Two years and two weeks ago, the core of my (re)Discover Your Spark content was gifted to me by the Universe. Earlier this summer, I engaged two women to help me market this work to a larger audience. This time last week, I was waiting to launch my virtual, FREE 5-day (re)Discover Your Spark retreat, and now it’s all over. Isn’t time a funny thing? We spend so much of our lives waiting for something to start, the days and hours seeming to drag by. And then, when it finally happens, it flies by and is over in a flash. Let me share some of what I heard from people…
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UK spark lessons 🔥✨🔥
I was in the UK this past week with my dear friend Ellen, whom I met in one of the darkest moments of my life. We had planned this trip around a work event of hers in London. Of course, we had no way of knowing that the Queen would literally die the day I flew out or that we would be in Edinburgh and London on the same days that she was lying in state. That event certainly closed most of the streets but opened up doors to some incredibly interesting conversations with locals. In case you’re curious, Americans don’t have the market on feeling deeply and expressing loudly…
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Two parts of the same journey
We are here to create, to love, to learn, to grow, to share our gifts, and, very importantly, to experience joy. It’s not about getting to point B but “the journey,” as they say—and it sounds like a lie. But it is truer than we realize. What is point B anyway but number two in a long line of even more things? Yrsa Daley-Ward The How I’m a consistent re-reader of books that move me. I purposefully don’t have a lot of books in our home because I only keep those I know I’ll re-read multiple times. I have a system: I check out a book from the library, and…
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(re)Discover a candle to start an inferno
I looked around to take in the moment, to gather my wits about me and to recognize the enormity of what had just happened. I looked ahead to the field of trees that enclosed the beautiful French-style farmhouse where I was living, and I started moving toward it again.
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What are you chasing?
I'm of an age where I had a distinct life pre-Internet and social media. I've been on Facebook for 13 years, and that was simply because my son wanted to join. I felt like I needed the ability to monitor some of what he was doing and seeing there. I hesitantly dipped my toe in, and somewhere between that day and today, I've been fully submerged, to the point of drowning, in the tsunami that is social media.
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Four months, four massive projects and YOU
Over the course of the summer, we've nearly transformed the entirety of our house. The external changes are dramatic, useful and truly beautiful. The unseen work: ensuring we don't burn the house down, for example, is equally important but will never get the true recognition it deserves because what we didn't know and couldn't see wasn't there before is still true of what is there now.
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And what else?
What would your life look like if you got really, truly curious about it?
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Who do you think you are?
Struck by the perfection of the scene, I grabbed my phone and took one photo. Flowers from last night's dinner guests, a mug from a dear friend filled with Barry's Irish tea, my paper calendar, my all in one journal, scheduler and dream keeper, and the sun streaming in to bless it all.
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There she is…
I'm not "cured" because I don't know that we're ever cured of the traumas, big T or little t, that we encounter in our navigation of life, but I'm feeling much better about having opened the door and faced my fears. I know I have other things to uncover and work through, but it will never again be as scary as the first time. And I will never again enter in afraid that my problems are beyond fixing.
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When in doubt, embrace the stuck bits
After getting over my disappointment, I decided to serve the cake as I had planned it, and it was imperfectly perfect. Nobody complained that parts of the top were missing because the central point of the cake was in tact—the taste was glorious, and the ice cream and berries covered a lot of the missing sections. Its imperfections and ugly edges were irrelevant in the final presentation.
