The rain said to the Pitcher,
“Would you carry me to the garden,
my flowers are dying and need water?”
The Pitcher said to the rain, ” Oh, my,
um, now?, I mean, I haven’t rinsed out in
a while and, gosh, really?, I mean, there’s some
rust here at the bottom.. yuk.. I mean, could we
wait for a de- rusting… could do it next week…..?”
The rain was silent for a moment and looked at
the chattering, quaking Pitcher.
” You gotta be kidding me", said the rain.
“OK, lets start over. I said the flowers are dying
and need some water, would you please carry
me over there. NOT about you. Just get over here
and take some of me to where I am needed. NOW.”
The Pitcher stared at the rain. It thought and thought.
“Oh gosh, I mean, I just don’t think I look good enough
right now, and I had hoped to fix my broken handle, and
then there is that clog in my spout> Really! I just must
argue with you. I simply can’t “
The rain drew very quiet. and then it boomed. ” Get you
cold hard ass over here and take me in. Carry me to the flowers.
THEY ARE DYING. It is not about you. No one cares what you look
like.”
The Pitcher looked aghast. ” Wow. OK!! Fine! I’ll do it. Gosh!
Geez” it said as the rain filled it to fullness. ” Just wanted a
quick polish job before visiting with Flowers for goodness sake.
Can’t blame me for that.’ it mumbled as it walked full to the brim
with rain to the flower bed.

The flowers bowed their heads first as they were in need and then lifted them
in joy for relief of thirst. And all at once they sighed and said as one…. ” Oh what a beautiful
pitcher. “

Get it?
Go where you are asked. Show up where you are needed and leave your little considerations out of it.
Its not about you. It is about the joy, the love, the vision, the hope, the message that you can carry forward.

It is late.
I have been in attendance to the pain of a dear
friend.
We wept together tonight.
Her sobbing was falling glass.
We shared her loss of 22 years, We mourned
the breach of a deep intimacy, and suffered
the insult of a stunning betrayal. Tonight
shock gave way to the slow thaw of
understanding and acceptance.
It slowly dawns on us, what is happening. We come
back to life only to experience the pain.
What I come away with is the awareness that
we must spend our time coming to understand
our relationship to our Mothers and Fathers.
It all begins and ends there, no matter what we think.
The only responsible life path and the only hope
for happiness lies first in our ability to understand
who we are and what we need, and secondly, the
courage to communicate that knowledge honestly to others.
Not easy. Life’s work.

I sit here crying as I listen to Susan Boyle.
What is it that makes that voice so inspiring?
It isn’t the one singing.
It isn’t the circumstance.
It is the spirit lifted from within her.
It is that in her voice we hear her hope and all that she needs to meet it.
She brings God forth.
God being truth and beauty.
Her dreams are met in her absolute willingness to be- to be as one before us.
What courage.
What beauty.
Do you see?
Do you see how it doesn’t matter?… age, body, hair, none of it matters.
We do not see one another.
We feel each other.
And what we feel of her is beyond super model.
It is goddess.
She is truly a beauty.
She is truly a gift.
She has broken and lifted my heart at once.
I LOVE HER.
And she makes me feel understood in a moment in my life of striving.
Take note.
Take courage from her.
Take hope and take with you the knowledge that anything is possible at ANY TIME OF YOUR LIFE, if you believe, if YOU work toward your talent, and if YOU love you.
Go forth and conquer. You can do anything.
Take Susan Boyle with you.

I have been working on perfection. And coming
to understand the stress it places on me to try
to perfectly manage it all. I know I am not alone
and that many of us fight for the impossible every
day only to experience our own failure. We will
never be perfect. Perfect is a static condition.
It has no life in it, and we are wonderfully living,
breathing, hard working, generously giving, richly
dreaming, open, creative, loving, brilliantly
flawed women. We will no longer waste our time
on the big bore of perfection. We are perfectly
imperfect. and for today we will do only what
we need to be happy. Let us get it right for
ourselves for a change and let go of all the
requirements related to our labels: Mother,
friend, boss, employee, lover, girlfriend…
whatever. For today, just human being.
Here to have a nice day.

I have been in a condition of soul silence.
Soul silence is when you are quiet internally
out of a need to sort things out.
I want to be on the phone a little less, to write a bit more,
to walk in the dark of the night and to spend time on profound
concepts.
I am on truth. And the gift of truth in relationship.
So cancerous it is to lie in relationship- to lie
about one’s feelings. You are angry but you can’t
tell the other. You are hurt, but you don’t want to say
anything. You are resentful but you don’t want to make
waves and finally you pack your bags, you yell some angry
words over your shoulder and you leave.
The other is left baffled. They loved you. They thought you
were happy. They were left in the dark all along as to your
true feelings because you wore a mask. You were not honest.
You never really loved them, trusted them or felt that they accepted
you. And so you hid your true self- your emotional self from them
until you could no longer, and finally you left.
How wasteful and sad.
Give your relationships your honesty. If you aren’t doing that you don’t
actually have a relationship worth keeping.
Tell those you care about what you need, fear,
hope for, are inspired by, crave, hate, tell them…..who you are.
Let them have a chance to love you and to meet
your needs.
Relationships are like muscles. They grow if you work them out.