Living Big Anytime
Last night, the first time in a very long period the sun was out, and the weather was hot. I thought this would be great to have friends over and be outdoors. When I called, the friends were not home. So I said to my adult son, “lets make this an event for us.” We went out and picked up some of our favourite foods, had the windows down, roof off, played upbeat summer songs, singing loudly on and off key. We then went to a movie store and chose a foreign film for later in the evening. The intention was to make us feel like we were going on a journey to another land.
In Loving Memory of A Beautiful Young Woman
I sit here and look out my window remembering this beautiful soul that I got to know so briefly. She came into my life sharing her heart, soul, ambitions, dreams, questions… and now she has been taken away forever.
I love the memory of her sweet voice, the way it was soft and strong. I love her desire to help others, her tremendous love for her family, her friends, children, and animals. She enjoyed so much. She expressed a profound passion for nature and making others happy.
Men and Women Living Big: Part Three
1. Replacing Male and Female Stereotypes With Self-Respect!
A cultural stereotype to be a “good” woman or a “good” man is to be self-sacrificing. The other day when I came home from work my son was upset with me. I asked him, “What is the problem?” He responded with, “You did not respect my time.” He then explained that I had asked him to do a task and it took a lot longer than I had led him to believe it would take. He was clear that he wanted to help me, however there had to be boundaries on what that task would be.
Men and Women Living Big: Part Two
1. We Are All Born to Cry and Laugh
I taught my sons that crying can be a releasing of tension, recognition of pain, or joy. I taught them that there is a difference between crying about something from the past, versus crying from something in their life right now. Crying does not make them a “sissy.” Unfortunately, having a female trait in males is often seen as being cowardly. I normalized crying for both genders.
