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The Nourished Home Blog
Every New Year, I choose a word of the year that I most desire to live by for the next 12 months. My word this year is JOY.
Well here's the message I received from the universe on joy after I proclaimed it as my word this past winter:
Universe: "If you want joy in a way you've never had it before, than you're going to get sadness in a way you've never had it before, too."
Me: "Wait, what? But I really just want joy, Universe! I've done sadness. I've been through the mess of life. I've paid my dues, haven't I? I simply want to be present to joy. Is that too much to ask?"
Have you ever felt stuck or been struggling with something in your life when common advice like "move on," "just get over it," or "let bygones be bygones" all fall short of the healing you really need?
One brilliant way to get unstuck comes through understanding that you're not "broken" but that the stories and beliefs you're living by need to be revised.
From this place of liberated self-awareness you can re-write your story and create a more joyful and enlivened pathway forward in your relationships and life.
If you're noticing that your life or relationships are defined by struggle, there is a way to re-author all of this into something more empowered, authentic, and true to who you really are, and I'm so excited to share with you how.
I had a powerful call with the women in my Mama on a Mission Mastermind circle last week and I'm going to let you in on what we did.
We celebrated summer. We invited ourselves to feel deep gratitude for what is. We invited ourselves to be real about, with self-compassion, the challenges we face. From that space we got clear about two things so we can properly plan out our lives this coming fall.
I'm at once scared and determined to write these words to you. I told you last week that I believe the political is personal and what I'm sharing here is in devotion to my promise as a mother.
I'm actually on vacation with my family at a lake in Maine right now, and figured out how to create a personal hot spot on my smartphone so that I could get internet and send this message to you today. My calling is greater than my fear, dear women.
Before I share with you how I'm letting my conscience guide my vote at the presidential election this November, I want to connect in with you and where you stand.
I want to know what you're vision, hopes and dreams are for your community, your country, and your children's future.
What I'm sharing here may or may not sit well with you. But I want you to know that I share this with the deep intention of speaking up and taking a stand for safety, justice, and freedom for all. I share this in solidarity with all Mamas on a Mission (that includes you) because our voices, leadership and change work are so desperately needed.
As Cornel West says, "Never forget that justice is what love looks like in public."
And you can't separate the political from the personal. I believe that you and I are here to create a legacy of love and justice for our human family, from the private sphere of home to the public sphere of our communities.
Last week was truly transformational for me. I went on retreat with a dear circle of women in North Carolina. I left feeling more of who I truly am. More than this, I left our circle feeling into the power of what I and all women have to offer our world at this time in history.
On my way home I stopped in New York City to visit my in-laws and see Dolly Parton. My sister-in-law, Maeve, a tried and true Brooklynite, is obsessed with Dolly Parton. And Dolly was playing in the city. So the decision was made for me.
I thought I was going to watch Maeve watch Dolly. I thought it would be fun and sweet and hilarious. But let me tell you, Dolly brought me to CHURCH, and I’ll never be the same.
I cried here by the creek this morning in my beloved woods feeling so many emotions... From what I've been holding for my daughter, Flannery, and her complicated recovery since her accident three weeks ago, to the mass shooting in Orlando on Sunday, to the expanse of the truth that we have no control, and we can at once be filled with grief, anger, anxiety, love, joy, awe, and hope.
I can't tell you how many times I've held myself back from experiencing life, ever since I was a young adolescent, because I thought I was fat.
I can't tell you how many times I didn't put on that bathing suit and splash in the waves.
I can't tell you how many times I didn't get on stage to sing or speak because I thought I didn't "look the part."
I can't tell you how many times I missed out on opportunities I didn't even let myself think about because I felt safer hiding out unseen.
And then I birthed two girls into the world and my relationship with my body wasn't just about me anymore.
My relationship with my body was now a legacy -- A legacy that I would pass down to my children.
My six-year-old, Flannery, fell on the playground at school Tuesday morning and severely broke her elbow. She was rushed to the hospital by ambulance and Damian and I were told to meet her there.
As I drove to the hospital it felt like the ground wasn't beneath me. How was it that she was in an ambulance and neither of her parents were with her?
My Dad and I got to the hospital first. Time stood still as I waited for Flanny to arrive. And then I finally saw her sweet face. Her brave spirit. And that arm. My stomach turned.
We weren't designed to live, love, grow, and lead on our own. We humans are relational creatures.
Our deepest power, love, and knowing comes through being in community with each other.
Without community, without support, without being seen and heard in your deepest truths, you won't get far.
Yet when you circle up with other dynamic, devoted, diverse, and supportive women, you BECOME more of who you really are.