How Can I Be Happy
Also? St. Brigid's Day, Candlemas, Groundhog Day, and probably a whole swack of other celebrations designed to lift our eyes to the light in the dark time of the solar cycle (in the north). It's one of my favourite days of the year!
Last week I read “The Big Leap” by Gay Hendricks and one of the ideas that has grabbed me is Einstein Time.
Without going too far into quantum physics (because I want you all to stay awake!), one of Einstein’s ground-breaking ideas was the Theory of Relativity – the idea that, as the observer, I determine reality, including time. Hendricks has taken this idea and turned it into an easy way to understand ‘flow-time’ or why sometimes it takes *forever* for something to happen.
At my luxury retreat at Ste. Anne's Spa last weekend I delivered a rant something along these lines to the women attending:
"What the f**k is wrong with us?!
All day last Tuesday I was working on the manuals for my luxury retreat at Ste. Anne’s (http://www.sacredphysicality.com/ste-annes) for this weekend past and I got them to this point where they were… almost ready. I knew that there was something else that needed to happen so I decided to sleep on it.
I made a huge mistake!
I listened to my husband.
Here's how it all went down:
What does it mean to be depressed? Is it okay?
I'll be honest, my heart has been raked open by the hurt and depression that I've encountered this holiday season. Never before have I felt the rawness that is all around me in such an overwhelming way. It doesn’t seem to matter which direction I face, depression is looking back at me from the eyes of my friends, clients, and even my own family.
There is a cycle that many of us fall into that I believe is officially called Repress-Express, but that I affectionately refer to as Repress-Explode, or Doormat-Raging Queen.
In Doormat mode, we take it, we don’t say ‘Boo!’ to anyone about anything and we just ‘take it’. When people irritate us, we are polite. When our boundaries are crossed, we are polite. When our dreams are disrespected, we are polite.
Social media is a weird and wild place and I find it all too easy to slump into what I call 'Facebook-itis' where I am comparing my life to the 'lives' of the fantabulous many that I follow and am friends with. What can be all too easy for me to forget is that I am comparing my real life to their highlight reel.
What pulls at the strings of your heart? What longing are you holding on to that is calling our for release. To be thrown into the wind with as much passion and volume as you can muster from deep within in yourself? To allow it to be carried away on that wind to become part of the Divine plan?