Our “Activating Your Highest Self” workshop helped our beautiful participants identify and connect with their own Radiance–their inner Light–their unique gifts, strengths, talents, and past triumphs. We then brainstormed ways that their Radiance could help them as they approach their identified challenges in their lives. It was powerful and the two hours passed so quickly, too quickly for those involved. Scott and I felt grateful to be a part of something so transformative and
A dear friend I’ve known for years called me this week, sobbing. Between gulps of air and lots of tears, she cried “I feel like I’m failing at life! How did I even get here?” Oh, sweet pea. Here she was, this beautiful, kind, creative, world traveler–smart, with a warm home, loving parents–shaken up, hit by a giant lightning bolt of fear and anxiety. Once she calmed down, she told me about how everything had been coming along fine but then this week she found out that her youngest sibling is buying a house–a whole, big, expensive house– and her other friend from grad school just got a job making three times as much money as she makes, and THEN her best friend just announced she was pregnant.
Comparison is poison to our joy. It dims, or even hides, our Radiance.
Law of Radiance and Romantic Love: Trading in My Soulmate Manifesting Wand for Dance Shoes and Real Love
In my twenties, I struggled in search of the wonderful romantic relationship I so deeply desired. I worked hard to live the Law of Attraction, trying to manifest my dream partner through my energetic vibrations and vision boards. I wished, visualized, prayed, dreamed, only to often feel lonely and sad. And all the while, I felt that focusing on what I wanted–but didn’t have–seemed like the wrong approach.
In my wiser thirties, I stopped using the law attraction. And I began dancing. I wore feathers and went to protests and festivals. I hiked and ran through the mountains and bathed in waterfalls. I reconnected with the beaming ray of light and that footloose fancy free person inside of me all along. I reconnected with my strengths and interests, my flow and greatness. This was the beginning of living the Law of Radiance–the beginning of falling in love with my life, and soon, with my partner.
As a parent, I get things done. I enjoy making a healthy, balanced breakfast for my daughter while I’m trying to pack a lunch that will delight her – or at least get Michelle Obama’s approval. I get bills paid, find wonderful summer camps, coach her volleyball team, host slumber parties, and have a never ending flow of great books on her bookshelf, ready to be shared. Sometimes I’m filled with pure joy and love when doing these activities. Other times, I feel like I’m checking off a box and then moving on to the next item. How is it that I can do the same activities from one day to the next yet have such vastly different experiences doing them?
I woke up at three in the morning to six strange men inhabiting my house. I sat up in my bed gasping in fright when I started hearing loud voices close to me; deep voices were speaking something that wasn’t English. I felt scared and trapped. I didn’t know what was happening. I had nowhere to go. Minutes after the initial state of terror, the panic dissipated as I remembered there were some logical explanations for these strangers. I live in a hundred year old house separated into two housing units with thin walls and a giant piano upstairs. They weren’t in my unit; it just sounded like they were. The top floor is occasionally rented out to tourists and (fortunately or unfortunately) musicians. But at that time I was living alone, and as a woman I felt trapped and afraid and totally alone. I went upstairs to try to communicate to the men there to please stop playing the piano. They did, and I was happier that it was quiet. But I was also more frightened since they now knew there was a single woman living below them. I made sure my dresser was situated directly in front of the unlocked door that separates my place from these temporary neighbors, double checked to see that my back door was