23 Things You Might Not Know About You

Psssst one more thing...



DOWNLOAD HERE:
23 Things You Might Not Know About You
(free eBook)

I am so honored to be part of this (FREE) eBook, put together by the beautiful-beautiful Lisa Baldwin of Zen at Play! Thank you so much Lisa, it's spectacular!! Gives you goosebumps, leaves you buzzing! I LOVE IT! GO! GO! GO!

Notes of encouragement, smartness & truth coming from myself &:

Alexandra Franzen. Chris Guillebeau. Chris Zydel. Danielle LaPorte. Darrah Parker. Dyana Valentine. Goddess Leonie. Fabeku Fatunmise. Heidi Fischbach. Hiro Boga. Jamie Ridler. Jen Louden. Julie Daley. Karen Maezen Miller. Kylie Springman. Leo Babauta. Marianne Elliott. Mark Silver. Susannah Conway. Tammy Strobel. Tara Gentile. Tara Sophia Mohr.

Give yourself a gift, go into the weekend soaring!

LOVING YOU!
xox

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Friday's Lovelies : 4.29.11

When I Think About Love by JoyHey

Awaken Your Soul’s Purpose : We are all here to shine, to emanate and to link to each other through our hearts, extending as a web of light and encircling our beautiful planet, like a shield of illuminated lifestreams.

Sound Shifts Stuff : Free Sacred Sound Download : I downloaded Fabeku's sacred sound Mp3 & loved it, I seriously felt lighter & brighter after listening to it, & then I downloaded his whole CD. I am a firm believer in energy work & this is excellence.

Saying Yes to Life : But I took a deep breath anyway…and I said Yes. And I really meant Yes this time. So I opened my whole heart and my whole soul to receive it. And Life Rushed In.

How to get a Sacred, Blessed, Soul-belly Full of Love : The change that you long for has nothing to do with the being across the table; nothing to do with what they say or do or how they spend their paycheck. It’s yours.

Promise #62: Get naked : Risk doesn’t care whether you’re skinny or fat. Risk doesn’t care whether you’re purple or green. Risk doesn’t care whether you eat hot dogs with mustard or ketchup on the end of a toothpick or a sterling silver fork. The only think risk cares about is the size of your balls.

Submit a Smile!



How to Suck the Marrow Out of Life:


The above video is by Bernardo Mendez of Your Great Life TV, if you haven't been to his site, hop on over NOW! Pure awesomeness! 50+ uplifting & beneficial videos! Greatness!



Beautiful blog posts inspired by my eCourse, Be Gentle, Be Love:

Tact: t=truth : What color paint covers pain? Maybe the pain bleeding through the pink front remained unrested in me. The pain persisted through the paint. Pain and Paint: contained the same letters. Except for one tiny letter "t" ... "t" for truth. (Speak the truth in love, Helen. What do you know to be true?)

Be Nice to Yourself : Confidence is the white horse I have chased my whole life.

Joyfulness : Hopefully as I work through these coming days, I can begin to water the dried-up love...

A Lifelong Challenge : When I am aware of my surroundings, of the weather, of people feelings, how each person gives something to the mechanism of my life, I feel sustained.





The above video is Dyamond, one of the lovelies taking my eCourse too, she kicked her ego in the face : how beautiful is she?! WOW! Loving you Dyamond!

Which brings me to : Do Something That Scares You : And then I smiled because I had finally done something I had always wanted to do; I had felt the fear & did it anyway; & despite my horrendous lack of expertise, I fucking pole danced!

Free Printable : Creative Chatterbox : loving this so much! We called them Cootie Catchers!

5 Kinds of Bloggers You Meet in The Blogosphere : SO. FUNNY. : Loving Mars' new project!

Nice Girls Rule 60-Day Challenge: Day 34 : Love yourself so much that you are so overflowing with love that it spills onto others.

Free eBook : Skill, Price, & Profit: The Best of Crafting an MBA : inspiration & motivation to grow your business!

Have You Had Enough? Raise Your Voice. : Dear souls... we each live aspiring for a greater good, a deeper spiritual practice and more harmonious way of placing our feet on the planet. As the nation’s conversation becomes increasingly unkind rational voices must be heard.


Never Give Up:

(found via Patti Digh)

Sending you love sweet love,
happy weekend, see you Monday!


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when your heart speaks, take good notes

Listen to your heart by Zoe Cusker Photography

None of us needs instruction in how to recognize what your heart is saying. We do need guidance, however, on how to have the courage to follow those feelings, since they will force us to change our lives in any case. But consider the consequences of not listening to the heart's guidance: depression, confusion, and the wretched feeling that we are not on our life's true path, but viewing it from a distance.
—
Caroline Myss




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Seven Souls One Musing : Volume 6

Seven Souls One Musing is a interview series where I ask 7 people to reflect on 1 theme. If you'd like to be involved in the future, send your full name, website address & twitter handle (if you have one) to : kindovermatterblog(at)gmail(dot)com : I will not be replying but I will file your email to ask you to contribute in the future! Thank you!

This week I asked 7 beautiful souls this question:

When you look back over the past month, what single moment stands out?

Jill Brown Things With Wings

My middle boy is 7. He’s sweet, affectionate, big and clumsy for his age, and like so many middle children, feels often overlooked. I was surprised and nervous that he wanted to try out for his school’s talent show. I never would have done that – I was too shy - too afraid I’d get laughed at. I waited to see if he’d forget about it, but he didn’t. First he thought he might sing, but he didn’t want to memorize. Then he thought he might do a dance, but couldn’t come up with a routine. He tried out a magic trick that left him discouraged. Every night he was in tears because he couldn’t figure out what his talent was. I realized that this wasn’t going to blow over. He was trying to find his THING. He was confident that there was something he was good at and he wasn’t afraid or nervous at all to put it out into the world. He just needed help to FIND that thing and I was standing in the way with my own fears and insecurities. I realized I needed to help him do this. So we came up with a joke routine. He tried out and was so excited and proud to make it in to next week’s show! I may still be a nervous wreck, but it's been worth it to give him that special attention and watch him shine!

Estrella Azul Life's a Stage

Around the beginning of April, one of my dearest friends emailed me stating she was worried about my week long headache and asking if I’d go to the doctor if it didn’t pass in a couple of days. I rarely have the luxury of ignoring the ‘No medicine’ rule I unfortunately need to follow. So I replied half serious, half kidding making sure she was aware of her asking that question from the person who is a master at silently suffering through most any kind of pain until there’s no other choice but taking medicine and going to the doctor’s. This is the single moment that popped into my head and stood out the most because through that one, simple question she asked - my friend lovingly caring and her genuine concern touched my heart in a more powerful way than I could ever express in mere words; even more so because she lives half way around the world so we can't be close physically, yet I still feel so close to her heart.

Kalyn Johnson Chandler Effie's Paper

The past month has been a whirlwind. I’ve been trying to balance my personal life, start a new business, maintain my current business and entertain out of town guests every other weekend. As anyone who’s started a new business knows, the process can be all consuming. In addition to kick-starting my stationery company, I have also been preparing to participate in the National Stationery Show in May. A few weeks ago some friends were in town visiting; they’re college friends of my husband’s, but in a short period of time they’ve become good friends of mine too. One afternoon over cocktails as we were catching up, my friend Davia announced that she was planning to come back to New York in May to help man my booth at the stationery show. You could’ve knocked me over with a feather. It was such a generous offer, an offer made without solicitation and an offer made by someone who’s only known me for a short period of time. Davia’s act of kindness is emblematic of what this new journey has been about for me. I am deeply grateful to her and the other friends and loved ones, new and old, who have believed in my vision and worked so hard to help make effie’s paper a reality.

Amanda Fall Persistent Green

Easter morning. Church. I’m surrounded by celebration. People sing, praise, clap. So why do I fight back tears? Not many know that I struggle with occasional social anxiety. Large crowds of strangers often send my heart into overdrive and my hands to shaking. But in that joyful, undulating congregation, a realization blows through me like soft breeze. The unknown people enveloping me? They aren’t strangers at all. I’m not the only one patching heart-cracks. Not the only one who cries, screams, dreams. Not the only one who fights fear with a battalion of joy. Not the only one who feels strong as rock one day and fragile as paper the next. Not the only one sending prayers heavenward like breath scattering dandelion seeds. Singing. Praising. Clapping. I look to my side, see my great aunt lift trembling hands to the music. Ahead, a little boy touches his mother’s hair. Across the aisle, a woman sees me and smiles. The world isn’t full of strangers. They’re family, just waiting to be known.

Nolwenn Petitbois Inner Voices

A few months ago, I discovered the Portland based artist Flora Bowley. I felt an instant connection with her artwork, I can say it was love at first sight. I was looking at her website and discovered that she teaches all over the World; it simply makes me happy to know that she shares her love for what she creates and that someday I may be able to attend one of her workshop. I emailed her to know if she was planning to come teaching in Vancouver (BC); the answer was «no» but with hope that if I could find enough people & a place, she could manage to come. After feeling rather sad, I decided to send a wish to the Universe, telling that I would really love to learn from her & would appreciate some gentle push to allow me to attend her workshop close to home. Then I forgot about it, just being confident that what was meant to happen will eventually happen. I kept in mind Paulo Coelho's quote saying «When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.» because I've already experiences this Truth. And then... the Magic simply happened ! Last week, Teesha Moore announced that she was looking for the teachers for ArtFest 2012, I suggested Flora and emailed her. She thanked me, & had a good news: a workshop was planned in Seattle! Sometimes, you just have to trust that the Universe (or God or however you call It) will assist you in the realization of your desire.

Bernardo Mendez Your Great Life TV

It was the first time I would have my one year old by myself at bedtime. My wife was attending a corporate event on a weekday night that she was unable to get out of. To be completely honest, I was scared out of my mind. My youngest one is quite passionate and has no trouble demonstrating in unrivaled ways when he’s pissed. Would he cry for an hour or more? Would I need to put to practice all my presence and patience? The night descended gently and as his time for bed arrived, something unexpected happened: he held on to me and softly laid his tiny head on my shoulder. No tears. No fuzziness. Pure surrender and unbounded love. With a melted heart I rocked back and forth. For the first time ever, unaided by a car ride or his mom’s breast, he fell profoundly, beautifully and unforgettably asleep in my arms.

Lettie McArthur For Giving Works Jewelry

It’s an absent thought – that’s what stands out as noticeable as I review the significant moments of April. The previous five months have been spent recovering from a deep wound inflicted by a close friend. It was a misunderstanding that provoked her to inflict such pain. I obsessed about it and cried about it and relived it over and over and over. I chose to privately forgive her and each month since has allowed for a little less obsessing and crying and a little more healing and growing and finally – this question was posed and it occurred to me that I have not thought about it in weeks! I am healed. It remains sad to have lost a friend to a misunderstanding but when I think of her now it is with love and thankfulness for the time we had together which was joyful and filled with laughter and smiles. I am wiser for the lessons learned from her – even the way she exited my life allowed for personal growth. An absence of a sad thought – that’s significant indeed!

So now, we are turning the question on you:

When you look back over the past month, what single moment stands out?

Leave your answers in the comments, we can't wait to read them!
xox


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Sunflowers

Poetry by Rebecca Schumejda.

Sunflower petals by Emerging Birder

Sunflowers
for Kaya

You drop seeds
into the holes
with your pinkie.
You don't understand
what waiting entails
or what's at stake
if what we plant
doesn't come
to fruition.

So small
your fingers
against
the backdrop
of this absurd word,
that it's impossible
to imagine
my hands were
once as delicate
as yellow petals.

Rebecca Schumejda is the author of Falling Forward, a full-length collection of poems (sunnyoutside, 2009); The Map of Our Garden (verve bath, 2009); Dream Big Work Harder (sunnyoutside press 2006); The Tear Duct of the Storm (Green Bean Press, 2001); and the poem "Logic" on a postcard (sunnyoutside). She received her MA in Poetics and Creative Writing from San Francisco State University and her BA in English and Creative Writing from SUNY New Paltz. She resides in New York’s Hudson Valley and online at rebeccaschumejda.com.

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love fails only when we fail to love

a flower for YOU by *lena

We believe we are hurt when we don’t receive love. But that is not what hurts us. Our pain comes when we do not give love. We were born to love. You might say that we are divinely created love machines. We function most powerfully when we are giving love. The world has led us to believe that our well-being is dependent on other people loving us. But this is kind of upside down thinking that has caused so many of our problems. The truth is our well being is dependent on our giving love. It is not about what comes back; it is about what goes out!
—
Alan Cohen




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When she slows quietly down instead of pushing urgently forward

Poetry by Julia Fehrenbacher of Painted Path.

Falling from Grace by photographie par kim.

Held

When she slows
quietly down
instead of pushing
urgently forward
When she asks and listens
and receives
instead of talking and telling
and trying
When she bows
deeply
to this light-filled
Now
instead of running
screaming away
It bows deeply back

and she feels herself
falling

freely
falling
safely
falling
softly
falling
back into
the wide open
arms
of Grace

During the small windows of time when her two little girls are occupied elsewhere, Julia paints and writes and contemplates the deep questions of life. More than anything she wants to sprinkle some good around in this world and is always looking for ways to do more of that. If you’d like to join her on this path of shedding & opening and living from a place of truth and authenticity, please visit her at paintedpath.org, she’d so love to have you there.

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