up with an acronym for FAITH

F irst

A ssume

I

A m

T otally

H oly

 

So, what if I fully accepted that as truth?  If I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was holy, of the One, in harmony with all life; is there anything that could ever make me less than holy and whole? Taken a step further, is there truly anything I couldn’t do if aligned with that energy?  Tonight I had a conversation with my editor and dear friend Pamela Maliniak in which she reminded me to put down the self flagellating whip that has seemingly been attached to my hand for eons. I have held that belief that I ‘should’ be above petty emotions and persistent petulant thoughts. Feeling quite the hypocrite at times, since I profess this to those who read my work or hear me speak. We do indeed teach what we need to learn.

 

“Take the first step in faith. You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.”
- Martin Luther King, Jr.
“Leap and the net will appear.”-John Burroughs

Another friend, Karen Drucker has a song called The Call of Something More  that speaks so vividly of what I am feeling at the moment. The line attributed to Rev. Michael Beckwith “pain pushes til the vision pulls” could have been written for a decision I am in the process of making. The vision is pulling me to a new stage in my life, while old patterns and messages about what is expected of me; or rather, what I am expecting of myself, seem to fiercely be battling for my attention, disturbing my own peace.

There’s been a storm brewing inside of me, clouds moving around my heart.

Something’s changing that I can’t see.

I’m stuck in what I know is safe but not yet where I’m supposed to be.

Chorus: I feel the call of something more.

I feel the call of something that I’ve never felt before.

(Done before. Been before)

I feel the call of something more.

I feel the call, asking, what am I here for?

What am I here for? What am I here for?

They say that pain pushes till the vision pulls.

It feels like my safety nets have fallen down.

I wish I had a map of where to go.

I’ve got this feeling deep inside that when I get there I will know.

Chorus

I want to make a move right now though I don’t know when or how.

When I trust and know the truth, my heart will point the way.

There is more of me to share, so today I do declare,

that I will take that step in faith and let my light shine.

Chorus

©TayToones Music BMI 2011

To hear this song, click on this link and then pull up The Call

www.karendrucker.com

 

As sure as the sun rises and sets, I AM FAITH and so are you.

 

 

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