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Did you ever have an experience of entering a store and an item would simply not let you exit without it coming home with you?  That happened to me yesterday when I walked into  Centre For Vibrant Living Kennett Square, PA  where I taught a workshop called Living A Ridiculously Amazing Life. How amazing was this?  A lovely, hand-painted mirror created by a local artist beckoned me, well; downright seduced me to fall in love with it. For right now, it is hanging on my bedroom wall above an altar that contains feathers, photos of loved ones, candles, a tiny tree branch, mala beads and other spiritual ritual items, as well as some of my most precious possessions…books. I think it will travel to workshops with me as a prop to remind participants of their true identity.

What does it mean to be a star?

To beam brightly

To burst forth in the darkness

To guide people

To grant wishes

To leave a legacy, since they are visible ages after they burn out

To be an example

To excel

To be center stage

To form a constellation

To be sparkly

In your own life, how to do embody these qualities?

 

Sometimes it feels easier to hide in the darkness, since brilliance can be intimidating. As Marianne Williamson has written:

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.’ We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

I know for myself that my own power and light scare the heck out of me. When I see myself reflected in the eyes and hearts of those in my life, I am humbled AND when I don’t feel so dazzling, along comes someone (usually my son) to reflect that back to me as well. He mirrors my deepest fears of inadequacy and then I find myself (or lose myself) becoming angry and frustrated which dims my light even further.

For today, I dare you and I dare me to shoot wildly across the sky, blazing a trail for others to follow~

http://youtu.be/tGrWCqI4DXU Everybody Is A Star by Sly and The Family Stone

 

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This morning I saw a powerful line in a thread on Facebook:  “If you see something, say something.” It was related to a man witnessing a dog left in a sweltering car in the parking lot of a restaurant. His sense of concern and outrage were in equal measure and it prompted him to go inside, get water for the distressed critter and was about to call the police when the dog’s people arrived with their take out food. He confronted them on their carelessness and they reacted defensively and then went on their way. Whether these people were conscious of how hot it gets in a car, in a very few minutes, even with windows open, that is only part of the story. Ken spoke up for one who couldn’t speak for him or her self.

We see everyday what happens when people don’t speak up. The rape culture thrives on that mentality. Consider what happened a few months ago, when it came out that a young girl was raped at a party by a few of her ‘friends’ (peers, classmates) and not only did the others who also claimed to be her friends, not intervene, but some recorded the activities and posted them on line. How horrific and how irresponsible on so many levels. She was violated physically, emotionally and spiritually.

I remember when I was in my 20’s, driving in Philly late at night and I stopped at a gas station and at another pump, saw a man with a gun, attempting to rob someone. Now, I didn’t directly intervene; I’m not THAT crazy, but I hightailed it out of there to the nearest payphone (that was pre-cell phone era) and dialed 911 and with very shaky voice told the dispatcher what I saw. Hopefully the police got there before something tragic occurred.  I’m no hero. I just followed my conscience and what I was taught by my parents; that you help because you can. Imagine if you were the one in need.

The same holds true if we witness domestic violence, child abuse or animal abuse. I ALWAYS step in in one form or another. We are all responsible to each other.

Bless you, Ken for seeing it and saying it.  Tail wags and paw claps for you!

 

http://youtu.be/ECYY7Iv9U64

Veterinarian Dr. Ernie Ward stays in a parked car on a   summer day to see how dangerous it is to leave a pet inside a car.

 

 

 

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July 18th marks the 95th birthday of a world server, a good soul, a man for whom the Yiddish word ‘mensch’ would be an apt description. As recently as a few weeks, ago the world was holding vigil in anticipation of his passing, but I am gratified to witness that Nelson Mandela is still on this side of the veil, and from what I have read, regaining strength even while hospitalized. Today is also known as Mandela Day.

According to the website Mandela Day:

The overarching objective of Mandela Day is to inspire individuals to take action to help change the world for the better, and in doing so build a global movement for good. Ultimately it seeks to empower communities everywhere. “Take Action; Inspire Change; Make Every Day a Mandela Day.”

Individuals and organisations are free to participate in Mandela Day as they wish. We do however urge everyone to adhere to the ethical framework of “service to one’s fellow human”.

Following the success of Nelson Mandela’s 90th birthday celebrations in London’s Hyde Park in June 2008, it was decided that there could be nothing more fitting than to celebrate Mr. Mandela’s birthday each year with a day dedicated to his life’s work and that of his charitable organisations, and to ensure his legacy continues forever.

The Mandela Day campaign message is simple: Mr. Mandela gave 67 years of his life fighting for the rights of humanity. All we are asking is that everyone gives 67 minutes of their time, whether it’s supporting your chosen charity or serving your local community.

Mandela Day is a call to action for individuals – for people everywhere – to take responsibility for changing the world into a better place, one small step at a time, just as Mr. Mandela did.”

Until a few years ago, for me, Nelson Mandela was a world leader; a political figure whose courage and compassion shone a light on the darkness of institutionalized hatred. When I met Philadelphia based South African musician Sharon Katz whose band Sharon Katz and the Peace Train brings African music to the world,  he became a bit more personal, since although we have never spoken (I would have loved to have interviewed him), I felt a ‘one degree of separation’ connection. Sharon sings about him and has sung for him. This is a lovely picture at his 75th birthday party.

On Mandela Day, we are asked to devote that hour and 7 minutes to be of service. One way that I am choosing to do that is to use my social work brain and research employment opportunities for a man I met yesterday. I was leaving the parking lot of a local supermarket with 4 cloth bags filled with groceries. I saw someone who looked to be in his 50’s standing in the 90 something degree heat bearing a sign that said he would work for food or money to support his family. Looking weathered and surprisingly out of place in this suburban area, I stopped, handed him $10 and then asked what type of work he was looking for. He told me that he and his family had just moved to the area and he could do handyman work. He said he had transportation and then wrote his number on a piece of paper. If a bit of my time, doing what I have done for clients over the years could assist a family, then it is well worth that investment.

Viva Mandela!  Thank you for setting an example for us all~

www.mandeladay.com

www.sharonkatz.com

http://youtu.be/7QM0xSuOJ5c Video about Mandela Day

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Oh how I used to do this. There were times when I was so ‘watered down’ so as not to ‘make waves’ that you could see right through me, float a boat on my surface, splash about in me~  YIKES. Now, I’ve reconstituted…(is that the right term?) solidified a bit more and am discovering for the first time who ‘me’ really is.  I often wonder  about the origins of this state of being. I was a colorful kid, unafraid of being center stage; precocious, like a little a ‘grownup in a kid suit’. I was able to carry on conversations with my parents’ friends and older relatives. I don’t ever recall being told that ‘children should be seen and not heard’ and yet, somehow, I found myself (or rather, lost myself) in an attempt to fit in. I developed into a good little co-dependent who in the 5th decade of my life, is finally feeling able to be genuine….what you see is what you get.

Today I was speaking with someone about vulnerability, she expressed that there were only a select group of people with whom she could find ‘safe haven’ and be genuine. Others, she felt, might take advantage of her and betray her trust. Nope, that’s not it for me. I trust easily most of the time, giving people the benefit of the doubt that they have my best interest at heart as I do with them. Sometimes I miss the mark and realize that I needed to be more discerning, but  fortunately I have not become cynical.

There have been times in my life in which I dressed flamboyantly in vibrant colors, glitter, and glow. My friend David told me one time that he didn’t believe I put the glitter on, but instead, it came from my pores. I wore my rainbow hued, moon and star embellished clown shoes to my job as a social worker. If I really was brave and as externally colorful as I am on the inside, I would dye my hair purple, or at least a few select stripes. I would dare to bare myself more emotionally, speaking my truth and asking for what I want, rather than holding back for fear of offending, taking up too much space or someone’s time. I learned not to inconvenience anyone, since I had felt that childhood asthma did indeed inconvenience my parents, although they would never have said so. On the surface, it may look like I have it all together while in reality, I have the jello-shakes sometimes; wondering when the other shoe will drop or being braced for disapproval. Being uniquely me would mean, peeling off the layers of pseudo safety, of hiding behind my professional façade and admitting that I feel a slew of emotions that look like anger, sadness, envy, frustration, disappointment and heaven forbid…judgment. When I allow for those states of being, I am truly able to love the woman in the mirror since I know her by heart.