Instead what comes to mind is the image of the bond between Fathers and Daughters. Like super glue holding parts of a child’s toy in one functioning, running, operating piece, intersected to share one purpose: To please.

For most Fathers – and I know I’m generalizing hugely – the bond is one of sacrificing. Even if it’s at all stakes, a Father places his precious Daughter on a pedestal with the sole goal of protecting her, often at all costs to the last breath. No matter what a Daughter may do – and sometimes we do crazy things! – the one thing she can most likely rely on is the unending unconditional devotion of her Father.

For most Daughters – and my leap into assumptions is just as enormous here – the bond is one of fulfilling dreams. Sure, the dreams are of her own, but often they reflect an undercurrent of the desires a Father has for his Daughter. Subtly or overtly. Maybe it’s for a ‘good match’ in a partner, maybe joy as a parent herself, maybe a prominent career, maybe solid financial stability, or maybe all this and then some. So often, Fathers plant the mere possibility to dream in the hearts of a Daughter, nurturing her until the moment she takes flight…and onwards. And for that mentoring, Fathers earn their own pedestals, ones of admiration…and if one’s fortunate, of heart-felt respect.

And the odd thing: despite giving birth to Daughters, Mothers don’t trespass on this bond. They can’t. They hold their own treasured bond to Daughters, but it is distinctly not this bond. So differently, Mothers and Daughters hold onto judgments toward each other, and while unconditional in their own ways, pedestals hang lower and tend to sag to one side waiting for a slip, a fall. Maybe that’s where Mothers and Sons fill a void – but that’s for another article.

So what happens when a Father’s pedestal is empty?

Twenty years ago today my Father’s pedestal was vacated. His body left this earth, but he left a haunting space in his wake. In his Daughter’s heart. For that’s where his pedestal always was…and remains.

My Father lives on in me: as the anchor of my beliefs, as the filter of my values, in the turning of my phrases, in the sound of my laugh, and with each time I talk with my hands – and WOW, do I talk with my hands A LOT! Maybe that’s where the bond really lives: in what lives on from Father to Daughter…to a legacy preserved with continuing the living.

What keeps prodding me is that while I’ve missed my Father for all that time – and what I wouldn’t give for one last bear-hug and a word of goodbye – I think of my Father now, all these years later, more than I ever did when he was alive. MORE THAN. Oh yah, the deep regret of that inner thought! Totally true and filled with guilt. When my Father was alive, he was here, and as a Daughter who blindly assumed her pedestal-dancing Father was immortal, I must have thought he always would be – I must have?? Because I let time pass by…until time was gone for being with him. In a moment it unexpectedly vanished.

I didn’t recognise the prize before my eyes. I took his devotion for granted and let a ticking clock run out on it. Somehow I disappointed myself…and him. To think of my Father ‘more often’ now saddens me. Backwards maybe, but true.

‘Being with’ my Father was replaced by ‘thinking about’ him. And now, since all I have is thinking about him, that’s what fills his pedestal: memories. Far more than when he was living, my Father fills my thoughts. I hold him captive in my missing.

The last time I heard my Father’s words was twenty years ago, but every one of them echoes through me like he’s still uttering whispers cheering me on to my dreams. I’m haunted by his cheerleading from the beyond…from a not-so empty pedestal.

To my Father…from this Daughter, thank you for making dreaming possible and for continuing to be my biggest cheerleader. XO

I’m not meaning the kind of organizational, task-oriented Mission that many businesses follow, but rather one based on your deep personal values and principles: your own constitution, manifesto, commandment, or motto. Applying your Mission like a filter, you can then pass all major ideas, decisions, planning, etc. through a lens of your highest serving values, supporting you to focus on what is most important and reducing sparkly distractions.

If you are like many people I chat with, clarity and balance often get lost when you’re overwhelmed with so much information, heavy decisions, diverse agendas, inter-personal politics, urgent timelines, multiple demands, and the like. Empowering a Mission Statement can serve as your guiding compass, and in turn assist you to honour yourself when overwhelm lands with a thud.

The super bonus to a personal Mission Statement is its help in moments when you feel you’re drowning in heavy emotions. As a wave of emotions rises, a Mission can diminish the push and pull action that can fill your heart and overflow into consuming your life. Your Mission can ease the flow and weight of challenging emotions, and more so the potential negative affects they take in your life. A Mission can be a ‘pause button,’ creating breathing space for heart-felt, conscious decisions.

What would your personal Mission be? As you consider possibilities, here are a few tips:

• Identify Overarching Principles: What values do you want to guide your activities of the coming year?
• Pay Attention to Words: What words make your heart sing? What inspirational quotes have special meaning to you? What words repeat in your ear?
• KISS (Keep It Simple, Star!): Which principles are most vital to you? Which ones do you prioritize? Which ones are in your Top 5 or 10? To help review your Mission Statements easily daily, keep your list short and snappy – let them roll of your tongue!
• Personalize Them Without Judgment: What are you about – your strengths, your interests, your goals, your joys…? Be true to you, free of comparisons to others and self-judgment.
• Vision Broadly: What do you value as your focus in your ‘daily living of life?’ What bigger dreams expand you? Balance both small and big opportunities for your growth.

As you venture into creating your own personal Mission, please play until the ideal wording hums off your lips – do not compromise: your Mission is your heart’s guide.

If you wish some ideas as a foundation to hone your own magical Mission: There is only love. Embrace process. Let ‘it’ go. Do ‘it’ now. Be authentic. Follow my heart. Trust my intuition. Live in the moment. Forgive. Be grateful….

KISS!

I’d love to hear your Mission insights. Please email or Facebook your wordsmithing brilliance and/or your sticking points. Share your mission wisdom!

How come? I believe it’s because of the giant ‘should’ attached to most resolutions. Often we select a resolution based on what we think we ‘need to’ do, or what we’ve been told will be good for us. We pick resolutions with our heads, more than our hearts. Where’s the passion in that? No wonder we drop them!

Add to this…very often resolutions focus on bringing greater happiness into our world – it’s what we each ‘want’ above all else: Happiness. Whether we think it’ll come with better diet, more exercise, closer friendships, new hobbies or the like, we somehow lack contentment, so we seek a bigger sense of joy. Only what we’re aiming for is a magic potion to unlock our inner joy overnight. When we realize it takes consistent dedication, we slowly (or haltingly) resolve ourselves to our current level of (un)happiness. We turtle!

Stuck with neither ‘need’ nor ‘want’ sparking fabulous results, let’s reframe resolutions with a fresh hook of inspiration: the Word-of-the-Year…or more appropriately YOUR Word-of-the-Year. Yup, with a single word, you can shift your life!

Why a single word? By having a single concise word at the ready, you can easily and effortlessly remind yourself of your intention in any given moment. The theme becomes so top-of-mind that it lives on the tip-of-your-tongue. With a single thought or utterance, you re-align with the intention the word holds for you: it re-ignites you.

Plus, you can let go of a long list of resolutions – a.k.a. nagging ‘shoulds’ – which could be the biggest blessing of all! With resolutions its about you coming up with what you ‘think’ you need to do. But with your Word-of-the-Year, you simply invite a theme into your life generally. You aren’t in charge of the ‘how’!

Can it be that easy? Well, your intentional word expresses a heart-based sense of your big ‘why’ of life. It challenges you to dig deep and discern your heart’s desire. It calls on you to check-in with your alignment and observe the blocks to your life lessons. It provides amazing clarity to your best version of yourself. It reminds you that greater happiness is closer than a dream.

But what word?? Well, my examples may help inspire you.

In 2010, my word-of-the-year was ‘Blossoming’: I expanded my practice with several key new tools/techniques, reframed my business, travelled tons for courses and for pleasure, began writing articles, refocused my biz networking, facilitated more workshops at diverse locations, uttered the words: “One day I’ll write a book,” etc.

In 2011, my word was ‘Connection’: I ventured forward into the techi-age with a new website and blog, started my social media adventure, met amazing fellow biz gals, started teaching and focused on biz coaching, wrote and published a book, etc.

In 2012, my word was ‘Focus’: After years of expanding forward, I found my current calling – the voice of overwhelm freedom! My aim was to regroup and stay balanced, free of distractions and diversions. My awareness filtered and zeroed in on serving my vision, my clients, and my community. My attention was dedicated to freeing YOUR overwhelm!

In 2013, my word was ‘Healing’: Interestingly, I didn’t start with that theme, but early in the year I was in a car accident, which quickly had me on my knees – well, my back actually! – and switching my focus. Launching into a big growth time, instead I stumbled. Yet, it was just what I needed (without knowing it): the opportunity to heal, on many levels.

In 2014, my word is ‘Compassion’: With many years of dedicated growth and service, I welcome some softening. Now’s time to walk my talk of self-care more fully! Mind you, not at anyone else’s expense, so it’ll require a delicate balance of decision-making that supports me and those I love…including you!

Just like for me, your word will manifest amazing opportunities in your life. May I suggest using your journal to help you get clear and to narrow your words to the prize winner:

• What are you dedicated to this year?
• What do you want to move toward?
• What can you let go of in order to make your word your priority?
• How will you serve the world in 2014?
• How will your word serve you?
• What one word inspires you for 2014?

Need some support in visioning your Word-of-the-Year and your best 2014? Feel free to get in touch. I’d be honoured to support you in magically manifesting your rockin’ theme!

And please share your Word-of-the-Year with others in our community. Inspire us!

Some days it can feel like Social Media is running you, not the other way around. Juggling techi devices by jumping from Smart Phone to tablet to laptop and back again in an endless cycle to stay connected can run you ragged. When you feel more like a computer pro or a Social Media analyst (unless that is your biz!), it takes time away from what you really love to do – what your business is actually about. Sure, Social Media is a valuable business tool, but ask yourself….

How is Social Media serving you? Not only in your business but in your personal life? Consider: If social media is a vice, does it serve you…or do you serve it?

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[The full post at Entrepreneur Mom Now on February 7, 2013]

If you could chose ONLY eight – yes, 8 – people to dine with you, who would they be? Who are the most awe inspiring, wise and/or humorous peeps you’d like to join you for yummy food, sparkling conversation and rounds of laughter?

You may consider possible political leaders, sports figures, ‘creatives’ (actors, singers, artists, writers), humanitarians, TV personalities…gurus of any sort. They may be personal teachers of yours, or role models you look up to. Or they may be people you know personally, including family members, friends, neighbours, community members, pets and the like.

In some way, each one you consider will have touched your heart. You likely feel great gratitude toward them for some reason. You respect them in some way. They reflect your values of daily life and/or your vision for the world. Only which ones hold an honoured seat at your dinner table?

Try this tip for narrowing your list: Who would you ask to share in this blessing?

Today may there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.

For all the people you consider inviting, hold a special place of gratitude in your heart. For those you do not know, send a little wish-filled prayer. For those you do know, find ways to authentically connect with each one in the coming weeks, letting them feel your gratitude.

One final vital question: What dessert will you serve?  ; )

Wishing you a friend-filled, family-fun, hassle-free, no ‘shoulds’ attached holiday season with all the peeps who you invite!

P.S. Why am I suggesting you invite ONLY 8 people? Because an arbitrary number is needed for narrowing your list…and because there are 8 place settings in the image above!

Recently, several peeps close to me have gone through some wicked hard times. Relationships breakdowns, unexpected career shifts, and health issues seem to be an overwhelming theme for many. Add to this the endless TV news of huge disasters impacting millions of people we don’t know personally.

Dare to tell anyone of these peeps to ‘count your blessing’, and the evil eye may target you! So often ‘count your blessings’ can be easily, off-handedly, and even flippantly said that it lacks the sincere message of support and concern you may deeply share. Sometimes it obvious when we’re stuck in a tough situation, and other times we silently keep our hard place to ourselves. We may stand stoically or melt with a whisper. At all times, we are doing the best we can with where we are and what we know. But can we always be grateful?

One of the greatest tools at our disposal when we find ourselves in hard times – expectedly or unexpectedly – is gratitude. Only where do you find blessings under a hay stack from hell? Sure, for some it may be easy to ‘see the bright side of life’…humming a tune of gratitude no matter the situation. Maybe you’ve grown your gratitude muscle from a regular gratitude practice. For others, gratitude may be visited rarely, if ever. Wherever you’re at, you’ll respond as you choose to in the midst of a tough situation.

Only the coach in me hopes to inspire some Boy Scout preparedness!

Here’s my tip: Make your list a head of time. In fact, the next time you find yourself humming along in life, take a few minutes to write down what you are grateful for. Don’t just think the grateful thoughts…write them: use a journal, type up a document, creatively design a beautiful note, or add an affirmation to your smartphone.

Because here’s the catch: It can be super overwhelming as you’re drowning in a blinding flow of dread to try to find that needle of sunlight in your life. Opening a journal, clicking on a computer file, scanning your bulletin board, or surfing your smartphone for a list of things you were once grateful for may be the nudge you need to count your blessings once again. Do the work ahead of time, so that when the heaviness hits you have your gratitude ready to respond. All it takes is a few key messages of gratitude to kick start you to count your blessings, even when you’re still living under the hay stack from hell.

Smile with joy when the blessings you pre-prepared shift, lift, or lighten your dark hours. Welcome gratitude for your preparedness – it’s a blessing itself!

Time to get your gratitude on – Count your blessings!

I am grateful for…

My life is blessed by…

Light shines on me because…

Sharing a world-beyond-words, Samsara is a breath-takingly film (much like its earlier sibling, Baraka) that circles the world, exploring and expressing the sights and sounds of the human condition in silent majesty. The haunting music is the only narrator as the wonders of the world are viewed through nature and humankind’s reality of chaos and harmony. Weaving together peace and savagery, Samsara highlights the delicate nature of the earth’s inhabitants.

Samsara movie monks

Filmed over five years and in twenty-five countries, Samsara transports the movie goer to sacred grounds, disaster zones, industrial sites, and natural wonders, encouraging inner interpretations inspired by images that infuse the ancient with the modern. Serving like a guided meditation, Samsara’s powerful (at times very raw and bleak) imagery illuminates the links between humanity and nature, showing how our life cycle mirrors the rhythm of the planet.

Samsara is a Sanskrit word that means “the ever turning wheel of life.” The film’s common theme depicts a repetitive cycle of birth, life, death and rebirth, a natural continuous flow of creation, evolution and destruction in life. It’s as if the filmmakers are searching for the elusive current of interconnection that runs through our lives.

Samsara movie hadj

Weeks after seeing the film, the theme of connection continues to reverberate through my movie mind. Not a happy go-lucky movie, Samsara awakened and challenged some of my senses and sensabilities, sobering me to the reality of how we as humans interconnect, and how we as inhabitants interconnect with nature – as in Samsara, it’s not always a pretty sight.

How does interconnection touch your world? In what ways does it impact your life? How about some juicy questions to spark your movie mind:

• What does connection actually mean to you and how does it play out in your life?
• How do you view and nurture (or not) connection to yourself? To others? How do you choose your connection?
• Do you believe that we are all connected (humans, animals, plants, the planet, and on up to include the whole universe)? Or do you have a different point of view?
• If you believe we are all connected, then what responsibility do we have to be conscious and intentional around this? With ourselves? With other humans? With animals, plants, objects, etc.…?
• If you believe we are NOT all connected at some level, then how does that impact your participation with others (and other things) on the planet?

Love to hear your juicy connection thoughts as they ripple through your movie mind!

If you wish to check out Samsara (or it’s predecessor, Baraka), go to: http://barakasamsara.com

Our prepping to go away to a Pacific west coast resort began months earlier with making the booking. Only it was three days before we left when the roots of ‘I told you so’ took seed. Yes – jaw-drop! – my hubby actually asked me what to pack for our mini-‘vacay.’

Having played the ‘I told you so’ game like a pro for nearly two decades with my husband, I’d stopped offering up wardrobe wisdom after our ‘cutlery’ anniversary – I was tired of cutting my tongue. So, instead I held my tongue and quietly packed my own bags.

That’s when he started asking…well, teasing really. Seems my seven – yes, I counted! – conversations that directly and indirectly related to the weather, geography and activities fell on deaf ears – selectively, that is!

When my fully packed suitcase and extra bag for the drive were sitting at the door ready to go, he joked. When we travelled for a day in beautiful Indian summer sunshine, he teased. When we arrived to a cutting wind whipping through a thick blanket of fog, he fell silent.

Slight panic rippled up my husband’s arms as the mist landed in large droplets of heaviness from the fir trees above as the wind whistled past his ears. He didn’t dare mention my bags again. He knew an ‘I told you so’ awaited. All my words of wisdom from days before suddenly all landed at once. Thud!

Opening our cabin door and beginning to settle in faster than usual, my husband heaved his bag onto the bed. T-shirts went flying. Digging deep to find the smile he’d lost in the cold damp fog, he triumphantly glimmered as he silently hoisted a single black long-sleeve T-shirt above his head. Holding it proudly like a flag, my husband pre-emptively declared: ‘See I listened to you – I brought a sweater. I told you so!’

Serves me right that my husband drives me crazy!

Thank God for ‘PVRing’ and ‘TEVOing’ – words soon to be added to English dictionaries! With so many evenings and weekends spent out networking, relaxing and playing, it’s a treasure to record key shows, sports events and the like, knowing they can be enjoyed later when time allows.

So when the final episode of the final season of ‘In Plain Sight’ was scheduled, my PVR was immediately set – it was my final date with some of my fave fake peeps.

While the topic of the show isn’t my first go-to interest, it’s the sassy interactions that hooked me. Sure, it’s well acted, but what I truly LOVE is the banter – it’s got fast-paced quick whit with intelligent lingo balanced with street gab. Bouncing between endearments and sarcasm, a fabulous chemistry of characters, sexual tension, and a true sense of friendship illustrated values I relate to including loyalty, camaraderie, feminine empowerment, and service to others.

What was special about the final final final show? For me, it was lessons learned in the final moments. Throughout the whole series a childhood story was woven with the final episodes focused on the main character, Mary’s, childhood memories and feelings of abandonment after her father ran out on the family when she was a young girl. Upon his death, Mary was released to address the past and move forward with a fresh start – for the viewer the thread of a key story was pulled. As she scattered his ashes, the tears rolled down my cheeks. I knew that moment from my own life, and through a TV show a familiar wound re-opened. Time to do more inner work! Starting this time with where I am now in my relationship and loss of my own father.

With the show signing off, thank you! Thank you for your humour and intelligence, wounded-ness and personal healing, relationship celebration and readiness to move on. Thank you for bringing me closer to my own healing process through laughter, and as the credits rolled, with tears. Who says TV isn’t impactful!?

I may date myself, but it brings on a sad sense of past TV grief as my TV maturity evolved: as a child, waving goodbye to Mr. Rogers; as a pre-teen, The Love Boat’s last sailing; in college, the West Wing being elected off the air; as a Brit-loving gal, Eastenders showing delayed episodes from 2-years ago; and now, In Plain Sight. While not a world catastrophe, it’s still a lost legacy of another TV era…and a sign of time passing.

Do you recall the feeling of your fave things being lost? Was it a lipstick colour discontinued, a beloved colour from last season’s fashions vanished, a delicious yummy ice cream flavour melted away…? So what’s your fave TV show that’s no longer running? What makes it special in your memory? Love to share our TV notes!

So when my wrist fell victim to my overuse this week, I had no one to hold responsible but me. It was my own focused energy that drove me to overdo it with cleaning, organizing, lifting, hoisting, heaving, and the like. No wonder by mid-week by left hand gave me the finger!

Of course, my dear hubby finds it the perfect opportunity to blast my new hobby of knitting. Having taken up the needles only a few months ago and diving in enthusiastically with all 10 fingers, he figures it’s the downfall of my hands – ‘It’s ALL that knitting!’ It’s not really surprising given my pattern of overwhelm as I step up fully, either with both feet (or both hands!) first into any activity. Sorry to disappoint him, but needles have strengthened my wrists, increased my hand agility, and brought joy to my heart with each click clack!

Blessed with a refreshed appreciation for all the ways my limbs serve my quality of life, I understand at a far deeper level the challenges my beloved friend lives with, having had a stroke last summer while young and super active. Learning yesterday that another friend in the prime of her life had a stroke this summer grounds the lesson limbs offer: Love us while we work and be patient when we don’t!

Splinted and bandaged, my wee wrist salutes all who live with limited mobility, slower fingers, and joint aches and pains. Please be honoured by this one-handed blog post…each single letter typed at a time – URGGGGGGGH! Know that with each letter there was a silent thought: Thank God it wasn’t my right wrist – then I’d be really hooped!

Take the time to hug your limbs today!