In the past week, I was blessed with information that brought incredible healing and love to my meditation students at Equinox Fitness. I want to share this with you, since it was, and is, such a powerful meditation. You can record it for yourself, or do it with friends with one person reading the meditation:
“Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!” -Dr. Seuss You have curly hair, but you want it straight; you spend hundreds at the salon to get that look. You are curvy, but you want to be stick thin; you spend thousands to achieve that look you want. You have brown eyes, but you want blue; you spend money for those colored contacts to achieve that look. You are getting older, and you want to be young; thousands are spent to achieve this look.
One of the most unique things about stepmothers that I have ever seen on the internet is a website called, "The Other Mother." The website is dedicated to stepmoms "for all that you do...and have been put through..." by artist and stepmother Karen Piovaty. Karen warns viewers, "Enter with caution! The faint of heart need not apply to the world of stepmotherhood!" Admittedly, I have never studied art before. But, this exhibit is compelling.
Unless you live under a rock, you probably have heard about Charlie Sheen and his two goddesses. Let's pretend for a minute that he gets remarried to just one of the them. And, let's imagine that his fourth marriage succeeds for a while, despite the nearly 80% divorce rate for fourth marriages. If you are still playing along, let's get real now. What I want to know is:
I recently did short interviews with approximately 50 married men. I asked one simple question. "How did you know she was the one?" Two answers came to the top over and over again. 1. There was something about her that knocked my socks off from the very beginning, some undefinable quality that caught my attention. 2. I knew I'd have to work to get her.
When we face our fears of dating and rejection, we open ourselves up to unlimited possibilities. Do you find yourself repeating the same mantra about men day in and day out? It leaves your mouth in various forms, but you’ve got only one point: to release yourself from any responsibility and keep you safe and snug-as-a-bug-in-a-rug without the worry of that pesky intimacy thing. "There are no good men out there. I’m better off without a man. I don’t want any man who isn’t willing to accept me exactly as I am. All the men my age are old fuddy-duddies or want the young girls...." Blah, blah, blah.
Don’t tell me…anything. You do not know if something will be easy or hard for me. You don’t know what scares me, moves me, inspires me. Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do. You are not me and I am not you. Certainly there are points of intersection on this journey called being human. I can have compassion for you and hold the space within which you can expand to become your highest potential. You can do the same for me. I can acknowledge you for your gifts and support you when you come face to face with your fears.
Do you have a soul mate? Is it possible? Or just yearning for something that doesn't exist? The news that SC governor Mark Sanford described his mistress Maria Belen Chapur as his soul mate had not yet grown cold when another “married man in the wrong situation” story hit the airwaves. Former Tennessee Titan’s quarterback Steve McNair was murdered and his body found alongside that of the woman who expected him to divorce his wife and marry her, Sahel Kazemi.
Hearing the phone ring in the locked house, Mary fumbled with her keys while balancing three bags of groceries. Silently she whispered “please let it be Steve”. Breathless and happy she heard his voice, “I’m calling to ask you to accompany me to my office party at the Ritz for dinner and dancing next Saturday?” Without hesitation she said, “I would love to.” Setting the phone back in the cradle her smile was soon replaced by horror.
Shelby reached across the table and grabbed her cigarettes. Another Saturday night alone with her Tivo, her cat and her Salems. All she could think about was how much it sucked being alone….again. "I am so tired of doing everything alone," she muttered. The microwave chimed in announcing her Lean Cuisine entree was ready.