Posts Tagged ‘beauty’

One thousand aaah’s : #1- second chances

Forgive me.

It’s been ages since I have written.
So very much has happened.

Jacob is now every bit a toddler. He’s charming and mischievous and full of love. The Bear has gone back to school to pursue a career in nursing. Our “new” old house finally feels like a homestead. It’s rough around the edges, dusty and cluttered, but warm and welcoming. No pictures on the walls yet. Maybe next year….

I left my job in February to begin my own design strategy consultancy. It was a hard decision, but I remain steadfast and open to what the future holds. I want a fresh start, a new page turning.

I have read that good things sometimes rise from ashes. In the forest, dense new growth often appears after a great fire. Sometimes it is sudden, sometimes it takes years, but the seedlings that spring forth seem intent on taking hold.

I feel that way right now. When I look out, I see promise where there was once was dark, dense undergrowth. I see blank space. Green, wet soil fortified by ash. What is to grow in this new open space?

It’s important for me to sit in gratitude. When I feel my most frightened or alone, I need to sit in my power and remember what I DO have.

I have decided to use this blog to make note of things worth cherishing. Perhaps it will hold meaning for YOU TOO. If you have a comment or something to add, I welcome your thoughts.

I’d like to get to ONE THOUSAND AHA’S. It starts with one:

1. SECOND CHANCES: The promise of unlocking one’s potential and living with mindfulness, passion and intent.

No day like today.


This one is for Betsy, who urged me to write again. Love you, sister.

Sending love…

I wanted to try to get a post in before my battery dies…

This is for YOU, yes YOU reading this. So often, we are overridden with complaints and bad news, but has someone told you that you look FABULOUS today ? That you are truly BEAUTIFUL!

(Yes, it’s true!)

I imagine there are many people who love you, even a handful or two that admire you. I am sure you are a sensational person with a lot of love and compassion in your heart. Maybe you’ve been through a rough patch lately, and really felt like you were being challenged…

Just know, that people (both seen and unseen) have their arms around you now, and will help support you through good times and bad. We are never truly alone.

I wish you happy, precious moments.

Bless you.


Shiny Face and Smiling Eyes

It’s funny, when you are pregnant, after NOT being pregnant for so long, you wonder if it can last? Will you be so blessed????

My belly is pretty big now…. I must admit,dear reader, that my belly was BIG to begin with! Meds and IVF seemed to have made it bigger. Now 3 months along, I look more like 5. But I have to tell you, it’s a beautiful, full busted, shiny face and smiling eyes kind of 5. My own personal fat seems to have swathed across my bump like icing on a cake. It’s definitely a different shape then when it was just me and my hamburgers, and I am wearing it proudly. I have to remind myself of this feeling, one year from now, when I will want to hide in my clothes again. No matter your shape, if you can own it with confidence, you own your beauty.

Off to a scheduled Dr.’s appointment. Nervous as always. Hopeful. Keep your fingers crossed……

Phenomenal Woman: a poem

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. 
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size 
But when I start to tell them, 
They think I’m telling lies. 
I say, 
It’s in the reach of my arms 
The span of my hips, 
The stride of my step, 
The curl of my lips. 
I’m a woman 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me. 

I walk into a room 
Just as cool as you please, 
And to a man, 
The fellows stand or 
Fall down on their knees. 
Then they swarm around me, 
A hive of honey bees. 
I say, 
It’s the fire in my eyes, 
And the flash of my teeth, 
The swing in my waist, 
And the joy in my feet. 
I’m a woman 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me. 

Men themselves have wondered 
What they see in me. 
They try so much 
But they can’t touch 
My inner mystery. 
When I try to show them 
They say they still can’t see. 
I say, 
It’s in the arch of my back, 
The sun of my smile, 
The ride of my breasts, 
The grace of my style. 
I’m a woman 

Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me. 

Now you understand 
Just why my head’s not bowed. 
I don’t shout or jump about 
Or have to talk real loud. 
When you see me passing 
It ought to make you proud. 
I say, 
It’s in the click of my heels, 
The bend of my hair, 
the palm of my hand, 
The need of my care, 
‘Cause I’m a woman 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me.

Maya Angelou