Sassy Spirit

Sassy Spirit

Dreary days can refuel us.

posted by jperry

I remember going “Down the Shore” when I was a kid to Sea Isle City. We lived in Philly at the time. Now I live down here in another town all year round. I miss that vacation feeling driving the hour and depending on traffic, minutes it took to get there. Catching a smell of the salt air was when the excitement in my belly would build…telling me we were almost there. The sound of seagulls was music to my ears.

I loved the fun in the sun, but I loved when it rained too. I remember it flooded often there, so we would be stuck in the house. My Gram would bust out the UNO cards and we would enjoyed two of my favorite things nowadays, food and family. I swear food tastes better on vacation. So many vivid memories of the house we rented. I think it was maybe just two years, but in kid world, made a huge impression.  Lots of brown décor in that home. It was the early 80s the, so the shore house was probably done in the 70′s.

Fast forward to being a parent in the summer at the shore. When you’re a tourists, shopping, going out to eat, and even playing games like I did back in the day is perfect. When it rains on your regular, normal day, what do you do? When my hubby is off, we plan game nights/days, because with five kids, trying to find a movie everyone likes is like trying to find the Holy Grail. Games always end up with yelling and tears, despite our good intentions. My husband will buy treats like soda and ice cream, not the organic, non-GMO kind I get. Yay for Dad. I roll my eyes and smile as he creates memories for them.

Today he was working. My oldest daughter was babysitting my friend’s kids. I had no fun intentions. I had laundry I had to fold that was sitting in a basket for a week. I let the day recharge me. I made healthy smoothies. I took five different snack, crackers, cheese puffs (healthy kinds which were iffy on taste by themselves) and combined them into a symphony of cheesy flavor mix. I made myself a healthy dinner. Cooking is something I actually love. One of my go-to’s for getting my creative juices flowing is cooking, among others like music, putting on make-up and creating a look with my outfit, exercise, or nature. My two youngest sons are now watching the LEGO movie for the 100th time. My oldest son is being a teenager and watching Netflix. The baby, my youngest daughter is asleep in my lap. We needed this.

We have to take those veg-out days to just be.  You may accomplish some things, like cooking meals, and stuff around the house, but it’s different.  There’s no pressure.  Just ease.  You don’t force anything.  There’s just a freedom feeling of almost being a kid. You can relax.  Nothing needs to happen or get done.  And play is a necessity of life for the spirit.  That I know, but sometimes forget.

Great-full

posted by jperry

When things aren’t going the way I’d like, I am not grateful. I forget my blessings. The grass seems greener and then eventually I shake my head and remember the greatness in my life.

Is it always easy? No. I have five kids that range from six months old to seventeen.  My four year old son is a badass already.  Does he test me daily?  A hundred times and 1/4 of the time, I’ll yell. Do I ALWAYS have laundry to do and crumbs constantly on my floor? YES. And does that even matter? No. It’s a hassle, don’t get me wrong. But thinking of the people who lost their loves ones on the Malaysian flight yesterday, instant shift within to compassion and love for them, and gratitude for my loved ones. Life is too short to get caught un in the boringness of the mundane. I love asking the questions like…in five years will this be important to me?

Working from home is awesome for many reasons. I can meet with clients via Skype, talk business opportunities on the phone, and answer messages from my Beach Body customers, blog from home, work on my books, etc. and be with my kids. But my home isn’t my escape then. It’s not a refuge when crumbs and Lego multiply on the floor overnight. I’ve had unfolded laundry sitting in a not just one basket, but two, for quite a few days. Don’t worry, it’s patient. Laundry always waits. Summer is so fun, but it gets crazy here and my kids need to eat a snack every twenty minutes.

I won’t lie. There have been moments when I fantasized about just being a housewife again, with only lottery dreams, and no aspirations of a career, or writing at all. Then I remember who I am and that I would never be satisfied with that. Words were yearning to come out and left unexpressed were quite toxic to my being. The call of my own soul calls me to be bigger, bolder, grander, fiercer, and more daring. All the striving can tire me out if it’s not balanced with being present in the moment and seeing how great things already are. How great I already am. It’s out of surviving and into thriving. I am great full. I’m full of great. Gratitude is the attitude perfect for receiving.  Blessing to all that your cup may runneth over.

Love is scary and business is too.

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Last week I was driving to meet my sister-goddess-mentor-friend, Kellie Kuecha before she left on her travels. She was in town for a few days, so it was easy for me to meet up with her kid-free.  I had taken her branding class a few months ago as I gathered info and kept tipping my toe in the business waters. I’m still in the shallow end as I eye the deep end, not with fear, just cautiously surveying how my swimming skills are. It’s easy to swim in a baby pool. You can feel the bottom. You can see everything. You can reach everything. You don’t have to grasp, reach, stretch, or chase after anything.

I knew Kellie would challenge me to think differently about business and force me to take a look at monetizing what I’ve been doing even more. She obviously would not force me, but rather just by asking me what my hopes, goals, and dreams are.  By telling me what she thinks, as will as any women in business, make me uncomfortable in a good way. I could not have talked to her without tripping up on my words three plus years ago. I looked for teachers back then, but I would want to hide when I felt less them. I don’t do gurus nor do I want to be one. It was easy when I was young to think someone else could solve my problems and had my answers. I smile now at my naïve gal of my twenties, who didn’t know her magic.

It was a sunny, beautiful day, and my heart was so full of gratitude for my life. I love driving along alone in the car with the music loud on days like that.  I had a fear suddenly arise from the past. That one I get when I’m really happy and I know good things are on the horizon, but I get this thorn poking in my side. The thorn of my rosy disposition. My thorn is my fear of loss. I thought about how much I love my husband that it almost hurts. That I love my children so much it hurts to think of them growing older and venturing out in the world, as my oldest was two days away from getting her driver’s license. I could spin all these crazy stories of my boys getting into fist fights in bars when they get older. Anxiety can be like this crazy woman with makeup smeared, wild hair, swigging on booze, and mumbling all this terrifying stuff in my head. I used to listen to her daily. I tried to build a shield around my heart to protect myself. It left me off center and I couldn’t stand not being sensitive. Who would have ever thought that one? I just softened myself and drove along soaking in the light from the sunshine.  I thanked God for all my blessing and knowing anything can change, worry will never prevent anything.

Kellie and I got our scones and coffee and sat outside in the fresh air. I was so glad to see her. I know she always wants what’s best for me. Friends like that are gems. She shares her experiences and wisdom in business which I am grateful for. She is the queen of freedom, she preaches freedom and wants us all to have it. I realized some of what holds me back in any way from my career is that I don’t like that heavy feeling of obligation. Don’t get me wrong, I have tons. I have five kids. That’s why if my business side gets too crazy, mom me feels off, and then where the hell do I fit in? The me that is just me wants freedom. Money can give us that. We also can choose it as a mindset as well. I do love a challenge though, if I’m really honest. I remember chasing boy’s hearts or girls to be friends with if I thought they were cool. I don’t chase anything or anyone now. I follow my heart, intuition, inner knowing, and soul energy. Bliss is a great guide for me, but I also won’t let go of my big dreams, I’m just in the middle of tweaking them and letting Divine guidance transform them. Spirituality and business go hand in hand for me as it does for Kellie, so she gets me,

She reminded me of all that I already have and that was a great remembrance to feel as I’ve graduated from the just saying I’m going to do stuff (like projects) and actually doing them. It’s a high-diving, surviving, thriving, striving in the world of business. You jump off the high dive, you learn you survived, then you’re thriving as you’re swimming along…but then you strive to jump again or swim even further away to find another type of high-dive so you can dive deep again into the deep abyss of unknown and scary places that only exist in your mind.

I had lots to think about and digest, as we said goodbye. In truth, I’m still looking for complete clarity on things. As I drive home, I got tear-eyed as I thought, I will always be okay. Like God filled my heart with peace. That is a wonderful feeling. The broken me of my twenties can get really scared when I realize how loved I am, how much love I’ve let in, and how much I’ve let out. Really, it is always safe to love. Love is what we’re here for.

Heart Knows No Borders

posted by jperry

I am not one to talk politics here, but this is tugging at my mama heart. So I’ll share my inner knowing.  God talks to me through my writing, when I just allow it to come through and trust it.

Fighting in any holy land is against God. When children are dying, it’s never good. You are never fighting for God, that is not Divine energy in any way. Love for God. Wanting peace for those that are right or chosen is not spirit. Wanting peace, love, safety, well-being, and grace for every human being is a holy thing. That’s your spirituality, no matter what your religion is. Families and cultures pass down hate for people they don’t even know. This breeds what they don’t even want to continue. Teaching your children goodness is how we can shift things. Pray for all. BE-ing spiritual means you reside in the love space within your heart that wants all children of all races, religions, and nations to smile. You want all children to thrive with a loving family in a free environment. Love is the only way to help because arguing with others about their truth only separates. The idea of all God’s children, all of us a Divine spark of awesome, a creation of a higher power that connects us all through consciousness.

Is land worth blood? What kind of war is justified? We can turn our nose down at those we deem barbaric because we’re so civilized, but people are made into people who hurt, hate, and destroy. Babies don’t hate. When there is no hope for youth, that energy turned toxic and people manipulate them. I always have hope for the future. I believe they can become compassionate, loving, healthy people who create change for our planet. What can I do? I always ask. Can I try to have peace in my own home no matter how mad my kids get at their siblings and how much it can feel like chaos versus calm. Disagreeing is part of being human. It doesn’t have to get ugly.  We are evolved beings who can think before we act.  Consequences are cause and effect which is also about our vibration.  Raising my vibration and letting go of grudges with myself and others, regrets, guilt, or anything I need to forgive to move forward from my highest place to assist others.  I will continue to walk in the Light and bless those that even annoy me in traffic. I’ll let my potential tip the scales for good since we all have the potential to hurt or harm. I build my foundation on self-love and my infinite connection to the Universe. Life is a sacred thing. Each one of us is worthy of the good. Let’s send love out to the world and visualize peace as a blue light and that the Unconditional Love and Divine white Light of God fills all the of men, women, and children who’ve forgotten their center, Our true center is our soul. It will never lead us astray. We are never disconnected to it, we just forget. Remember your soul’s nature and you’ll never go wrong.

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