Strive for What’s Deep Inside

A guest post by seeker of badassery, Marcella Chamorro.

au·then·tic / [aw-then-tik] adjective

 
1. not false or copied; genuine; real
2. having the origin supported by unquestionable evidence

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When I think of authenticity, what first comes to mind is an envelope enclosed with seal of red wax. I think of notaries and documents, but I hardly ever think of myself.

Since I was young, I have been told to strive to fit in. The mold I’ve been told to fit changes over time. In pre-school, I should not have cried. In high school, I should have been friendly with the popular crowd. In college, I should have groomed myself to get a job. In my twenties, I should steer relationships toward marriage. And the list goes on and on, morphing, twisting, and turning us into spirals of what I should be — all to achieve some predetermined reward.
 
But guess what? Letting my true self shine has granted me even larger rewards.
 
Instead of aiming for what others steer us toward, we can all aim for that what feels right deep inside.
 
We have all something churning around that wants to be set free — creativity, words, a new business, a simmering love, and more. Chances are you know exactly what I’m talking about. You probably know a few things you want to try, but you haven’t yet allowed yourself to start.
 
If you don’t try these things, are you being truly authentic?
 
What exactly is holding you back? Most times, our desire to fit in inherently hinders our creativity and ability to even let ourselves think about the possibilities churning deep within. What if you did? What if you allowed yourself the space to think about what you dream about doing (even if it may seem crazy to someone else)?
 
Do me a favor. Take out a piece of paper, and make two columns. In the left column, write down a list of all of the dreams and goals you can think of. In the right column, next to each dream, write down the one single thing you can do today to achieve that dream. Don’t cheat — just one, and keep it simple!
 
Congratulations! By allowing yourself to strive for what’s deep inside (who you really are), you’re one step closer to being the most authentic version of yourself.
 
Marcella Chamorro just released her first book, titled To Be or Like to Be: The Need for Authenticity in Online Marketing in the Era of Ultra-Informed Consumers. She is a blogger, speaker, and consultant based in Managua, Nicaragua. Her work focuses on helping companies and professional individuals extend their brands to the digital space. She spends her free time in the gym or running, which is how she gets her best ideas.

Love Your Gifts

A guest post by one of the kindest, warmest + deepest men I have had the great fortune to meet, Bernardo Mendez.
 

Photo by Shlomi Nissim


 
“The art of happiness is to serve all, and all shall serve you.” ~ Yogi Bhajan.

 

The inevitability of death is both the greatest reminder and the most powerful advocate of the raw and visceral need to get to know your truth during this lifetime. Hidden within that truth, lining the warm empty space that surrounds your heart’s core, lays a burning longing to serve humanity, to radiate life outward and offer your unique gifts to the world.

 

This longing starts out as a dim mutter, faint as the edge of a cloud on a summer sky. With time, the sound grows louder and its rhythm more pulsating. As your heart opens up to feel the intense spectrum of life – with its incredible loving highs and its gut devastating lows – the message grows clearer and louder.

 

In time, this noise forms a sound.

 
This sound is the most exquisite and moving symphony that your heart has ever danced to.

 
It’s the song of you.

 
It’s your very own song as a manifestation of devotion and service to others.

 

Your soul’s beat is a force that is dying to open life and dance to it.
Not as a means to entertain, but as a way to be used up and exhaust your life through giving your essence completely.

 

If you are anything like me, you’ve probably realized by now that going after “it”: the ideal body, the perfect credit score, the beautiful house, the really cool SUV, doesn’t really cut it anymore. In other words, you recognize that by definition, running after these will always leave you thirsty. You understand in a real and experiential way that these pursuits loose their glow after a fleeting period of time.

 

Perhaps one Tuesday morning on the way to work, or one inconsequential evening on a cold winter day, it hits you ever so strongly that time will not stop for you. You face the inevitable truth that you can either keep pretending to be deaf or you can open your heart to be one with your song and better yet, sing it openly to the world around you.

 

Then, it happens. Every fear, every doubt, every frustration, and every insecurity surfaces up to punch you in the face.

 

It hurts so deeply that at first you feel taken aback by this force, “It shouldn’t feel like this” you say, “It should just flow.” So you start and stop, give some and hold back some, attempt to think your way through this mess but keep going around in an endless circuit that appears to have no end. You surrender to the fact that you can’t figure out why the universe doesn’t seem to cooperate.

 

And then, something magical happens. Something so profound and life altering takes place that it forever changes your course in life. Your open, vulnerable and radiating heart takes over and moves you to make the most important decision of your life, to give regardless.

 

You make a decision from the core of your being that the gift you have to share is not really yours but that it simply needs to be given through you.

 

At this point it ceases to be about you, it ceases to be about the outcome, whatever comes from your giving is not your focus anymore.

 

You give because it has to be given and you give because not doing so kills your soul.

 

You recognize that no one might want to receive this gift but instead of subduing your desire to please others, you make it your life’s mission to sing your song at the top of your lungs.

 

You sing it when you get praise and most importantly, you courageously sing it when no one seems to care.

 

And then, through a lifetime of openly expressing your gifts, through the absolute devotion to use yourself up, you become one with this love. You may live in the hearts of others or you might not, you might be rich or completely broke, but now it doesn’t really matter because you have managed to share your love with others in the form of your gift.

 

You are ready to face your own death without regrets and know with every fiber of your being that you will die completely given.

 

Does anything in your life need to shift TODAY, so that when death comes you can go knowing you have given your essence completely?

 

Bernardo Mendez is the creator and host of YourGreatLifeTV, a video blog designed to help people live a more present and conscious life. You can connect with him on twitter @yourgreatlifetv or Facebook

 

Love Your Irritation

A guest post by the fiery hot Michele Lisenbury Christensen.

 

You and I – in our ongoing adventure of creating lives we love – are well-served to focus on and expand the positive in our worlds. What you focus on expands. As you think, so you become. But if you’ve got that positive focus in place already, I want to pull you aside right now and whisper a darker love-secret in your ear: Your irritation… your resentment, your frustrations, your annoyances… all that icky stuff: THAT is the next frontier of your amazing life. Learn to love it and it will guide you to everything you want to become, do, and have.

 

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Hooked on the light
 

If you’re that person (maybe others know this about you better than you do – ask them!) who’s gotten hooked on the positive – who’s superstitious about admitting when something’s irritating – who’s afraid she’ll ‘jinx’ her life if she names the shadow-side, then I want to grab you by the shoulders and (with so much love) headbutt you with this message: your positive approach is a fantastic foundation, but it’s not the whole house. Don’t let it become a form of avoidance. Develop the skills and courage to pull out the darker stuff, and you’ll be able to work the alchemy to weave it, too, into power and light.

 
What irritates you?
 

Maybe your partner has a habit of leaving laundry on the doorknob EVERY TIME. Or a colleague can’t seem to get the details right with your most important client. Or your resentment (think of it this way: the thoughts your mind re-sends, re-sends, re-sends over and over again) focuses on something you think YOU are doing wrong. Not good enough as a mother. Body not right in this way or that. Snippy again with someone who didn’t deserve it.

Whether it’s toward a situation, a person, or an internal irritation, all these resentments and frictions are straw you can spin into pure gold.

 
The truth about irritation
 

Irritation is a signpost guiding us to a hidden pocket of desire – latent power – in our lives. Always. Never more, never less.

 

Picture this: you’re about to leave the house. You’re in a hurry. A fairy godmother steps in front of the door just as you put your hand on its handle. She smiles gently, “Darling, haven’t you forgotten something important?” But you don’t see her as the benevolent force she is. “WHAT?!” you snap. “I’m late already! Just tell me what I’ve forgotten! Why are you messing with my head?” She’s not. It’s crucial that YOU be the one to look underneath the irritation and find its treasures.

 

Irritation and resentment occurs when we’re stepping past a fear and it indicates we have some desire or turn-on that’s stuck underneath that unacknowledged fear. As a result, I adore resentment because every resentment is a GOLDMINE of untapped life energy. And that’s what we’re looking for every day, right? The pockets of US-ness that are hidden and inaccessible right now but can be unlocked and lived into.

 

Today’s the day you, too, fall in love with your irritation, if only because you know what’s right underneath it.

 
How to love your irritation
 

If you can love the stuff that shows up as irritation, you can follow it back to the desire underneath it and open to receive that. So long as you stay in irritation, nurturing your resentment and “put-upon” feelings, the skill you’re building is skill at being irritated. You’re crafting a life of irritation and toleration.

 

1. Admit it: you’re irritated.

 

I like to do this in writing. Complete the sentence over and over: “I resent that….” Get a good listing of the things that are stuck in your craw. This is simply good hygiene, like vacuuming your living room or flossing your teeth. Got your list?

 

2. Flirt with your irritation.

 

Now, loosen your grip. Find the turn-on in being irritated. All sensation is sensational, when you feel into it. Happy things make you purr. Let your irritation make you growl. But this time, enjoy it. You may have to release some disapproval of the not-nice-ness of feeling this way. That’s just a concept. Let it go, and notice: disapproving of irritation never made you one ounce less irritated. Loving your irritation will. Find the irritation in your body.

 

Breathe into its sensations. Give them room to expand. Move in the way they might enjoy.

 

You’re not wallowing; you’re moving the energy of irritation so it has somewhere to go.

 

3. Get curious about what’s underneath the irritation.

 

When you’re really approving of being exactly as irritated or resentful as you are, no more and no less, it’s time to get curious. “What is this pointing to?” What desire, positive intention, intuitive information, or latent energy is underneath this irritation? I realized I was irritated that my husband didn’t call when he was going to be late. Underneath that? I wanted freedom to come and go as I pleased. My client Joe resented that his wife seldom wanted sex. He discovered he was afraid his most vibrant, zestful days were behind him, but he wanted a present and future full of vitality and turn-on, both inside and outside the bedroom.

 

4. Lean into the desire and the game of not having it yet.

 

Nice people like us… spiritual people, even… we try to let go of desires, especially if we fear they’re unattainable. Didn’t the Buddha say desire was the root of all suffering? I’ve tried the eradicate-desire path. My desires just went underground and came out sideways. As irritation. What I’ve learned is that letting go of the desire through mindful observation works great on superficial, passing fancies.

 

I believe many of our desires are not superficial causes of suffering but meaningful signposts guiding us toward our best path, for our own good and for the good of all.

 

That’s why those desires are so persistent: they’re marching orders from our inner (or higher – however you want to view it) headquarters.

 

It’s important to note, however, that we can get right back into that futile, suffering-causing cycle if we become fixated on the realization of the desire.

 

Satisfaction doesn’t actually depend on attainment, when it comes right down to it. Don’t mistake the marching orders for a commandment to reach the destination. They just guide our direction. Just as you found turn-on in the irritation itself, now look for the delicious sensations of desire. Wriggle down into the longing, and thoroughly enjoy it as an experience complete unto itself. Desire is not a pimple that needs to be popped. It’s more like a tickle… You want both the relief of its resolution and for it to never end. Savor it.

 

When you have one of these deep, persistent desires, let the process of being with it be a delight unto itself.

 
Here are some great questions to ask in the process:
 

- If you knew it was a game, how would you play with it?
- If you knew you were going to get what you want – that what you really wish for in the situation is not only NOT impossible, but actually inevitable and right around the corner – what would be different? How would you feel, act, and communicate differently? How would being that way be its own reward?

 

5. Flirt with the other person.

 

Presuming there’s another person involved in the irritation (so many of mine are with myself!), in this step, you can involve them. Now that you’re clearly seeing the personal rewards of enjoying the desire underneath your irritation, you’re far less attached to the other person changing themselves or their behavior, right? That’s a fantastic place from which to invite them to do so. Tricky, huh?

 
Approval: A radical approach
 

 

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Irritation can create beauty inside us. Image via Wikipedia

In our culture, we’ve been thoroughly indoctrinated that we can manage those we claim to ‘love’ through doling out approval and disapproval. Carrots and sticks. Smiles and frowns. But when I examine my own cleanest motivations we realize something deeper:


every time I do something for your approval, I resent having to pay a toll.

 

And every time I regulate myself to make sure I stay off your shit list, I hate you a little bit for being willing to put me on it at all. Do I still do things to gain others’ approval and avoid their disapproval? Yes. But I envision and work toward a world where we’re all more at choice and less embroiled in manipulation than that – especially with the partners and children we love the most (and have most been taught to ‘manage’ in these ways).

 

 

In my experience, when I stop trying to get other people to change by threatening “I’ll be pissed at you if you keep doing that” or promising “there’s approval waiting as soon as you do this” I open the door to more genuine motivation. I can show them a more intimate chamber of my heart. I can share the true desire I have and the experience they would make possible (for me, for themselves, and often for the wider world) if they stepped into relationship with my desire and with their own.

 

For example, my husband Kurt (remember the lout who didn’t come home and how much I resented that?). When I got into relationship with my desire, I said, “I’d love to be able to be out, too, on my own, and ask myself “what do I feel like doing before I go home? That would give me such a feeling of freedom.” He felt into that desire in me and found in himself an authentic inspiration to be a part of creating freedom for the woman he loved. Note that it wasn’t, “I gotta get out of trouble with her after I was late” or “I’ll get a biscuit from her if I’m a good boy.” It was desire relating to desire. We found a way for me to have an open-ended time out on my own just a few days later. Turned us both on.

 

6. If helpful, take a long view.

 

That last example was fairly simple. Other times, it’s been less tidy. The other person is sometimes defensive. I (or you!) may have been nasty in the past about this same topic. There may be some mess to clean up and a longer-term campaign to play with. In those cases, keep cycling through all these steps so you can maintain your turn-on and delight around the situation.

 

Stay in approval of yourself, your desire, and the other person.

 

From that place, you can flirt harder with them, with finesse. In my work as a turned-on marriage coach, this kind of approach is often necessary for the partner who wants more sex… Over time, they stay connected to their partner, loving and approving of that person. But their stance is playfully dismissive of the sexual stalemate between them: they tease themselves and the other person about all the ways – and reasons – they’ve avoided such a delicious, nourishing territory in their lives.

 

Enjoy this process. It’s so very pleasurable if you really throw yourself into it. Your irritations love you… learn to love them back. And I’d love to hear how it’s going.

 

At age 23, Michele Lisenbury Christensen dedicated herself to helping powerful women and men unite success, spirituality, and sensuality when she embarked on a career as a leadership and love coach. In the 15 years since, she’s crafted a smokin’ 11+ year marriage of her own, had two happy kids, and been a trusted advisor to couples, singles, and leaders around the world. Toe-curling pleasure on a daily basis empowers Michele to serve and scintillate her clients and the readers of her articles at www.lovingwithpower.com.

 

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Love Your Voice. It’s Your Angel.

A guest post by the warmhearted + poignant poet, Jennifer Styperk.

 

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Today, right now, I’m reflecting on angels.
 

A client called on me to help her write a thank you poem. Her friends and family reached out to her in a time of darkness. Her youngest son had suffered a terrible skiing accident and was not expected to live. About two weeks into the suffering, her son was taken off all of his medication to monitor his brain, organ and blood activity.
 
He flat lined.
 
After which he quickly opened his eyes and said…

 

“I saw angels. They told me that I will be ok.”

 

To the doctor’s amazement, he recovered rapidly, his threatening blood clots dissipated, and he is at home recovering.

 

I, myself, have experienced my own saving grace. In my case, this angel was a British man, a stranger on the streets of London. I was carrying a box heavy with poetry books, papers and my printer. This strange, sudden angel reached out, took the box and asked me to where I was carrying such a load. He saw me safely to the Knotting Hill post.

 

At a time when I trusted no man, this man, this stranger, helped carry my heavy weight.
 
I was taking the difficult, necessary actions to leave the continent on which I seemed unable to leave a harmful relationship. For months I’d heard, “You are not the person I thought you were…. Where’s the sarcasm? The hard ass sense of humor?” At Christmas time I heard, “so what that your family is across the ocean.” And that was not the worst of it. I remember each and every time he complained that I wasn’t the person he thought I was. I understood his words to mean loudly and clearly that I was not the person he wanted me to be.

 

Prior to that he’d said, despite my brother being hospitalized for a week, with a life-threatening infection, “your brother is not that sick, quit choosing your brother over me.” It took a long many months, upwards of a year really, and daily conversations with my father, but eventually I grew to recognize that if I didn’t leave this relationship, I would loose entirely my voice, which is as a poet my guiding light of who I am in the world, where I am going, what I stand for, and how I stand for it.

 

I keep trying to write a poem for my stranger.
 
I see shoulder blades like birds taking flight calling to mind the wings of angels. I see the weight of my parcel taken up by a stranger. And I feel hope to be the same feeling of being a bird flying.

 

I see
shoulder blades like birds’ wings taking flight
strained by weight
a stranger before me carrying my heaviest weight
like ravens taking flight off the telephone wires

 

my strange angel to my surprise a man
on the London streets offering to carry
away my despair

 

But the poem that also keeps surfacing and seems to be complete, as I think through my poem for this humble stranger, the man who encouraged me to consider trusting men again, like the actions of my strange angel, is a poem of hope.

 

dirty luck

 

that copper coin
passed on the street
until the sun
reflects its corroded back

 

and a someone with shine inside
pockets that penny
because the smallest of actions
hold value

 
 
I think of my Poetry Salon poets as angels, too. They are not only published, professional, award-winning poets, they must also be generous and humble in order to offer up their gifts and talents so selflessly. We lend our poetry writing skills to help people find the music, landscapes, imagery, metaphors and central themes in their own lives. To help each person sing along to their own melodies, along their own unique path.
 

Each of us has a unique voice to express in the world. We start by heading our inner voice. We flourish by allowing our voice to lead us to our passions.

 
Listen to your own voice.

Get to know it.

Record yourself giving that speech, thanking your friend, saying I love you.

Playback your voice and transcribe your words.

Enjoy the thrill of hearing your unique and authentic voice.

You’re voice is your archangel.

Listen to it.

 

Jennifer Styperk is the poet and founder of Poetry Salon. Her poetry has been published in Denver Quarterly, The Texas Observer,Open City, The Battered Suitcase, and online including Gabriella?, I love your shoes, and Relationships. Originally from Pittsburgh, PA, Jennifer lives three blocks from the beach in Santa Monica and will be looking for your tweets from @thePoetrySalon.

 

Love Your Biz: The Art of Shining

A guest post by the passionate shine lady, Erin Giles.

 
When I decided to start my business I knew I was in a for a wild ride + I was ready. I left my full time day job to be at home with my daughter and start my fulfilling coaching business. I didn’t quite realize the things I would need to do to love it the way it deserved.

Working with Intention
 
You have to truly know your intention, who you are setting out to serve and in what capacity.

 
In the beginning I was blind to this. I wanted to take any and every client for the experience.

 
I figured this is how it would always be, until I realized I did indeed need to fire some clients.
 

Now before you picture me calling ladies and saying you’re fired pump the brakes darlin’… I of course maintained some lovely customer service skills.

 

If I were to serve every woman who called to work with me, in every capacity, I would end up creating a business that was no less like my day job. This is why I work with intention and purposefully serve using the strengths + passions I hold.

 

Working to Serve

 

My most loved way to love my biz is by serving + being generous to my clients. Every client I have the honor to coach whether it is a complimentary flashlight session, an email coaching client or a weekly client I serve them with all of my heart. This is something biz women everywhere should maintain at all times…

 

Your business will thrive when it lives to give. Tweet this.

 

When you work to serve you find your clients and customers have a sense of commitment to reciprocate. They will not only recommend you but come to you for your expert advice.

 

Loving Myself

 

In order to serve others, I must love on myself. I’m not being cheeky… I’m referring to giving yourself what you need in order to remain sane.

 

The first two months of my business from inception – to website launch – to my first 4 clients, I literally worked from the moment I woke up to the moment before I went to bed. I ate, slept and breathed my business. I knew in order to show myself and my business some love…honey, we needed a break. Time off, set work hours, a set work space, outsourcing work…you get the picture.

 

Break your own rules.

Sleep in late.

Tweet more… or less.

Whatever allows your creative juices to recharge… do it.

 

Whatever your business or practice… I encourage you to work with purpose and intention… serve more, and most importantly love yourself. Your family and your world will be changed when you shine like the diamond you are with love + passion.

 

Erin Giles passionately works to shine light on your possibilities via one on one and group coaching. You can connect with her on twitter @erinmgiles or reach out via her site at erinmgiles.com.

 

4 Reasons to L.O.V.E. Your Cravings

A guest post by the deliciously decadent Shelley Chapman.

 

Chocolate ganache cupcakes with sprinkles.

Perfectly salted potato chips.

A sexy pair of Louboutin heels.

Two week vacation on the Amalfi Coast with the one you love.

 

Cravings

 

They rise within us + threaten to overload our senses with their beckoning + calling.

 

We ignore them, telling ourselves that we can’t have it. We can’t afford it. We can’t risk it. We can’t indulge in it. We. Simply. Can’t.

 

Have you ever asked why?

 

Why would the Gods taunt you with such a magnificent revelation only to tell you that it’s forbidden?

 

Seriously? Like, who does that?

 

We do.

 

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Perhaps it’s time we begin to L.O.V.E. our cravings. I discovered L.O.V.E. as I recovered from my Compulsive Overeating. After years of binging and drowning my emotions in food, I finally decided to look at the very thing that was eating me.

 

I’d lost L.O.V.E. and tried to find it in what had become a bottomless, unfulfilled hole masquerading as my stomach. By connecting with my feminine, I made a decision to eat and fulfill my cravings with L.O.V.E.

 

1. Our cravings invigorate us with LIFE.

They remind us that there is something juicier to explore. Something deeper to uncover. Something inescapable to find. Indulge on that which gives you LIFE. Stop substituting and faking it. A processed dollar store chocolate bar won’t do, when you really want Godiva.

 

2. Our cravings demand that we’re OBEDIENT to them.

They’re relentless in their pursuit. The agony of disobedience is far more pricier than whatever you think it will cost to finally take that vacation you’ve needed. Accept that while you serve the very thing you crave, it too will serve you.

 

3. When we acknowledge our cravings, we allow its VIBRATION to align with the resources needed to make it happen.

Thus those salty potato chips won’t compound in your body like fatty interest but instead will help you quickly satisfy the bodies need for salt. Once you allow the indulgence without guilt you’ll find that you will stop once you’ve had enough.

 

4. Ultimately our cravings ENERGIZE us.

They shift us into gear and demand that we experience them to their fullest. There is always something more magnificent on the other side of a fulfilled craving. It’s not logical, so don’t try to figure it out. It’s magical. Once you’ve been ignited by the craving fairy dust, there is no turning back. Whether you torment yourself and deny your deepest urges or free yourself and indulge in your inner bliss, the energy of cravings will always persist.

 

Use them. Cravings are there for your undiscovered pleasure.

 

I challenge you to use February and beyond to go deeper, indulge and L.O.V.E.

 

Shelley Chapman is the creator of Belly Breakthroughs™; an innovative interactive workshop series that helps transform the bodies, food relationship and lives of women. Visit her at EatRelateLove.com

Love Your Body

This is a guest post by huge-hearted + lovely Amber Krzys.

 
3 Tips on How to [Heart] your Body Even More
 

A special message for the fellas. I’m no fool. I realize men receive as many negative body image messages as women; however, my main audience is women. So, as you read this post, I invite you to please replace she with he and her with him. Thank you for understanding.
 

 

I wish I had a dollar for every time I heard a woman share how she was okay with almost all of her body, just not her ________. Feel free to insert your most troublesome area. The usual suspects are butt, thighs, belly & arms.

 

Boy, do I understand. I was that woman. I always felt like I had a pretty face and small upper body, but my main problem area was my lower half. I often fantasized about replacing it with a thinner, better version. Basically I wanted to cut out what I had and insert someone else’s – like real life photo shop.

 

But that didn’t exist, so I opted for the longer, often bumpy, yet highly rewarding path of self-acceptance.

 

Today, I’m sharing one of my many learnings with you.

 

You probably don’t think of it like this, but we tend to compartmentalize our bodies. It’s true. We think things like, “I like my smile and my eyes, but I hate the cellulite on my thighs and my poochy belly.”

 

Ultimately we ignore what we don’t like. I call this neglect.

 

Now wait a minute you say. I do an extra set of abs three times a week or stairs on the beach just to target my belly and butt. How can you say that is neglect?

 

I say it’s neglect because the energy behind the exercise is coming from a place of force and not love.

 

It’s neglect because when you think of that area you have NOTHING good to say about it.

 

Let’s pause for a second and think in terms of a relationship with a significant other. What does that relationship need to be successful?

 

The top four qualities in no particular order are Trust, Communication, Respect and Love. We are going to focus on Love today.

 

So how do we demonstrate love in a relationship?

 

By paying attention. By touching our partner and offering affection. Maybe it’s a big smile greeting them at the door. Or, a hug when they’ve had a hard day.

 

These are all ways we demonstrate our love. But, what happens when our schedules get busier and we spend less and less time at home. Over a prolonged period of time, exhaustion and distance start to creep in. Many times resentment comes into play and the love starts to disappear.

 

Ultimately, neglect rears it’s ugly head and at this point in a relationship you either break-up, continue to be in neglect / denial, or you communicate and recommit to those top four qualities.

 

So, what does all of this have to do with your body?

 

I want you to consider cultivating a loving relationship with her.

 

Here are three ways to do just that:

 

1. Touch Your Body

Say what? Yes. Place your loving hands on the parts of your body you dislike the most and tell those parts you are sorry. Did you know studies have indicated that withholding affection is a form of abuse? You wouldn’t withhold a hug from your child. Why withhold it from your body?

 

2. Compliment Your Body

Tell her out loud what you like about her. For example, “Body, I love your strong legs and the way you carry me throughout my day.” “Body, I so appreciate the gift of breath you offer me.” This is a concept I explore more in bodyheart bootcamp, but for now just know it’s the easiest way to begin dialoguing with your body. Identifying your body as a ‘she’ and having her own wants is a wonderful way to create space for neutrality, so that you may provide love and healing more fully.

 

3. Take the ‘I’m Willing’ Pledge

The ‘I’m Willing’ Pledge asks that you commit to being kinder to your body this year and share one way you plan to do that. This is a powerful display of your intention. By sharing it publicly you are more likely to honor it.

Take the ‘I’m Willing’ Pledge for FREE at http://www.bodyheartbootcamp.com/commit-to-loving-your-body-in-2012/

 

These are just three ways to demonstrate love for your body. There are many many more. Feel free to share some of yours in the comments below.

 

Peace + Pleasure,
Amber

 

Amber Krzys is a coach, speaker, change-maker and dog lover! Her company, bodyheart, is devoted to liberating women from their body-punishment prison. The bodyheart programs, like bodyheart bootcamp, have helped hundreds of women deepen in accepting & loving their bodies. The bodyheart campaign is a movement for women (& men) demonstrating their enoughness.

Love Your Instincts

This is a guest post by the insanely cool, uber inspiring, alternative leadership advocate, Dave Ursillo.

 

Your instincts are a guiding light.

Photo by Shlomi Nissim

They manifest your natural goodness; a human nature that is loving and kind, which wishes to see everyone around you thrive and flourish. But why does it seem that understanding our instincts takes so much effort — even fight?

 

Because following our instincts requires self-trust.

 

If we do not trust ourselves, our instincts become subverted. From our fears and insecurities, walls and barriers are erected in our minds. We hesitate because we don’t want to make a mistake. Inner conflict arises. Turmoil takes over our heads. Confusion ensues.

 

What then do we do?

 

It’s no wonder why many people would rather make a decision based upon popular opinion than to make a tough decision that calls to them from within: it’s the perfect crutch that removes personal responsibility from making the decision ourselves, and pleases the wants and wills of everyone around us.

 

Let’s make a distinction here: it’s important make well-rounded decisions, and to not only act upon your individual opinion. We ought to assess every decision from multiple angles and perspectives; to search out advice and help from those who know more than us; to remember that what we decide impacts other people around us.

 

But making important decisions based only upon what others want us to do is never a reflection of what is best for ourselves.

 

No one is a better judge for how you should live but you. And living life according to how everyone else — or any one else — believes you should is a recipe for life-long regret.

 

Developing self-trust is, instead, a healthy remedy to avoid falling upon that crutch. And further, self-trust will help to hone your natural instincts and begin to depend upon this simple internal force to help you make routine decisions every day: in alignment with your core values, beliefs and desires — on behalf of yourself and everyone you care for.

 

Our instincts are that internal compass, providing us with guiding direction toward where we believe we ought to be heading — if we merely remember to look down into our palms and see where the needle is pointing.

 
 

We can never know for sure where we need to go. But developing trust for your instincts helps you create a method for hone your direction, turning decision-making into a wonderful opportunity to reconnect with your truest self.

 

So, how do we do it?

 

Here’s how I hone my instincts:

 

Step 1 – Self-Reflect on Your Instincts

Cultivate an awareness for your initial reactions and responses. What do your instincts seem to tell you? And, why? Does the decision at hand challenge your core beliefs, your values, your personal wishes? Better yet, list a handful of your most devout values — how you strive to live every day — and run the decision through each value to see how the decision then resonates.

 

Step 2 – Learn (Search, Ask, Observe)

Remember, we can’t make decisions based upon popular opinion because it’s a recipe for pure regret. But, we also need to be responsible in making decisions, especially those that will have a lasting impact on others. Shift your perspective and observe how the situation feels from another angle. Ask a trusted friend or mentor, “What would you do in this position?” (instead of “What should I do?”).

 

Step 3 – Hone Your Instincts (Or, Decide from Love)

When the time comes to make a decision, decide from a place of love. Your snap reactions will arise from either this natural place of love, or from a place of ego: how we’ve been trained to think in selfish terms that often conflict with our wants of simplicity, peace and happiness. Will your decision manifest love (selflessness, compassion, kindness, giving, forgiveness) or ego (anger, nonforgiveness, hatred, selfishness)?

 

You grow to love your instincts by ultimately making a decision from a place of love, not ego.

 

From a place of love, making decisions means rarely having anything to regret. Making decisions from ego often seem short-term beneficial, but ultimately do far more harm than good. The element that tips the scale in the favor of making decisions from love is self-trust.

 

Without self-trust to guide our instincts, we are bound to encounter regret after regret.

 

But with self-trust to guide you, your instincts become your devout friend: a reliable source of motivation; an unshakable, untouchable, undeniable presence within your core; a dance partner whose every step can lead you, if you’ll merely take your step to meet it.

 

Dave Ursillo is a writer, author and entrepreneur. His blog, DaveUrsillo.com, and his book, Lead Without Followers, teach men and women how to lead without followers in any walk of life by discovering a personal form of leadership.

Love Your Limits & Sail Past Them

This is a guest post by the rev-ed up reinvention rockstar, Share Ross.

 

When I was young I thought I’d live forever. I thought I was immortal. I had the feeling of infinity and beyond tattooed on my heart and lungs.

 

 

Then, at 19, after years of playing high school sports and moving my bass gear incorrectly I had my first back surgery. Enter vulnerability and thoughts of frailty and fear.

 

I was told I might never walk again.

 

The doctor said I might end up in a wheelchair for life. They warned me that I shouldn’t run… if indeed I was able to walk again. And as for playing bass onstage? That was a big question mark.

 

I felt very mortal + very scared.

 

My mom had to open doors for me. My dad came home for lunch everyday to help me learn to walk again. My friends stopped by to check up on me and see how I was getting along. Turns out, I was incredibly lucky. Not only was I able to walk again…

 

I grew a great big heap of understanding for what it’s like to feel truly vulnerable.

 

Within 3 months I was playing a gig again. Sure, I had to sit down and very carefully get my bass off the stand. Sure, somebody else had to move my gear and set it all up for me. But dammit, I was there. Playing. Onstage. Within six months, I was walking again and playing bass standing up onstage!

 

The result of all this hardship was a stronger determination to not let anything slow me down.

 

A couple of years later, my band got a gig in the Caribbean. Off we went for an adventure. Pina Coladas, snorkeling, learning to scuba dive. This was the life. While we were down there, I was given the irresistible offer of living on a 53 foot yacht, and sailing from Puerto Rico to Bermuda, and then on to New York. All I had to do was help out a little bit on the boat.

 

We set sail in late July. Now, if any of you know anything about weather in the Caribbean, then you know this was not exactly the best time to make this trip. But it was too late. We couldn’t put it off. At first, it was magical to be out at sea with no land in sight. Just the ocean in every direction.

 

We had no radio. It was our small crew of five and the big blue sea.

 

I had the midnight to 4 am watch to make sure we were on course. (We had auto pilot so it was easy peasy!) On the fourth night I was sitting on the deck singing to myself to stay awake. The wind started to pick up and I got nervous.

 

I wasn’t sure what to do or how serious it was but the waves got bigger and bigger. And bigger.

 

At about 3:30 am I woke up Captain Chris. He went up to have a look and ordered his First Mate on deck. They strapped in and ordered the rest of us to batten down the hatches and stay below deck. The storm lasted for hours. And hours. And hours. Water poured in. The waves were as high as 15 feet and I felt like I was in some horrid “Movie of the Week”… and that somehow, the whole thing was a surreal nightmare.

 

There was no one to call. Nowhere to turn for help. I had to trust our captain and hope he knew what the hell he was doing. Fortunately, he did. We survived the storm. My back was wrenched to hell again, but I was alive.

 

I had unexpectedly faced death. It changed me. Permanently.

 

I thought I was going to drown at sea and thought about all the things I wanted to do with my life. All the experiences I would miss. Death became my motivation. I knew I had to have another back operation. But this time, I was less scared. I was simply happy to be alive. 

 

Whenever I feel stuck or lost or confused or depressed, I remember the words of Mark Twain, “Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did.” Of course, I do not suggest you take ridiculous chances but whenever an opportunity presents itself, ask yourself:

 

“If I don’t do this will I regret it?” 

 

Your someday is TODAY. Go beyond your comfort zone and stretch yourself. Question your limits. You know in your heart what you want to be doing with your life. Listen to your deepest wishes. Listen to your truth. Your heart beats only for you.

 

If you were magically transported to an older version of yourself, what advice would you give yourself to ensure you live your life to the fullest?

 

Sail the big ocean of life with gusto and guts. It’s all yours. Today belongs to you.

 

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*The rest of the quote is ironically enough in reference to being on a boat! – “So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” 

 

Share Ross is a Speaker, Video Coach, and Speakers Coach. Share uses her past experiences as a rockstar bassist in the platinum all femme band Vixen. She is an adventurer, Punk Knits author and rocks out by guiding you on the adventure that is your life. You can connect with her on twitter @shareross.

Love Your Vision

This guest post is written by photographer + designer, Jeffrey Shipley, the visual genius behind Deeper Ground.

 

Photo by J. Shipley

 

Seeing. Truly seeing.

 

When I was a wee lad, I used to sit in the front row of desks in the classroom lined with cheesy educational posters. I’d squint to make sense of the numbers chalked on the board as my math teacher wildly spewed out such things as “the square root of nine is three and if you multiply a by b and then divide it by c then…blah, blah, blah.”

 

I’d like to think I sat within spitting distance of Mr. Messinger solely because I was the curious and over-achiever type of student who would promptly respond to the his questions with accuracy and vigor putting all the other kids to shame and who would stay after class to discuss next week’s assignment.

 

And while this may have been the case in some regard–just maybe–and as much as I may have wanted to sit in the back with the cool kids–the rebels, the popular ones–

 

The real truth of the matter was that I couldn’t see the chalkboard unless I sat as close to it as possible.

 

For quite some time, I thought nothing of it and didn’t realize that per chance there was a solution to this lack of clarity, and that perhaps it was possible for me see the board (and world) differently.

Needless to say, I didn’t exactly have 20/20 vision, and I desperately needed glasses. And let me tell you, the first few pairs were AWESOME.

 

I was so cool back then… a real trendsetter in my Harry-Potter-esque frames and my over-sized jeans and hoodies. I made the fellas jealous for sure. Ha.

 

I remember that transition quite vividly. You know, the whole “OMG! Is that what leaves actually look like?!” moment…

 

…where what was once terribly blurry comes into sharp focus and you begin to see things that you’d not noticed before – and when an appreciation for the details in the world around you starts swelling up like a balloon and you find yourself mesmerized by the simplest things in life.

Photo by J. Shipley

A well-ordered world

 

Yes, I remember that feeling when the world began to take on a new meaning to my young self, and I think it was in those first moments of seeing clearly that I began to cultivate an uncanny curiosity and love for seeing and for how things looked.

 

I was that kid. The one who made custom subject folder covers with corresponding clip art and of course, fonts, each subject assigned to it a particular color. The days at Crowley Christian School ensured that English would forever be denoted by the color red, science blue, social studies green and math yellow. It was a well-ordered world let me assure you.

 

Photo by J. Shipley

I was the one who would help my mother decorate the Christmas sugar cookies, copying her technique and aesthetic with precision. Anytime a party was in order, I would lend my hand (and eye) to adorn the ceiling with carefully twisted streamers ensuring each one was turned-over the same number of times as the next.

 
And if someone else did the twisting and miscounted her turns, I would notice immediately and take it upon myself to correct the mistake. I was quite obnoxious I imagine. (And perhaps still am to some).

 

I can’t tell you how many times someone would say to me “It’s fine, Jeffrey. Let it be!”

 

And so, I would let it be. For the time being anyhow, and then I would likely sneak in an adjustment or two when no one was watching. Because for me, fine wasn’t good enough. Why would that suffice when it could be perfect?

 

Yet all the while, I would feel silly for being so particular and meticulous or for having an opinion about how the table was set or how the ornaments hung on the tree. I used to keep it all hush-hush and only let my creative, designer self run amuck in the presence of Granma or Mom and channeled my penchant for aesthetics into building model cars and forts and playing with Legos and Erectors sets.

 

And while I did enjoy my “boyish” playtime on some level, I always secretly wanted to be cross-stitching alongside my mom or making hot Shipley rolls with Granma and leave the rest to the other boys. I think perhaps I subconsciously buried my artistic self in high school because it seemed so out there and impractical to me. I busied myself with science and math and purposed to become a doctor. Because that’s what smart, driven boys did, and it was the surefire path to success. But little did I know, I was purposed for something else.

 

Seeing myself as an artist

 

It wasn’t until my sophomore year in college that I let my artistic self out of the proverbial cage and began to imagine a life where I could care about how things looked.

Photo by J. Shipley

Once I began to pursue and live out this dream, I soon realized that this proclivity to create and to see was real, valuable and awesome, and that I could very well be the artist I’d always wanted to be.

 

I finally embraced my identity was an artist and began to allow myself to see (and to interpret) the world in a way all my own, and further, I began to share that with people.

 

As, I’ve matured, I’ve taken the stance that my particularities inform my vision, my art, my aesthetic, and that it is this combined with my life-perspective and experiences that have made me the artist I am today.

 

What I notice and how I notice, and then, how I respond is what makes my creative process and voice all my own.

 

Photo by J. Shipley


 

I’ve come to appreciate how I see things.

 

I’ve embraced the reality that my perspective and my vision…

 

a) make me who I am

 

b) make me like no one else.

 
 

Loving my vision

Loving my vision and all that comes with it is a work in progress. This is one of the reasons I love it so much. It changes. It matures. It evolves. Along the way, I find myself becoming a truer, more authentic version of myself and, well, I find this to be my happiest place on Earth. Bam!

 

This lesson has been one of the most profound in my life because it’s so deeply connected to identity. All too often I’ve found myself falling prey to the temptation to deny aspects of my identity and to conform to a prescribed set of rules and expectations. Many of said rules and expectations are self-fabricated and self-induced.

I combat this destructive habit and give myself permission to be just as I am and to sink even deeper into the various aspects of my identity.

 

Photo by J. Shipley

Do you ever find yourself denying the most dynamic, genius aspects of yourself for one reason or another? Why?

How can you give yourself permission to share this hidden side of yourself?

Or perhaps is it that you’re not actively hiding something but simply ignoring and not tending to your most powerful self?

In what ways can you care for your whole self better?

 

I know, I know, it’s hard work my friends. I also know that it’s essential and life-giving work and that in the end, you’ll find that your dreams are somehow taking root in a beautiful and exciting reality.

 

Jeffrey Shipley is a photographer, designer and lover of all things modern, stylish and pretty. He gets excited about fro-yo and HGTV and is becoming increasingly fond of the mid-century modern aesthetic. You can learn more about him and read about his recent artistic wanderings and musings on his blog: www.jshipleyblog.com.

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