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We've Moved ~ Come See Our New Digs

2010-08-26T21:50:00.000-07:00

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Can You Travel in Comfort Without Your Bag?

2010-08-21T01:09:00.000-07:00

We're packing up the words and memories of this blog.

www.modernbagladies.com and www.believeactgo.blogspot.com are moving in together and redecorating over at

www.modernbagladies.com

We'd hate for you to travel without your B*a*g, so follow along AND

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Ped(t)aling Joy

2010-08-15T23:45:00.000-07:00

Photo and video editing at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Take a break and fuel your JOY!

Bag Essentials to Fend Off Surprise Attacks from Your Inner Critic

2010-08-14T00:01:00.000-07:00

The loser in my brain just told me I couldn't write this. Her negative voice can be quite tenacious at times. I guess being aware of her presence is much better than being deaf to her damaging blows. (Off to soak in the tub to flood her out.) Ok, I'm back. She's always trying to stab holes into my "CAN DO" fuel tank. She's been known to slap a "Baggage Welcome" billboard advertisement on my back while greeting me with her passive aggressive cynical pat on the back. HA! HA! Funny joke, me walking around completely unaware that I was inviting my own and my neighbor's baggage into my space.

Here are some of her more famous subliminal attacks & my B*a*g essentials needed to fend her off. Prepare your B*a*g!

"If I was as (adjective) as (amazing woman's name), I could (accomplishment)." This type of talk could keep you from surrounding yourself with amazing women that you NEED. Bag ESSENTIAL #1 - Supportive, smart, funny, giving, amazing women in your life, in the real world and the virtual world.

You need living breathing examples. The more authentic they are the better. Their brilliance shines through as they share their struggles. Their authenticity will feed the awesomeness in you because that is their goal. They won't feed your inner loser. They expect a lot from you, hold you accountable and give you grace, all at the same time. They do this because they know doing this "woman thing" is a team effort. Gossiping and judging doesn't serve us. Real success is earned and is truly inspiring.

5 Authentic Women (and Men) I Know.

Put them in your B*a*g and add yourself to the list. I am (positive adjective) and I will (accomplishment). One of the most challenging parts of this essential is that you may need to subtract some people out. It's not that you don't love them or that they are horrible people. In fact, why not ask them to join you in creating a more positive space together. Sometimes they're not ready and as you separate you may feel lonely. I am posting a great video that might help with the alone thing, at the end of this post.

"When I (accomplishment) I will (feeling or destination)." We need to flip-flop this one. You must feel worthy first to know that you deserve to accomplish the goal. For example: I have struggled with cutting out Diet Coke out of my diet. I've been doing very well. I may have 1 a day, but many times none, compared to 6 or 7 a day. It has had a profound affect on decreasing my brain fog. "I deserve to feel good." has detoured me straight away from the pop machine and to the water cooler on more than one occasion. Bag Essential #2 - Creating a space to feel the feeling of the accomplishment in preparation of achieving the goal.

Feeling worthy of the accomplishment fuels you and gives you strength to take action. The journey creates the actual feeling, which is the OH YES fuel that keeps you going. Visualize a picture holding the moment of FEELING. Creating a vision board is an awesome way to create feeling. I wrote about vision boards on the Survivor Manual. A dear sister, who is on my top 5 authentic woman list, Terry Grahl, always says, "Get the cart before the horse." She creates that space of feeling with grace and faith. Go to the Enchanted Makeovers website, which is a non-profit organization that creates beauty and worthiness for all women. This is a shining example of this B*a*g essential.

I can't (action). You're not holding yourself accountable when this one creeps up. In reality you are saying, "I am not willing to...." following by "because (insert excuse)" Let's start with one reason I was not willing to write the best post that I could possibly write tonight. I read great blogs everyday. They inspire me, challenge me and provide tools I need to accomplish my goals, BUT I have a terrible habit of comparing myself to them because I don't feel worthy. "If I was a talented writer like Donald Miller, I would have best selling books and a blog that has tons of readers." "I won't be a talented writer if I don't write and surround myself with great writers." My obstacle is my inspiration, which created the space to feel the feeling of writing my best and sharing it with you, risking being rejected. See how that works? B*a*g Essential #3 - Do for others.

Doing for others inspires you to find your gifts and to continually strive to do your best and improve. When this happens you tend to the health (mind, body and spirit) of the vessel that delivers the gifts. By doing so, you become keen to the sounds and feelings of a oncoming surprise attack from your inner critic, stopping her dead in her tracks. If one person has an OH YES moment while reading this, it is worthy of my efforts. If nobody reads this it is worthy of me practicing my craft, with intentions of helping others.

Our inner loser is a broken record, force fed to us. In Modern B*a*g Ladies lingo those broken records are bought and borrowed beliefs that don't align with our born, buried beliefs. Time to toss out those records! THEY"RE BROKEN! WE'RE NOT! Speaking of records "I want to be a billionaire so freaking bad..... I want to be on the cover of Forbes Magazine, smiling next to Oprah and the Queen." Hey it's not my dream and who am I to step on their dream. Our inner critic is quick to judge. Watch the music video, pretty good actually.

Straight Up! On the Rocks!

2010-08-10T10:40:00.000-07:00

The Sanity Lounge is a place where I expose myself to a semi private audience (you can make it completely private if you like.) I feel it is important to share some of my thoughts which have flowed so easily in this space. It's the conversations I yearn to have with my sisters; STRAIGHT UP! ON THE ROCKS! I can't emphasize enough the importance of getting your feelings out in a journal; write, draw, scribble, collage etc. Carry a physical one with you in your physical bag AND have one online if you'd like. For me the pounding of the keys maintains the rhythm. TOOL YOUR B*A*G. Your thoughts flow. Then find true sister friends whom with you can share. Thank you for being here and allowing me to share.

Friday August 7, 2010 11:00 PM - Had the best impromptu meet up with Kirsten tonight. Husband is home this whole week, which is the first time all summer. Hence, making this last minute meet up possible.

We talked for 3.5 hours. Time flies when you are physically with somebody who understands where you are at and each of you unselfishly wants to help the other along the journey. It seems I have very few "sisters" like that in my real life. Most of are online, which is awesome, but you know what I mean.

Driving home the word TORN is taking up huge space in my head. I see a piece of paper being divided into 5 strips, tearing, tearing me down. Laying down in a heap, me, my daughter, my son, my husband and my father, the paper turns into a thick liquid, as if it has melted. Slowly, calmly spreading like the most amazing glaze on the most delicious mound of dessert. Equal parts everywhere. Not torn. Flowing, flowing flowing.

First it starts with me tall and rigid. The heat of my love softens me. The tall tower slumps and spreads. Suddenly I see in all directions.

Is this wishful harmony, peace and joy. NO. I don't think so. The difference between the tear and the melt is all about my presence with the feelings. I am not pieces to be torn and given away. I melt over everyone, whole, connecting, loving and bringing whole peace, not pieces.

Physically I can't be with everyone that needs me in their life right now, but i can be spiritually. Inside the melted icing, forming waves where I physically surf from one physical body to the next. Always my spirit there. The invisible yummy thread.

On my way home from a wonderful physical meeting of mind, body and spirit I almost shifted into auto pilot. Schedules and needs of others bursting the bubble. I came back quickly and thought I'm going to the journaling lounge before I go to bed.

It's an interesting place here. Writings that don't fit my blog. I feel like exposing my naked soul. Writing flows much better for me through the physical act of typing. I can not get this with my physical journal I carry. I draw stick figures there. You can't really type them. I suppose. Only the smiley face. I do write in my physical journal and not usually in a straight lines. Words everywhere.

I spoke to Kirsten about intention tonight. I really feel I am laser beaming on specific intentions lately. It's a good thing. I have a huge vision. Now I am reconciling with the amount of time I can spend on my drive, passion and purpose, given our situation. TORN!!! NO!!! Flowing grace. intention. All battles are fought internally.

No More Pussy Footing IT in Auto Pilot

2010-08-07T13:22:00.000-07:00

Alarm, snooze, alarm, snooze, alarm. OK, the feet hit the floor, now the search for an outfit that looks half way decent and is comfortable. Shower, dry, lotion, dress (wrangling the boulders into their holder. the most exercise I will probably get all day), brush the snags, hair-do, makeup. LIGHTS~CAMERA~ACTION. "Gavin! Time to get up." (insert a banter of some morning grumpiness) We rush out the door. Backing out of the driveway, fleeting joy catches my eye. ERRRRRT. Brake. Stop. "Gavin, did you see that?"

I've been on this joy ride for a few months now. Myself and two other dorky moms got this things rolling. Get the back story here. Here's the deal.

Everyone has a purpose. It doesn't start by finding it. It starts by giving it to yourself. It leads you and pulls you towards IT. A continuous cycle of mystery and discovery. The pursuit.

What is your IT? I really couldn't say, but it's not doing to just fall in your lap. Purpose is joy. Joy is purpose. You have to give it to yourself. Plain and simple, not easy. So, back to this joy ride thing.

The Ultimate Yellow Joy Machine

I've been seeing YELLOW finches flying everywhere lately. There are a few of us who have given ourselves the purpose of finding joy in the color yellow. We see it. We take a picture. We post it on our public Flickr group here. We write a caption. AND in October we will gather all the images and create a video montage of YELLOW Joy. You can read about Tracie's reconciliation with YELLOW here. This ride is creating an amazing collaborative story!

"Gavin did you see that?" I'm jolting out of auto pilot by YELLOW finches yet again. But, today as the finches swoop low a gorgeous blue bird zooms by high. We follow it down the street (blue bird), but loose the trail. I keep thinking how I could get a picture of these little joy flights.

I drop Gavin off at day care and make it to work. Annette comes into my office. She's becoming such an amazing painter. She shares each new child of emotional labor with me. This is what she lays on my desk.

I'm in LOVE! "Annette, I must buy this painting."

She too has been admiring YELLOW finches for a few weeks. It is their mating and nesting time. It was pure joy the instant I laid eyes on the painting. I shared the Yellow Joy Machine story with Anette. Her emotional labor brought someone pure joy. JOY. JOY. JOY. RADIATING YELLOW .

Pure JOY can't be found in your auto pilot mode. It takes intention. Don't pussy foot around. The Ultimate Yellow Joy Machine is just one ride. Catch one of your own. Pick something that will represent your joy and seek it out. It is your purpose. Let's put the pedal to the metal and keep this riding going.

Handy Women and Wowmen

2010-08-04T16:43:00.000-07:00

From time to time I will post a Scavenger Hunt Challenge on Modern B*a*g Ladies' Facebook Page.

Go to your actual BAG and find something that is weighing down your Bag. It needs to be tagged (acknowledged). It needs to be recycled from baggage to bag (believe act go).

I revealed that the loose receipts in my bag represents how I put off tracking expenses. I was off to find a tool that could possibly help me, but before I go all "handy woman" on you, let's really acknowledge the baggage. I believe it is rooted in my scarcity mentality. Why? Well that's a much longer post for a later date. Suffice to say, "I need to keep digging."

Megan replied, "You just gave me a task for today. WOOHOO! I'm off to tackle the mini-mountain on my desk." I asked her to report back on how it went and she replied, "Ah! I'm finished!!! I feel like I can breathe... Thank you so much for the reminder to get that desk DONE." I told her I would find a tool to help with mine.

Handy Woman

I realize I had already identified a great tool to track my expenses, but wasn't using it and we know why. So, as soon as I can really come to terms with the root of the baggage I have the tool, which is an Excel Spreadsheet and Evernote.

Evernote (free product with premium for pay packages) is a web/mobile application that is a virtual filing cabinet. You can store text, audio and image files. You organize the content with your assigned tags. I can simply take a picture of the receipt, come up with appropriate tagging with amount, date and expense category. This allows me to have a back up filing system. I love Evernote as a tool. It's no wonder Tim Ferriss, author of The Four Hour Work Week, is an adviser and investor as providing virtual tools allows you to have rich "lifestyle' as Tim would say.

I need to become more disciplined with logging my expenses on a very nice spreadsheet I built 2 years ago. Advantages are two fold: #1 - I am ready for tax season in a timely fashion, void of more procastination and scarcity anxiety and #2 - I am more accountable to what I am spending. It's right there in front of my face with each entry.

Handy Wowmen

Megan's willingness to share and participate in the scavenger hunt challenge motivated me to go a step further with my filing of information. I made category lists of the "clowns" I follow in my @discoveryourbag twitter account (wrote about this on my last post). One group is Wowmen. Although Modern B*a*g Ladies targets a woman audience, we are not islands and there are plenty of men out their offering information on great tools and some fuel as well. Check out this list. I'm sure you will agree.

Before We Strap on the Tool Belt....

The best handy women and wowmen know this. Fixing a leaky pipe without identifying the root problem will guarantee ongoing repairs. Identify the root problem, then seek out the right tool for the job. You can't repair everything at once and tools used for prevention are golden.

My Volkswagen Beetle ~ Filled with Clowns?

2010-08-01T10:06:00.000-07:00

"Slug Bug!" POW! Just what a boy needs, a valid reason to punch mom in the arm. I don't fully understand why boys need that chest pounding hormone at such a young age, but that's not what I intended on writing about tonight, so I'll get on with it. The Volkswagen Beetle car concept I started with distracted me a bit. Maybe that speaks to my state of mind lately. (If you spend time surfing the internet for information and connections you'll want to read on. If you don't..... well I recommend you leave this post and go hug your child (pet) or do that one thing you've been putting off. But then again if you read on you could actually apply this to your real "in person" life.)

So anyway.....lately, I've been thinking about the passengers I allow in my Traveling Sanctuary. It is easy to connect with others via online social networking. Your path can intersect with so many amazing people, who share much needed information. Knowledge is power and you are bombarded with choices. A survey of Forbes bagillionaires reveal that they spend at least 3 hours a day reading, most of it online. To like or not to like. It's as easy as a click. Should I add this to my RSS feed? It's as easy as three clicks.

Surely, more is better right? Size matters. Yet, maybe it's not the size of the boat (actually Volkswagen Beetle for this post), but the motion in the ocean (internet surfing for this post). Ah heck, that's just what people say when they don't have a sizable following on Facebook and Twitter. I recently watched a TED Talk about choices. I am sharing the video at the end of the post. Don't get distracted with it now. Watch if you would like to challenge your ideas about the freedom to choose and whether it's better to have more choices.

Your Traveling Sanctuary is the size of a Volkswagen Beetle

Let's face it, you're only one person, so from that perspective your capacity to spend online time with others, is the size of a VW Beetle. The question is, "Are you trying to stuff it with too many clowns?" And when I say clowns I am not implying these passengers aren't wonderful, amazing people. But damn a bus load of clowns in a your VW Beetle is pretty overwhelming, with all them huge red noses and massive feet (he he).

Ask Yourself ....

What do I hope to accomplish via my online presence and how does that influence how and who I connect with online?
Is your connecting and knowledge consuming proportionate with your "actions" that actually accomplish your online goals?

I Love all the Clowns but I can't fit a bus load into my VW Traveling Sanctuary

Based on your goals.......

Take inventory and prioritize. Sheena is re-organizing her RSS Feeds. Check it out. I frequent her posts.(Ironically enough the presenter's, on the video below, name is Sheena as well.) Chris Brogan has a few thoughts on this subject. I read his blog every day.
Balance your "fuel" into categories: Mind, Body, Spirit, Joy, Fun and Fear Shredding.
Is it business or pleasure? There's a time for work and a time for play. The best is when your work is your play, but sometimes you just need to put that huge red nose to the grind stone.

One final note (OK maybe two or three)

Just because somebody is your friend on Facebook doesn't mean they are allowed to fill your online space with negativity and baggage. Generally I believe you attract what you're putting out there. If somebody un-follows or un-friends me I figure I'm not delivering what they need. I'm cool with that. Most people I follow online that have huge followings have them because they are amazing and they deliver on point information to their targeted followers. Get it? They concentrated on their online goals and the following followed. Imagine it looking more like a convey of VW Beetles that are not overloaded with clowns and their baggage.

Thanks for clowning around with me. Convoys can be a pretty powerful force when you have a common interest and desire to make a difference in virtual and real worlds.

Photo credit SlideShow Bruce

Have Bag Will Travel & Merge - NEW WEBSITE COMING SOON

2010-07-28T21:40:00.000-07:00

We're Moving. Soon this blog will merge with the new Modern B*a*g Ladies Website. We're working on some great projects and gaining some more focus. Thank you for your continued support and patiently following along. We hope you'll invite more of your friends as we will be providing the vehicle to share your stories, to challenge you to take action and to help our sisters.

Here's Modern B*a*g Ladies on Facebook and Twitter.

Rosi said, "You've come a long way. Just look at what you've accomplished." I find her words encouraging. I've heard those words a few times in the last year from amazing sister friends.

Nearly two years ago I wrote my first blog post. (Excuse me while I reflect upon this milestone: Who is this B*a*g Lady Anyway.) I wrote, "You're probably wondering who the heck is this BAG Lady and why is she writing these posts. Well there was no election, so I wasn't voted in as "THE" BAG Lady, but there in lies the beauty of it. All women are welcome and there's no test, no panel of experts and no debates. I just basically volunteered because I've observed the women around me seeking some Believe Act Go power. I thought, "Self, we (women) could use some collective BAG. My sincere hope is that I can inspire, the Belief in yourself,,the desire to Act and the vision to Go where your dreams meet your reality."

3 1/2 years ago I became acutely aware that I was traveling on too busy, mom, wife, career woman highway. I thought my exhaustion and spiritual emptiness was the price every woman had to pay for success. I did have a physical wound. Surgery took care of that. During the 6 weeks of medical leave I was forced off of the fast lane to reflect on how I had arrived at this place. The physical wound soon healed, but it was just the beginning of my spiritual healing.

We're fast approaching the 2 year anniversary of this blog. 2 years ago I wrote about not being a casualty of corporate America, which by the way is not the enemy. Casualty? Kind of dramatic. Myrna was my life coach at the time. I told her I needed an escape plan. She interpreted that to mean that I needed to replace the income my career had delivered. I would have thought the same thing if I were her. I wasn't quite sure where I needed to go or how exactly I was going to get there, but I did know I had much more too offer AND for a purpose much bigger than myself.

Self discovery, which we call Discovering Your B*a*g, can't be accomplished through a 6 week on-line training course. It's a life long journey. With this in mind, I remind myself not to be so hard on myself and less critical of the pace of my so called "escape". When I hear the words Rosi shared with me today I am reminded that it's about the journey. I hope you'll keep riding along with me on this journey and invite more as well. Here's Modern B*a*g Ladies on Facebook and Twitter.

Motoring in the Bright Lights

2010-07-26T19:24:00.000-07:00

Mom to 8 year old son, "Gavin, What should I write about?"

Son replies, "Write about the bag lady in Vegas, duh mom,"

Gavin and I were in Vegas spending some time with dad and husband this last weekend. Tom works in Vegas. He works for Lifetime Fitness, a high-end fitness and wellness company. He's in charge of the on-site construction of their fitness centers, which takes up to 16 months to build. He comes home to Minnesota 3 weekends a month. We thought it would be nice to see where dad spends most of his days.

As I merged the Modern B*a*g Ladies' graphic with the photo of the original Vegas sign, the contrast and similarities hit me. At the bottom left of the MBL graphic it says, "follow the signs". Now if I were lost in the middle of the desert, Vegas would be the flame and I would be the moth. The signs are so obvious. The contrast between the dull tan desert landscape and the enormity and gaudiness of the strip causes me to admire the engineering and entertainment feats, yet disgust in the waste and excess.

Vegas causes me to immediately crawl into my shell. In these environments of enormous energy I question my nature and do self destructive comparisons. The more self aware I am, the stronger the contrasts become. What I know about myself, and what I have written about before, is that my Traveling Sanctuary has a diesel motor, which is to say that I like things slow and easy going, like the subtle rolling hills in MBL graphic.

Diesel motors need to stay plugged in (at least in cold weather) to get their engine going. In contrast, a zippy 5 speed motor needs more coolant to keep it's engine running. My husband and son definitely have 5 speed motors and my daughter has a diesel motor. Tom and Gavin fill the space with high energy. Paige and I can sit quietly for hours and be perfectly content.

Neither is right or wrong. It is as it was meant to be. Being aware is the key and accepting your gift, which is your born nature is a form of self love.

Think about your Traveling Sanctuary engine and what type of fuel you need. This diesel motor needs a dose of high octane jet fuel from time to time. And I believe 5 speed engines need to find their own personal formula of coolant from time to time.

What type of Traveling Sanctuary car are you? Make? Model? Color? You can see mine above in the graphic. Hey, it's actually a little sporty. I even have the top down. I'm not sure Thunderbirds came with diesel motors, but this my blog and I can imagine anything I want.

Picturing yourself as a car can help you think about what fuel you need and your proper maintenance schedule. Use your imagination and draw a mental picture. When I am in a high energy environment, I am not joking when I say that I remind myself that I am diesel motor. It has value and I don't need to swap motors. I was meant to have this engine.

Tool Your Bag - Traveling Vision Board

2010-07-21T09:54:00.000-07:00

Jennifer Lee of Artizen Coaching has vision and provides the tools so women can carry their vision with them in their B*a*g.

Product: Unfolding Your Life Vision Kit

Rating: 5 B*a*gs

Modern B*a*g Ladies was not solicited for this product review and does not benefit from this review.

Sticky Business - Bumper Stickers of Life

2010-07-18T12:24:00.000-07:00

B as is Bumper. B as in Belief.

The bumper stickers of life are sticky. Some may fade. Some may get covered. But, they all remain with us as we travel.

B as in Belief. Not R as in Role. You take your beliefs with you to each of your roles.

It's important to identify your beliefs, otherwise your Traveling Sanctuary will look like a Band Wagon. That gets confusing for you and others.

Challenge your beliefs. They will either become stronger or be replaced.

You always lead with your Beliefs, so apparently the Traveling Sanctuary pictured above is traveling in reverse.

Identify your B's. It leads to Action, which leads to those OH Yes Moments, which is your Go Fuel.

Here's a start. I BELIEVE.......(fill in the blank)

Book Bag - A Million Miles in One Thousand Years

2010-07-17T02:30:00.000-07:00

I bet I have read more in the last 3 years than I have my whole life leading up to that point. I even braved the laser beam stares during a Pee Wee hockey game IN MINNESOTA because I just had to finish that book to the left. I just couldn't put the book down. My son WAS NOT on the ice, but according to my husband I was still committing a mortal hockey sin.

The book, A Million Miles in a Thousands Years, was a gift from Chris Brogan and Donald Miller.

Here's how that came about via Chris Brogan's blog......Chris states, "I’d love for you to write a quick blog post about the importance of story in your life. That’s it. If you want, link back to http://www.chrisbrogan.com/importance-of-story, so I’ll see the trackbacks as well."

The first 100 people to post an article, regarding the importance of story in their lives, on their blog, would get a book. Here's the article I wrote, Reasons to Surround Yourself with People You Admire.

When I read a good book I like to share and I love when you share your favorites as well (do that in the comments below. Hint. Hint). So, in preparation to compose this review, I go to Donald Miller's website. As the page comes up I think to myself, (causing a distortion on my face which causes that deep crease between my eyes), "It's a sign. One Don Miller giveaway followed by another." I feel as it I have already won.

Here's Don's offer. You and a friend (I can't wait to ask a friend to go) can win a trip to Portland Oregon for the Living a Better Story Seminar being held September 26th and 27th.

CONTEST RULES

1. Write a blog telling us about the kind of story you want to live. It might help to read A Million Miles in a Thousand Years to better understand what this means. The story doesn’t have to be a life story, it can be what you want to do next year, or for the next few years.

2. Tell us a little about how you think the seminar might help you out. You don’t have to get detailed, just let us know specifically what you’re hoping to get from the seminar. This will help us cover all our bases as people come to Portland.

3. Provide a link on your blog to the seminar site. That site is www.donmilleris.com/conference

4. Embed this video on your blog: (at the end of the post)

5. Submit a link to your blog in the comments on THIS blog entry. If you submit a question about the contest, we will unfortunately have to delete the question because we are trying to keep the entries clean and organized.

Here's The Story....Once upon a time there was a very shy girl. She was a good girl. The only dreams she had were at night, except for one day dream. Her day dream was to be on stage, singing, but mostly dancing. As a teenager she took the stage on the softball field. The bat, her microphone. The pitch. The Swing. Crack! The beat. Her feet. She dances her way around the bases. She slides across the stage. Dirt flies. Safe! A trio. The crowd roars. Music to her ears. Truly the first sisterhood, for which she belonged. The band worked together, laughed together, cried together, won together and lost together. Her confidence soared on that stage. The tour ended. The day dreams ceased.

Not until many years later did she again have huge day dreams, a day job and a night passion. Her day dreams creep into the night, hence her lack of sleep most nights. She's writing this at 2:30 am on a Saturday morning. She feels THAT feeling, she calls OH YES Moments, that reminds her of days on the dirt stage. There's something in common between then and now. Women. Team. Acceptance. Passion. Fun. Joy. Low Fear.

Her belief, that girls who didn't go to college get married, led her into a 23 year career in a male dominated industry. (Long story, which involves a marriage, the need for health insurance, a divorce and a re-marriage.) Who knew she would stay so long, but the benefits were so nice. Would she allow the testosterone to numb her feminine power forever, for fear of non-acceptance? Some days, most, she questioned what she wanted and how she would get there. Glimpses of her glory days on the field came and went.

Her daughter says mom has a very boring story. If she could only see mom's vision. PICTURE THIS: Millions of women carrying a Traveling Sanctuary Tote B*a*g. Inside holds the story of a woman and a scavenger hunt, challenging women to travel and Discover their B*a*g (believe act go). When women accomplish a challenge, a donation is provide, by sponsors, to organizations that help women in shelters. The power of giving to someone else through you giving to yourself, that's the most eco-friendly, renewable fuel source in the universe.

THE GOAL: Tell stories that fuel infinite Traveling Sanctuaries. The tote bag is a walking billboard that tells a story and allows you to open up a dialogue about your dreams and values. It is a metaphor that represents you as a Traveling Sanctuary. What are you fueling it with? Do you have the right tools? Are you traveling outside of your comfort zone, because this is where you meet your OH YES Moments and Discover Your B*a*g. It will create an inclusive sisterhood, where women feel free to strip off their labels and help each other.

Future plans involve providing women in shelters access to the fuel and tools afforded to women who have resources. These resources include: lap-top computers with wireless cards, smart-phones, access to online training, which can be delivered through mobile applications and specific to all women's needs.

We will start with a simple canvas bag, like the one I started carrying 3 years ago. What did I say I started doing three years ago? I started to read more stories. I didn't just put books in that bag. I put all kinds of things. I called it my Traveling Sanctuary. What I came to understand is that that bag was a metaphor for me. I am the Traveling Sanctuary and I needed to fuel and tool it properly so I could provide fuel and tools to others.

The past three years I have been slowly building a community of women and a platform from which to execute the plan. I have met so many amazing women. I will begin by, helping them, tell their story. A new website will soon launch and I am currently working on our first story, tote bag and scavenger hunt.

HER CHALLENGE: Will her daughter lose herself, only to find her again mid-life? Was her mom meant to have a 39 year introduction section to your real life story? Perhaps. She convinces herself that she needs to accept the fact that she was born with a diesel motor, "Slow to start, but when she stays plugged in and gets going she's POWERFUL". She needs to strip away the bought and borrowed beliefs that has delivered too many things, debt and a false sense of security. When you think about it, it is somewhat similar to a woman who stays with an abusive partner. The fear of the unknown causes a false sense of security. Either way it's a risk. You doubt you have the resources or courage to venture out on your own. There is a family to think about; their needs and their security as well. This is a challenge of many women, more so for single mothers.

The girl is ready to take the stage. In September she hopes to be set out on a challenging scavenger hunt, which involves more than reading and listening. She needs a little push and to be held accountable. Actions speak louder than words. Let's amaze each other by what we can do in just a few short days.

Living a Better Story Seminar from All Things Converge Podcast on Vimeo.

Does Your Bag Say, "I Love Myself"

2010-07-14T17:59:00.000-07:00

Your own sleeping child is just, well........the most amazing and heart warming sight on the face of the earth. Quiet. Innocent. Soft round rosy cheeks. Huge eyelashes. You lay next to her and all is right in the world. How could I have yelled at her, over a few crumbs on the back seat of the car. The perfection of God's love. If you're a mom of a child or mom of a beloved dog, I know, you know exactly what I am talking about. Your heart swells and you feel as if it is literally smiling. You must be beaming. The ray of the sun couldn't be as bright and warm. Inhale.........Mmm.......strawberry, watermelon. Oh the feeling of a bath just before bed. She smells so sweet. You could just gobble her up.

Now, I have a favor to ask. Outstretch your arms. Place your right hand on your left shoulder and your left hand on your right shoulder. Imagine you are laying next to yourself as a sweet sleeping child. Close your eyes and squeeze. You are God's love in perfection. You are a gift. You are innocent. You are well just the most amazing spirit on the face of the earth. Can't quite get there? I know it takes practice, but we must find ways to express our love to ourselves.

As I observe families with diaper bags at my 8 year old's baseball game, I have this idea, but first I think to myself, "I am so happy to be over the diaper stage," I couldn't watch any of my daughter's athletic games when Gavin was a toddler because he was into everything, crawling away and begging to play at the playground. At some point the diaper bag turns into a toy bag, which turns into a technical gaming bag, which turns into a sports bag and a school book bag. Over time the pampering and fun B*a*g disappears.

So, back to my idea. Imagine your handbag as a diaper bag. Are you prepared to treat yourself as well as you would treat a precious little baby?

Time to play a matchy-matchy game. Empty the contents of your handbag/tote bag and compare them to the contents of a diaper bag. Ask yourself, "Does my B*a*g say, "I Love Myself."

Diaper = ?

Baby Wipes = ?

Nourishing Formula/Breast Milk and Food = ?

Diaper Rash Cream = ?

Soft White Clean Under Shirt = ?

Teething Ring = ?

Picture Book = ?

Crayon/Color Book = ?

Toys = ?

Lotion = ?

Sunscreen = ?

Now I'm hopping in my stroller and taking a little stroll. Looking at the world with wonder. "Hey! How did I get my toe in my mouth?" Must be those yoga classes. NOT!!!

Photo credits MarloElaine & Sweet Little Baby Kim with her brothers

Sun Flower Power ~ Drink Up ~ Fuel Up

2010-07-10T21:48:00.000-07:00

This is where I go for lunch at least once a week, Hope's Harvest Health Food Store. I love everyone that works there. I get more than a healthy dose of good food. Their spirit fuels me. Susan, the owner, puts love in the food. When she makes your sandwich she thinks to herself, "I love you." You can taste the love. There's a sign in the window that says Hippies Welcome.

This is a Hibiscus flower. Did you know you could drink flowers?

This is spearmint. It goes really well with Hibiscus.

1 Gallon Water

1 Glass Container

2-3 Tablespoons Dried Hibiscus

1 Tablespoon Spearmint

8 hours of Sunshine

Strain

Enjoy!

Surround yourself with people that fuel your spirit by sharing their (H)(E)art. I learned about Sun Flower Power. Drink Up. Fuel Up.

Learn more:

Re-Tool Your Bag

2010-07-09T18:27:00.000-07:00

Nothing tickles my dork more than RE-purposed, RE-designed, RE-cycled, RE-sourced and RE-allocated tools. Just call me Kim the Tool Lady Lampe, manufacturing joy with re-purposed tools. I wrote a series of articles about this subject on The Survivor Manual.

Tool (noun) – Any instrument of use or service.
Tool (noun) – A weapon.
Tool (noun;person) – A person used as an instrument by another person.

Joy is an assembly of many simple parts. We must find the tools to put them together. We already posses some tools. Be creative. Re-purpose what you already carry in your tool bag. Seek new tools when necessary. Share your tools. You are a powerful instrument.

My daughter provided a new definition the other day. Tool - A boy with no substance. I gather this means, someone who is easily used and manipulated. And in reference to boys I gather she means a boy who allows his little brain to control his big brain. So, tools are very powerful. It's important to use them wisely.

Be On the Lookout for Your Tools - Here are Some Examples

EXAMPLE #1 Re-designed ~ Solves Problems

Re-designed tools are awesome especially when the designers consults with the users and involves them in the re-design process. Ty Pennington (yes the Ty from Extreme Home Makeover) helped Similac re-design the container of their baby formula powder. I think it's genius in it's No DUH factor and it reminds me of the re-designed paint cans with easy pour spouts, sturdy handle and screw on lid.

Here's what's new:

* Less mess with the scooper caddy.
* Easy grip design, when a very tired mom is holding baby and trying to make formula at 3am
* Hinged lid so it doesn't get lost
* Contoured bottom so the scoop can get the last bit of powder, so there is no waste

Example #2 - Re-Cycled ~ Eliminates Waste

Goingreen is a registered trademark of the promotional company Norwood.

It's pretty much common knowledge that drinking water is good for you. Some will tell you that you need 10 - 8 ounce glasses a day. Dr. Oz will tell you that you don't need that much because your food contains water as well. Either way, what is the worse thing if you drank too much water? Probably just more trips to the bathroom.

So, a tool everyone should have in their B*a*g is a water bottle. I was gifted a new one yesterday and I was pleased to see that, even though it was made of plastic, it was also, #1 recyclable, biodegradable and made from recycled materials. Whether companies are getting on the green band wagon purely for profit or because they genuinely care for the environment, it's a good thing.

Another favorite tool I have is clipped onto my handbag, It's handy reusable bag. It's compact and ready at a moments notice. Doing your part to help the environment undoubtedly gives a person joy with each plastic bag not used. Use RE-usable bags. It's so simple. I bought mine from Wisepack.

Example #3 Easy Re-Source ~ Timely

Lynda where have you been my whole life? Oh Lynda you're so fine. You're so fine. You blow my mind. Listen to Lynda's story. I'm in love. I think I have found my benchmark company. I need to learn new digital tools and I have found my easy RE-source. It is timely, easy to use and has excellent content. AND I love Lynda's story. This is their mission and motive quoted directly from their website.

lynda.com: Our mission

Helping you learn, master, and apply digital tools and techniques.

Motivation

Here at lynda.com, we believe in life-long learning. We believe that education is power, knowledge creates opportunity, and that technology should be accessible to everyone. Our goal is to make everything we know available to you to help reach your creative and career goals.

We believe no one should be phased out, that everyone has a “new and improved” version inside, and that comprehensive, straightforward training can make a world of difference.

We want you to not only gain skills, but to also gain confidence. We encourage you to jump in feet first and walk away smarter than you were before. We forever support you in your aspirations to never stop learning, and never stop growing.

Example #4 Re-Allocate - Money

"Collectively, Americans and Europeans spend $17 billion a year on pet food. We could do much more than feed the family of mankind and our cats and dogs; we could assist that family in acquiring the basic skills and tools it needs to feed itself, while maintaining the natural resources on which all life depends." (Small Wonder by Barbara Kingsolver)

It's not important how much money we accumulate in our B*a*g. It's important how we allocate the money we have. I am starting to follow Wise Bread. Wise Bread is a community of bloggers here to help you live large on a small budget. Despite what you may have heard, you don't have to sacrifice your financial independence to enjoy life. Money is a tool to be allocated for the joy of all. I think the word for that is philanthropy.

Now......... to Re-Tool Your B*a*g

The next time my husband asks, "Can I buy a welder to build the trailer to haul the Bobcat (moves dirt)?." The answer will be no, no and no. What's with boys and their Tools!? Gotta love em, for sure. They're always burning things up and playing in the dirt. Have a one time job that needs a special tool? RENT IT!

Think about your tools. Do they need a RE-DO? Apply the RE. RE-purpose, RE-design, RE-cycle, Easy RE-source and RE-allocate your tools.

The Best Fuel is FUN & FREE

2010-07-05T11:19:00.000-07:00

Yes, it's true, the best fuel is free. That is, fuel for your Believe Act Go Traveling Sanctuary. And a Victoria Secret Catalog Contains Free Fuel.

Fuel - Intangible energy you generate from within your feminine power. It is eco-friendly and infinitely renewable. Your joy and love shared with others fuels the fuel, multiplying the fuel. It's a beautiful cycle.

Case in point:

One Daughter
One Mom
One Friend
Friend's kitchen
One Victoria Secret Catalog

Passing the time, waiting to savor an amazing Fourth of July meal I flip through a Victoria Secret catalog, sitting on the kitchen island counter top."Paige, assuming I am 50 pounds lighter and would look fabulous in any of these outfits, pick which outfit I would choose for myself. Don't point it out until I tell you I've made my decision."

You're sitting, waiting for an appointment or at one of your child's activities. You're riding in your car. It's seemingly wasted idle time, but in reality it's the prime time to have fun and learn something about your friends and family. It's free time, literally free fuel time.

Taking turns picking our favorite outfits was a fun game. I think we had a accuracy rate of 80%. "Why did you pick that?" I learned more about how her outer style reflects her inner spirit; earthy, eclectic, whimsy.

Sharing and having fun is the best fuel. You don't need to spend money going to the movies, bowling or going on an expensive vacation to fuel the fun. What fun, free games do you play? When and where? What do you learn about your friends and family members?

Comming Soon - Discover Your Bag Scavenger Hunt

2010-07-04T11:09:00.000-07:00

A Tote B*a*g that's a Traveling Sanctuary ~ You're the Traveling Sanctuary

A Tote B*a*g that coaches ~ It's not a Coach Bag

A Tote B*a*g that reminds you to fuel yourself first ~ Self Care, Not Selfish Care

A Tote B*a*g that is a conversation piece ~ It voices your passions and starts a conversation

A Tote B*a*g that supports the empowerment of women.

Discover Your B*a*g ~ We want to share your story. Your B*a*g fuels the Believe Act Go Traveling Sanctuary of others.

Proceeds of tote bag sales benefit Enchanted Makeovers and The Angela Shelton Foundation, two non-profit organizations that empower healing and leading joyful lives.

Auto Pilot into the Mens Room

2010-07-01T22:05:00.000-07:00

Nothing will give you tunnel vision like four pregnancies and sucking down Minnesota's version of Seven Eleven's Big Slurpee. It's 250 miles into the 286 mile trip and I must say the words he dreads most. "Tom, I need to go to the bathroom." What is it about men and road trips? Their inner race car driver comes out. "I was on a record pace. Seriously, can't you make it 30 more miles. I told you not to drink that huge cup of iced tea." (image provided under creative commons license flickr user smaedli)

"Um..... No!" You know the feeling. It's like one minute dry as a desert, over-filled water balloon the next. Your insides are holding onto the knotted end as it hangs lower with each targeted pothole the husband conveniently hits like a down hill skier making every gate. "No talking, joking or laughing. Mom's concentrating." One more jolt and it will certainly burst. We've made the trip to my parents hundreds of times and I've been in every bathroom along the way, dirty and clean. I see the sign. It's a beacon of relief. "Tom, next exit. Don't you dare drive past."

The Potty Dance

I walk into the gas station/restaurant/truck stop as casual as possible. Ho Hum. Don't mind me, cool mama coming though. Great, I've got to sneeze. Casually stop. Bring the knees together. Squeeze. Sneeze. I sprint the last 10 feet to to the ladies room. Damn it's locked. I turn to check the mens room. And wouldn't you know, it appears hubby was craddling his own filled balloon. TIME FOR THE POTTY DANCE. "Doing the potty dance. Doing potty dance." Just when you think you couldn't make it another second the bathroom is available. I'll spare you my embarrassing pee in my pants story for another post.

It's interesting how my brain stores the maps to every ladies rooms I've ever used. In the door, take a right, then a left, straight back. For instance, the ladies room, at an office where I used to work, was always on the right and the mens room was always on the left. It was a pretty big office and each paired restrooms were laid out this way. A year ago they downsized and moved the corporate office. I don't work at the corporate office any longer, but occasionally need to spend the day there. On one of those days, soon after arriving the morning tea runs its course and I make my way to the right hand ladies room. Door open. Man washing hands. Dang! Who is the heck changes a right turning ladies room into a left turning ladies room?

Today, I stopped at the busiest convenient store/gas station in town, to use the restroom. They had remodeled some months back and guess what? They turned their left turned ladies room into a right turned ladies room. Door open. Urinal. Palm. Forehead. Smack!

There's this other time when the door back into the office from the engineering lab was one of four identical looking doors. Yep you know the story. That makes 3 times I've accidentally walked into the mens restroom.

Signs, Maps, GPS Systems

Now wouldn't it make more sense to have a sign like this posted outside. It would keep the men out and women would definitely know that room was their room. Another piece of advise to architects on proper sign placement. Put the sign on the door. Not to the side. That just makes me second guess which door it is. (cartoon provided by HikingArtist.com)

Today when I planted my eyes on that urinate I thought to myself, "I wonder if I've gone into the mens room on other days and not realized it." No really, I thought, "In what other areas of my life am I on auto pilot, ignoring the signs"

It's so easy to follow our pre-subscribed maps. Safe, familiar, predictable seems to be the only logical course to take. I have a map for that. Two blocks, left, two blocks, right, 6 miles, right, 10 miles, right, 5 blocks, left,2 blocks, right into the parking lot. Sure my eyes are on the road, but guess what? I don't look at the signs anymore. No need. I know the way too well.

I go to a lot of soccer games at remote soccer fields in towns I've never been. I take a map, use my GPS and I follow the signs. Sometimes the maps and the GPS don't agree. Almost always the signs are right. Some of them are small and hard to read, which means I have to slow down to read them. I've never not gotten un-lost and the kids have always made the game. (What the heck does never not gotten un-lost mean? I confuse myself and apparently use improper grammar.)

Here's me in auto pilot mode. There are sure signs of me not facing my fears and traveling within my auto pilot map.

Quick to anger and unwilling to stop for potty breaks for fear of not breaking my own record. Its all about me.
I don't dance (unless I have to pee) and there is no laughter
I procrastinate by doing busy work
I own stuff I don't need or have a personal connection
There's a toy box full of McDonald's Happy Meal Toys (auto pilot drive-thru)
We didn't own a dog
I don't listen
I raise my voice
I defined my quality of life by my income
I thought when girls didn't go the college they got married

We've reached the (dead) end......

Here's some food for thought. Leave the map at home. Set out on an adventure and follow the signs. Don't be afraid of getting lost. Flip a coin. Left is heads, right is tails. Oh and before your go, DRINK A BIG OLE 44 OUNCE CUP OF SOMETHING, GET PREPARED TO LAUGH YOUR ASS OFF AND THEN PEE YOUR PANTS!!

Dishwashing Dictators & Kind Cake Bakers

2010-06-26T22:05:00.000-07:00

"I can give you guidance for doing a task, but unless you "discover" your own way of doing it you won't own it."- Tom Peters.

Oh my, what a control freak. And over such a trivial thing, loading a dishwasher. I sit quietly, trying to appreciate that another family member is actually loading the dishwasher. "Um, no, the glasses go on the right and the the bowls on the left." And just to add a little more annoyance to their good deed I add, "For god sakes, you don't have to wash them before you put them in the dishwasher. Get it? It's a "dish" "washer"."

I'm having flash backs of my mother lecturing us on how to properly wash a car. "You always start at the top and work your way down. See this is how you do it (high pitched voice)." We'd stand back and observe knowing that by the time the demonstration was over, half the car would be spotless and done HER way. Such cruel children, but she brought it upon herself. We should have just told her, "Mom, we yearn to make it our own." Yeah, right. On a more serious note, I don't know where I would be without the work ethic instilled in me by my parents. We always give my mom grief about her slave driving days. Now that she has relaxed about 100 fold, it's so much fun imitating her. Today, I go to the car wash. It does an excellent good.

I'll never forget the day my mom came home from work, finding my sister Michelle, 10 years old at the time, in the kitchen with a baffled look on her face. "Mom the egg whites won't dissolve." Mom said, "What are you talking about?" "Well, the shells are the only white part, so I figured....." Mom just smiled and we all giggled, She was thrilled that Michelle had taken the initiative to bake a cake all by herself. Michelle certainly made it her own. Mom wasn't angry. I vividly remember mom pouring the batter into the strainer, filtering out the shells and showing Michelle how to separate eggs. Today Michelle is an AWESOME cook.

On the journey of Discovering Our B*a*g we need to seek out those Kind Cake Baking Travel Guides. Generally, I find the best Travel Guides are story tellers who share their truth. They know when to listen and when to guide. Whether it be business tactics or life lessons, it's all the business of life and it all applies. We find our truth inside the truth of others. We don't feel so alone.

Try this on for size. "Paige, thanks so much for doing the dishes." "Mom, I really don't like loading the dishwasher. It takes too long and I really don't know how to set up the dishes." To which I reply, "This is how I load the dishwasher. You can try it my way and if it works, great. Maybe you have a better way. If you do find a better way be sure and let me know. Here is an article I found on the subject, which I found to be a pretty reliable source. I refer to it every now and again just to make sure I'm on track." I am now imagining myself pulling away my June Cleaver mask like in the scene when the alien from Men in Black rips open the skin of his host human skin, farmer dude, revealing himself. I think you get the point. If you don't, well that's okay, it's just me.

Next time your Dishwasher Dictator rears its ugly head, just remember it is all based on your fear of losing control. Could you trust yourself if something went wrong, like say a few dirty dishes. Wow, really? It sounds as ridiculous as keeping an article on the proper way of loading a dishwasher handy for frequent reference.

So, are you surrounding yourself with Kind Cake Baking Travel Guides? Who are they? Make a list. Can't think of any? Set an intention of seeking them out. My best travel guides:

share stories
listen
challenge me intellectually and spiritually
hold me accountable
are honest
are trust worthy (confirmed with their actions)
admit when they are wrong
make me laugh
make me cry
allow me to make mistakes, but is always ready with a life line

I'll be introducing wonderful Travel Guides right here in the near future. Won't you leave a comment and share some of your favorite Travel Guides.

It's Totally Doable........

2010-06-24T22:51:00.000-07:00

with the right tools, fuel and passengers, so

Exhibit A:

Below is a Twitter exchange between myself and Kelly McCormick, author of OutSell Yourself. (Dancing B*a*g Lady commentary, "For those who are not familiar with Twitter just imagine it is text messaging on steroids.")

@OutSellYourself (aka Kelly McCormick) tweeted: My thought of the day: Focus on the big picture. Do 5 do-able action steps to move forward - today. (Dancing B*a*g Lady commentary: "She said the A word, Action. It's the middle work in B*a*g (believe act to) This catches my attention.")

@believeactgo replies: @OutSellYourself thank you. will do. (Dancing B*a*g Lady commentary: "This reply announces my intention and commitment to finding 5 do-able things.")

@OutSellYourself replies:@believeactgo Keep me posted on your successes! (Dancing B*a*g Lady commentary, "Sweet! Someone who expects my success and furthers my commitment by expecting a response")

@believeactgo replies:
#1 doable today (1am this morning.g) rewrite executive summary of prosperity plan. CC: @outsellyourself
#2 doable today - Mailed a gift to an amazing woman. CC: @OutSellYourself
#3 doable - conference call with web designers. CC: @OutSellYourself
#4 doable today - assess need for service and request feedback from benefactors. CC @OutSellYourself
@OutSellYourself Did 5,6,7,8 and 9, which included the all important playing catch with my son. I'll think of 5 doables each day.

@OutSellYourself replies: @believeactgo Wow...you are creating success at the speed of light! You inspire me. :-) (Dancing B*a*g Lady commentary: "Inspiration always comes full circle.")

Get some fuel. Find a tool.

I invited Kelly into my Traveling Sanctuary B*a*g (believe act go), as a passenger, when I made the choice to follow her tweets. As I journey further down the path of developing Modern B*a*g Ladies I may want to invest in Kelly's coaching services, which assists with branding, selling and marketing. She outlines her services very well on her website.

Soon after following Kelly's messages on Twitter, I knew I would be filling up with the fuel she was sharing. Kelly offers the fuel. And Twitter is the tool that delivers her fuel. I've never spoken to Kelly on the phone or in person. We have never exchanged emails for that matter, but forever in my mind Kelly McCormick will be attached to "What are my 5 doables today?"

Kelly, delivers her expertise and inspiration for free, on Twitter, and I suspect she doesn't do it expecting everyone to hire her or buy her book. I suspect she does it because she believes in community and building relationships.

So, again I ask,"What's in your B*a*g, literally and metaphorically?" Are you getting the right fuel? Do you have the right tools to share your fuel?

Focus on the big picture. Do 5 do-able action steps to move forward - today. Heck, do 1 do-able action. Doesn't matter how big or how small. Believe. Act. Go.

Great Women - Great Men - Great Dads - Together we make the world a better place.

2010-06-20T11:57:00.000-07:00

From my sister, Michelle, to my Dad. Michelle and are different in many ways and alike in others. We have a mutual respect for each others differences and qualities. I love my family.

THANKS, DAD

One of the first things you teach a young child is to say “Thank You”. It seems so simple, but as we get older and experience more of life, sometimes we forget how important those two words are. I’d like to let you know that I learned that lesson well, and would like to say “Thank You” for all the things you have done and taught me.

THANK YOU—

You spent weeks at a time away from your family to provide a comfortable life for us. You would stay in sparsely furnished apartment and eat the same pot of goulash all week long. I loved going with you to those apartments during the summer, cooking for you and being the “gopher” on the job site. You would come home on the weekend and fit in all your “fatherly” duties with kindness, love and patience. It was a sacrifice for both you and Mom I know. I learned that your family is always number one, and you do what you have to do to provide.

THANK YOU—

I wasn’t holding up on my end of the bargain in taking care of my dog Whiskers, you said, “We’re getting rid of the dog”. I promptly said “I hate you”. You made me write that out ten times and post it on the refrigerator. I don’t remember how long it hung there, but I do remember how much it hurt to see every time I walked past it. You knew I didn’t mean it, and so did I. I learned two very important lessons from that. First, if you say something you’d better mean it, and that words can hurt. I try to practice those lessons every day. I know now you would have never really gotten rid of my dog.

THANK YOU—

I remember so many times you would tell jokes at the dinner table. Mom would get upset sometimes because they were a little off color and say “Norm”!! You would do that little jig and we would just laugh. You would get that little glint in your eye and that funny grin. I learned that humor can sometimes be your best weapon. I think many would say I’ve learned that lesson very well.
THANK YOU—
You were “green” before they called it that. We picked and cleaned bricks for the house across from the tennis courts in ditches, pig lots and torn down school houses. The shop is built out of “recycled” wood from the University of Iowa Rec Center. My shed is made out of almost exclusively re-purposed materials. I think all we bought was the cement, one window and some shingles. I learned the importance of a dollar.

THANK YOU—

When your construction company went under and we lost the house with the pigpen bricks I was devastated. I remember going into the cubbyhole under the stairs and crying for hours. We moved into the 2 bedroom apartment, you and Mom gave us kids the bedrooms, and your bed was in the living room. I remember being able to hear the upstairs neighbors using the bathroom, and the insulation in the apartment being so bad my sheets froze to the wall in the winter. We eventually bought the Finke house and remodeled it together. You and Mom made sure Kim and my room’s were done first so we could move in first. Some of my fondest memories are in that tiny apartment, and fixing up the Finke house, including scraping 3 layers of wallpaper off the ceilings. I learned that possessions are just that-possessions. Nothing replaces family and hard work will always be rewarded.

THANK YOU—

I think every one of my dates met you in your T-Shirt and underwear while sitting in that big brown recliner. You would be eating peanuts and have skins and shells in your chest hair. You were always polite and said very little, but the message was always loud and clear- “Don’t mess with Norm’s girls”. I learned that quiet strength is powerful, sometimes you say more by not saying a word, and “don’t mess with Norm’s kids-if you do, you’ll be sorry.” Just in case my dates didn’t get that message from you, they got it from my brothers…You must have taught them the same lesson.

THANK YOU—

Every remodeling project I have had has your stamp on it. I am really the least apt of all the kids when it comes to the construction trade. You do your best to be patient and teach me things. My husband has learned so much from you, and not only about construction and woodworking. He wasn’t lucky enough to have the same type of father figure in his life. Thank you for showing him the same type of fatherly love you’ve always shown me.

THANK YOU FOR:

Sitting on the porch during thunderstorms counting the seconds between lightning and thunder to see how far away the lightning was.

Going mushrooming on Pansy Hill. We were hot and thirsty and all you had was a Pabst Blue Ribbon. That was my first sip of beer.

Letting me drive home from the pitching clinic in Des Moines. I was only 13 and was driving on the interstate! Mom had a cow when she found out. You calmly said “She did just fine.”

Calling my cats your “grand kitties” and calling to check in on them when they are ill.

I am so fortunate to have grown up in such a close, loving family. The older I get the more I realize how lucky I am. I always assumed everyone had what we have, but really my experience is more the exception not the rule. THANK YOU.

Happy Father’s Day Dad! I Love You

Modern Bag Lady Truth #8

2010-06-18T23:13:00.000-07:00

She who keeps a journal with visuals (like vision boards) and writings finds clarity in this moment, which become pieces from the past that fits nicely into her visions of the future. Besides it's just good to get it out (do not censor) and you can always use the material. Trust me.

Your true vision for your life, rooted in your Born Belief does not accelerate your Traveling Sanctuary to speeds of 100 MPH with the intent of quickly reaching your destination. In moments of clarity your speeds will increase, but your vision will become blurred causing you to slow down or possibility stop along side the road. These moments are as important as the moments of clarity.

Journal Entry June 3rd 2008 (stinking at drawing is no longer an excuse.)

Website Idea June 28, 2009

Believe (thoughts) Act (draw, write, sing, color, express) Go (Visions come to life and connect with others, which reinforces the belief and creates new ones)

Hallmark Cards are Overrated

2010-06-16T22:46:00.000-07:00

Dad,

You made that ring for me when I was a baby.

You taught the neighbor kid a lesson after he peed on me, while mom hosed me off.

You came home with a beard after being on the road. I didn't recognize you. You were void of that beard only two time after, that I can remember.

I had an appreciation for Johnny Carson at a young age. I'm still a night owl.

You brought that cat home from the tavern. She always licked our ears.

You would lay on the couch and I would bring you a glass of Kool-Aid, when we still added sugar.

You bought that camper. I loved it.You hated camping.We went once. It turned into our clubhouse.

We would pack up the U-haul and move. We were expert movers.

You would take us out in your hot rod truck and do cookies. It felt daring and scary and thrilling. I want to live a better story.

You would lay on the couch and I would make and serve you Ritz crackers and peanut butter.

You insisted that Michelle and I drive tanks to be safe, but remember when you helped me buy that Honda after my divorce.

You would blow dry your hair. I didn't know guys did that. I thought it was cool.

We would stay up on long drives to Nebraska when everyone else was sleeping. We would guess what each other was thinking.

You used to make that FUNNY FACE.

You made a speech once in a high school gym and I was in awe.

You gave waitresses a hard time when we would go to lunch after church.

You and I would go chop wood together. I would drive the straight stick out to the wood chopping spot. That's when I learned to drive.

We have serious deep conversations.

You graduated from a couch to a recliner. That's when I was old enough to make and serve you banana cream pie and rolls on Sundays.

We started calling you Norman Claus after Dean forced us girls to sneak at our presents under the bed.

I can't imagine calling a baby Norman.

You helped on every remodeling project I ever undertook with my husbands.

I called you on the phone screaming because there was a snake in my kitchen.

When I was a pre-teen, I'd rather hang out with you working construction than anything else.

I realized you weren't perfect and the love and respect remained.

I remember when those iron workers whistled at me before they knew I was YOUR daughter.

I remember the first time I made the dump truck, dump. I thought I was hot shit.

I know there's a solution to anything.

Remember that time Brian forgot his belt buckle at the rest stop and you whipped the car around in the ditch to go back and get it? Boy, were you mad. (Cadillacs used to be tanks.)

Remember when you bought that Matador car? What were you thinking?

I've learned that silence speaks loudly.

You always ordered the BIG Roast Beef sandwich at Hardies. To this day I love that sandwich.

You used to buy stuff from those television ads.This is how I knew you were still a kid at heart. Can you believe Ronco is still around?

You used to eat suckers all the time. I found a picture of Grandma with a sucker. It was the swirly LifeSaver kind. That made me smile.

In some pictures I'm the cute one and in others it's Michelle.

I look really young in these pictures too.

I'm pretty sure you're the only one in our family with blue eyes. Gavin is the only one in our family with blue eyes.

You like Johnny Cash and Johnny Horton. Oh and Dolly Parton.

I know what's it like to want to sit quietly, in solitude. Yet, silliness and laughter are at home to this same space. The contrasts puzzle me at times.

I still tell that flashlight story and still don't know if it is actually true.

Did you like Sunday family conferences?

I love it when you laugh. It's not roaring. You get this cute grin on your face.

It's okay to cry.

Help Fuel The Ultimate Yellow Joy Machine

2010-06-13T19:38:00.000-07:00

Join Us in Creating The Yellow Joy Machine which will be part of the The Joy Project

Modern B*a*g Ladies Truth: The sooner you find an excuse to find joy, the sooner you can spread it.

Pick your joy color. Be prepared to find the joy in that color every day. Take a picture. Add an applicable caption about your joy. Post it here on the Yellow Joy Machine.

Survivors today have many outlets to break the silence and move forward with healing. The intent of The Joy Project is to give survivors a chance to show the world what living a joyful life means; to express joy though art, poems, pictures and videos that actually define what joy is, where it is found, what it looks like, what it means, and how to live it. It is a chance to shift the focus from trauma to joy.

Tracie, Vanessa, Megan and I will work on a submission video montage while at the conference.

The Joy Project is open to all attendees of The Army of Angels Conference. Learn more about the conference.

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KISSS My B and Get on with It

2010-06-09T23:40:00.000-07:00

I came downstairs 90 minutes ago and I am just now starting to write. I guess I could blame my daughter for distracting me. She came down stairs to see what mom was doing. She actually asked if she could help me find a suitable bag for our scavenger hunt. (We interrupt this blog post to interject some mystery and shamelessly coax you into reading to the end. Just pretend you are watching the news as they break for commercial, "When we return breaking news on several Jesus sightings,")

I feel like I am getting too caught up in the details, which may be my way of putting off what is really important, MY MISSION.

Modern B*a*g Ladies is an inclusive sisterhood. Our mission is to fuel each others Beliefs, so we are charged to take Action and Go to our dreams.

We will spread our new found joy, shred our own and others fears and just have more fun. We are real! We are not yes ladies! We are OH YES Ladies and it feels great!

So I've made a decision. Which is that I will make a decision and GO!!! You know the "A" and "G" in the bag, realizing there's a false "B" (borrowed belief) which is hissing in my ear, "You can't do that. Blah, Blah and Blah."

I'm going to KISS my bought and borrowed beliefs and get on with it. Keep it Simple Super Star! I guess that's KISSS. KISSS the HISS goodbye. Yep I'm talking myself into it. Embrace the process. One small step for Kim. One giant step for KIM being KIND to herself. Gosh you'd think I was trying to walk on the moon here. Actually, sometimes it feels like it.

Here's some action words for all you Discover Your B*a*g OH Yes Ladies: Reading, Thinking, Talking. All very nice verbs indeed. Necessary? YES. Enough? NO. Reading will inspire you and get you thinking. It may teach you a new skill. I talk about wonderful books all the time. I tell people my plans, but when it comes right down to it I need to blister my feet and callus my hands more. This involves forcing myself into a corner and finding my way out. You must force change upon yourself. You can't read and get it. Think it and get. Talk about it and get it. You must want it bad enough that you are willing to lose going after it and then get back up again and fight some more.

So, today on my way to work I see a man walking. I see more people walking these days. One morning I saw a woman walking. She was carrying a purse. How many people carry their purse on a walk meant for exercise? I turn the truck around. Approaching her I lower the window and ask if she needed a ride. No I'm just walking. I kind of felt stupid. I see her almost every day now and it makes me smile. I honor anybody committed to more exercise. Yet, for all I know she had her car repossessed and now she has to walk to work. Either way she walks in a proud way.

A robe, long beard, sandals, walking stick, large rosary and a backpack. "Should I stop?" I lower my speed, holding up traffic behind me. My sister picked up a hitch hiker once. Dad sternly schooled her in the dangers of picking up strangers. "I am on a major highway. What could happen? There's too many witnesses." I increase my speed. "This is going to delay my arrival to work." Blinker on, I make a quick U turn and head back toward "Jesus".

I approach and lower my window, "Is there anything I can do for you?" I don't remember what he says. He looks very normal except for his clothes. "Are you on a pilgrimage?" "Do you walk everywhere?" He explains that yes indeed a pilgrimage. The first in 7 years as he as been ill. I offer him $10. He can not accept money, only food, water and shelter. He had his lunch for today and today only. He explained that he was part of some brotherhood order. "Safe journey. I will be praying for you." He replied, "And I will pray for you as well." I do another U turn and he continues to walk. "Dang I could have offered him my orange I had packed for my lunch today." I momentarily hear that hissing in my ear.

3 years ago I would not have stopped for either traveler. Sad, but true. In a small way this is a step towards the blisters and the calluses. Writing tonight did not come easy. It is a labor of love or an emotional labor I wrote about in my article on The Survivor Manual titled, Sister Subsets and Brother Brackets.

I will continue to read, think and talk. Apparently it's inspiring some worthy actions. I must be kind to myself and travel ahead with faith and less fear. Did you know the most quoted commandment in the bible is "do not fear?" I shared a kind word and hope with a man that looked like Jesus today. Knowing that he is praying for me brings me comfort. I leave this post off to bed sending loving energy to him and a few others. It is a worthy action. Necessary? YES!

"Pretty" Flipping Amazing

2010-06-06T08:20:00.000-07:00

This is called, "Sharing Your (H(E)art." You're pretty amazing!!!

Truth Seeking in Hot Wings ~ Riding the Wave

2010-06-04T21:57:00.000-07:00

Seriously I just ate a whole order of Dominoes hot wings. Good thing I grazed solely on fruits and vegetable all day leading up to my truth seeking hot sauce mission. Truly today was pretty tough, yet I was strangely calm, for me anyway. Today we found out the my dad's cancer is back after 10 years of remission.

So, mom called with the news this morning while I was at work. She handed the phone over to dad. At first I was pretty calm, but then I started to cry a bit. That was hard for dad, as it was all pretty fresh, just getting the call from the doctor and all. He handed the phone back to mom.

We talked again tonight. This time it was more like the normal Kim and dad talking kind of stuff. I was telling him all about Angela's Bible Road Trip, beings dad and I have always had deep philosophical "truth seeking" talks, ever since I was about 12 or so. I went on to tell him about the process of re-doing my website and the plans for Modern B*a*g Ladies. He said, "As long as you are seeking the truth it will all work out." I do believe that.

Tonight he asked me to write about the days to come, as we face whatever this cancer journey has in store for us. Dad has a feeling about it. I know about those types of feelings, as the power of feminine can transcend gender. Let's take a little jaunt.

I want to take you to the sanctuary of my grandma’s home. I’m going to close my eyes while painting a picture of the experience with my Grandma Veronica. Our family of 6 would enter into this modest bungalow after a long car drive. Grandma’s house was lived in. No plastic covered couches or fine breakables to be concerned with. The breakfast nook was on the right as we entered the back door. We would be eating breakfast there the next morning, watching birds outside the window at the birdbath and feeders. Red Cardinals! (My brother claims this is an inaccurate recollection. Cardinals don't aren't found that far north. He's wrong.)

As I walk into the dining room I see the table where we played games and did puzzles. I think I did that Under Dog puzzle hundreds of times. Toby the parakeet flew freely and swooped down and perched on grandma’s shoulder. Handmade paper helicopters with paperclips, launched from the top of the stairs. I was fascinated with tossing things down the laundry chute. We would venture down to the basement to retrieve our parachuted items, making out way to play a game of dart; you know the real kind with sharp points. Occasionally, I would sleep with grandma. I remember feeling the most peaceful feeling laying with grandma, a peace that I hadn’t felt much in my life until recently. I later learn from my dad, that while lying with my grandmother she was most certainly in a state of prayer.

As I grew older, visits to my grandma’s, grew further and further apart. I was getting on with my life. I slowly but surely, began to bury my born beliefs, with bought and borrowed ones. How could I be so eager to leave this sanctuary behind? Both the physical and the one within my heart.

Later in life I learn that within the sanctuary of my grandma’s home, she was a victim of abuse by her second husband, who was an alcoholic. Her first husband, my grandfather, passed away when my dad was only 6. My father tells me stories, that as a teenager, he would attempt to defend and protect his mother. Iggy spent much of their money on alcohol. My grandmother and 3 sons were left with little. She eventually divorced Iggy. She struggled so hard for herself and her sons, yet I know she never lost faith. I know this because I was there with her feeling her love. I felt safe. I was safe with grandma. My dad says I am very much like my Grandma Veronica. I feel her presence with me much of the time.

My dad once spoke of his father's passing and recollects his mother, my Grandmother Veronica, fainting upon hearing the news.

Veronica couldn't have imagined the power she possessed as a young woman. Grandma Veronica did not have power over others. She did not have an abundance of money and had more than her share of hard times, which required her to reach deep inside to access her power. Her life and well being of her 3 sons depended on it.

I am the benefactor of my grandmother's feminine power, which transcended through my dad to me. I must do my best to honor this gift and share it with others.

In the windows surrounding my kitchen sink I perch birds figurines. Yellow, Red, Brown. Occasionally I see a real cardinal outside. Oh grandma, I know you're there, guiding me to the truth.

I leave you tonight with this; Travel I say. Reach out in search of the truth and if you happen upon a full order of Dominoes hot wings along the way, well hell sometimes you'll have a weak moment. Accept the fact that you ate the whole thing and set out again. I'd say I left this day on a pretty damn good note.

Modern Bag Lady Truth #7

2010-06-01T21:59:00.000-07:00

You raise the collective JOY meter to F when you're smiling, laughing, singing and dancing OR when you put the "ing" in your "A". What's your ING-AY, today?

HONK!!! HONK!!

Universal Truth: Burning dirty, cruddy fuel in our cars pollutes the air we breathe.

Middle Pieces - Fundraiser Enchanted Makeovers

2010-05-26T06:01:00.001-07:00

On May 16th I had the opportunity to speak at the St. Alphonsus Mother Daughter Sister Luncheon. St. Alphonsus church is my childhood church. When I presented at the ladies retreat a year ago, Rev. Joseph P. V. Phung invited me to speak about the non-profit, Enchanted Makeovers, as a team member. When I pulled up to the church on Sunday May 16th I recalled how I dreaded going to church as a youngster. What a contrast on that day. I was thrilled to pull up to the church with my mom. I thank the women who represented God's love in action back when I was young. They provided the framework for which I build upon today. The luncheon raised $600 for Enchanted Makeovers. I share a short story I wrote at the end of the photo montage. Enjoy!

Your Gift & Art Lead Others Down Their Path ~ Connect ~ Share

2010-05-24T10:15:00.000-07:00

He said, "You are a closet intellect, seeker of the truth." Intellect means many things and the idea that he thought my intellect was in seeking the truth, well when you connect with someone it's a divine assignment.

He gave me a gift last week, not having any idea the timeliness and meaning. See when you treasure art, create art and share yourself and your (H)art, amazing things happen.

He read it once on the back of a book and made a copy. He made a copy of the copy and shared it with me.
It reads:

When a man literally walks in the light of his soul and the clear light of the sun pours through him - revealing the Path - it reveals at the same time the Plan. Simultaneously however he becomes aware of the fact that the Plan is very far as yet from consummation. The dark becomes more truly apparent. The chaos and misery and failure of the world groups stand revealed. The filth and dust of the warring forces are noted, and the whole sorrow of the world bears down upon the astounded, yet illuminated aspirant. Can he stand this pressure? Can he become indeed acquainted with grief and yet rejoice forever in the divine consciousness? Has he the ability to face what the light reveals and still go his way with serenity, sure of the ultimate triumph of good? Will he be overwhelmed by the surface evil and forget the heart of love which beats behind all outer seeming? This situation should ever be remembered by the disciple, or he will be shattered by the disciple, or he will be shattered by what he has discovered..... Alice A. Bailey.

PEACE This is the word that comes to mind now. He explains, "This had certain meaning long ago when I first read this. It has more and different now. I thought you would appreciate this." He will never know the extend of it; that is was the Plan way back (the copy, which now is a copy of a copy). Peace in connectedness and not so much the spoken word.

I am now on a path of discovering Alice A. Baily. You could join me or you could be on the hunt for that copy you made years ago that belongs to someone you know.

Your Gift is your Art. Share. Connect. It leads you down your path of Discovering Your B*a*g.

Much To Do! Yes Much to do about Everything

2010-05-22T08:32:00.000-07:00

Much To Do About Nothing

A comedy by Williams Shakespeare - The title implies that a great fuss (“much ado”) is made of something which is insignificant (“nothing”) such as the unfounded claims of Hero’s infidelity. (Wikipedia reference)

Everything you do affects everything else, so what are you doing? (what Shakespeare's play was really about and what modern day Shakespeare Angela Shelton says)

Much To Do About Everything

Love yourself ~ Harm Yourself

Apple ~ Twinkie (with Shrek green filing?)

Can Do ~ Don't Care

Three Steps Forward ~ Two Steps Back

Fulfilled ~ Regret

Respectfully Speak Your Mind ~ Stuff it Down

Risk ~Never Try

Forgiveness ~ Poison

Positive Inner Speak ~ Negative Inner Speak

Accepting ~ Blame

Acknowledging Mistakes and Making Different Choices

Your Labels Are Showing (little article I wrote over at The Survivor Manual that you should read)

Now imagine this. Everything you do affects everything else AND it's like screaming it into a megaphone for everyone to hear, see, feel, etc and so on.

Tell us what you're doing. I know it's something amazing. Please share because you are an inspiration and we need that because THERE'S MUCH TO DO.

Together We Can Lift the Sky

2010-05-16T08:23:00.000-07:00

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I've read Half the Sky, by Nicholas D. Kirstof and Sheryl Wudunn who happen to be winners of the Pulitzer Prize AND are a husband and wife team.

The book provides an insight on the oppression of women in developing countries and how and why, as a society, we need to lift this oppression together, men and women.

It is hard to believe the stories of sex slavery and the inhumane actions towards young women. Even more unbelievable is that some women who are products of this oppression eventually oppress other women. It is estimated that 3 million women and girls are enslaved into the sex trade, compared to 80,000 slaves shipped annually across the Atlantic from Africa in the 1780's, which declined to 50,000 between 1811 and 1850.

As I read I wonder, "What can I do about this and what about the needs of women in our own backyards?" Consider this, the countries that severely oppress women are the countries that breed terrorism and radical extremist. Now that certainly hits home.

I live where I have many freedoms, but I see remnants of the oppression described in this book, at my front door. Still many companies, organizations, communities and families do not know the value in gender diversity. Many women are not confident in the value they provide. In many ways, believing that, as a country, we are very "female" forward thinking has us stuck in mediocrity. As I learn more about domestic violence against women and childhood sexual abuse, I realize there is still so much more work that needs to be done here in the good ole USA.

Whether you are inclined to fight the oppression of women closer to home or across the oceans you will be inspired and motivated into action by reading this book. Vast bodies of water do not separate us from them. What happens there affects what happens here and vise versa , for we are all connected.

If women hold up half the sky, men hold up the other half. Its about valuing every body's contribution to the whole and allowing everybody to be themselves. When we say women should stand together, we are not saying, "Women together can stand alone". We are saying "Let's support other women in their contribution to holding up the sky. Its not a competition.

Fun Field Day Follow Friday

2010-05-14T08:48:00.000-07:00

Such a great Friday. Aren't they all though. Today was an especially fun one, so I decided I would make it Fun Field Day Follow Friday. Get on Twitter and follow these twitter birds.

@princeboucher - When you want to be the best work with the best. Hoping to get focused on my social media presence. @princeboucher and @followtheprince will be key to that success. You can't do everything yourself for gosh sakes.

@thearmyofangels - A subset of the universal sisterhood. Together we surround each other with light and support each. Go check out the twitter birds following @thearmyofangels and you will get connect with Angels.

@owningpink - @lissarankin is the driving force behind this community, another subset of the universal sisterhood. Starting to tweet with her community. Can things get any better? Hell yah. Get connected with your Pink MOJO. More joy!!!! Never gets old.

@KatBrogan - Yes the better half of @ChrisBrogan. She cracks me up. Smart. Clever. Fun. She either doesn't know much about social media or pretends she doesn't. I feel she's very much her own person and frankly she doesn't need to know about social media for you to appreciate her presence there. It's just a tool, right!

Make it a great weekend. LOVE YOU ALL for you just being you. GO! FIGHT! WIN! Spread Joy. Shred Fear. Have Fun.

Your Bag's not Always My Bag but the Survey Says.....

2010-05-13T17:38:00.002-07:00

The Modern B*a*g Ladies Traveling Sanctuary Tote survey results are in.

Totes #1 and #3 got equal votes for most liked, but interestingly enough also got equally high votes for least liked.

Shoulder Straps and zippers were popular requested options
Consensus is that you need a functional tote.

Thank you so much for your feedback as I research and prepare to launch Discover Your B*a*g Traveling Sanctuary Scavenger Hunt.

It's more scavenger hunt than map.
It's a tote bag that coaches. Not a Coach bag.
It's a tote bag that reminds you to fuel yourself first.
It's a tote bag that is a conversation piece, which allows you to voice your passions.

THEN the items you discover can be placed on the outside of a fabulous Modern B*a*g Ladies handbag if you'd like. This month MBL was featured in local women's magazine Rochester Women.

Imagine your story on these designs. You choose from 5 designs, 5 canvas colors, and patchwork or tic-tac layout of your items which tell your story. Your items consist of anything cloth, graphic design that can be transferred to cloth or anything that can be sewn onto the handbag.

Follow the Signs.....

2010-05-12T12:51:00.000-07:00

I don't know her real name. I know her as Delightfully Tacky. She had a dream. She had a dream to travel the country in a 1973 Winnebago Brave D-20T. "BRAVE". She planned. She saved. She searched. AND she realized her dream which starts a journey all over again. In my heart of hearts I want to be her or go with her on this leg of the trip. Her quest exemplifies the Modern B*a*g Ladies philosophy. She is a Traveling Sanctuary in a Brave Traveling Sanctuary.

I don't know her in person. I know her spirit. AND I love her for following her dream. Today I cheer out loud for her accomplishment.

My message for you today is.... Follow the Signs. They light up as you hover over them. Trust me they will take you places. WHAT'S YOUR BRAVE WINNEBAGO? GET A PICTURE OF IT POST IT ON YOUR BATHROOM MIRROR. GO FOR IT. DO IT FOR YOU. DO IT FOR THE SISTERHOOD.

Follow the link (sign), trust me you will see how passion and following your intuition will manifest into your dreams.

http://www.delightfully-tacky.com/2010/05/i-could-go-anywhere-with-you.html

The Age of Woman - Feminine Presence Expands

2010-05-05T20:11:00.000-07:00

Tonight I end the blogging drought. I've been writing, just not here. For some reason I needed to pull myself to it and force my mind and heart open to let if flow out. I felt at a lose for a compelling subject, yet overwhelmed with gratefulness and peacefulness.

Tonight I was drawn to the word Goddess. I've been aware of Chameli Ardagh for some months now, but not until tonight have I watched her videos. I had an OH Yes moment watching and listening to her calming empowering presence. "We are Goddesses overstimulated with testosterone and masculinity." I am a witness to the compromising and devaluing of this Goddess~Feminine Presence. I am also a witness to its expansion. This is the cause of my gratefulness and peacefulness.

It is an expansion, rather than a rising. There is a fullness, an inclusiveness and a filling of the dark cracks. It's not set on targets, for which to aim and fire, for if not met with sharpness are seen as failures. It's not a new way, rather a returning to which has been waiting patiently, growing in strength.

I reach out and I join my sisters with love and gratitude. I know with my whole heart I am here with you, for the purpose of expanding the feminine presence.

Thank You to all women! Love and thanks to the women that have touched my heart in a very personal way.

My daughter (young woman) Paige: You amaze me every day and remind me that the more I return to myself the more I am like you. I Love You. Our dance is the perfection of dork dances.

Terry Grahl of Enchanted Makeovers: Thank you for teaching me the power of faith and the power of an enchanted dream. I believe, that make believe stories, do come true. I Love You. We dance.

Karla: We walked. We talked. You've been there for the past three years listening to my dreams. We've laughed and we've cried and come out the other side looking and feeling pretty damn good. I Love You. We dance.

Dawn: I look forward to spending more time together. We can be ourselves together: fun, a little naughty and serious. I Love You. We dance.

Angela Shelton: Thank you for giving me the courage to be myself and to get my ass off the fence. Your authenticity and transparency shine bright. Your believing is more contagious than pink eye. I Love You. We Dance.

The Army of Angels: There are many Angels and most I have never directly interacted either in person, phone or email. We share the same space in cyberspace either through Facebook, Twitter, Ustream or our blogs. Most people I interact with in person wouldn't understand the bond we have or understand my overwhelming sense of anticipation in meeting many of you in October at the Army of Angels Conference. Our collective courage, joy and feminine presence transcends the vast spaces. Diann, you represent the rock. A solid foundation to build upon and expand. I Love You. We Dance. Tracie, you represent a kind joyful spirit that floats like a butterfly. I Love You. We Dance. Meggs, you represent the true riches of this world. You have an inner fire that burns and fuels your greatness. I Love You. We Dance. Vanessa, you represent the middle pieces, which is that inner knowing and trusting. I Love You. We Dance. Kerri, you represent smiles and bubbles. I Love You. We Dance.

When our feminine power is shared it expands and our collective intuition is strengthened. When I read what Sheena wrote about me I know it represented this collective intuition, which only happens when one shares of herself and another listens intently. Sheena has what I like to say is, "I know that she knows that I know." I Love You. We Dance.

She dances and she spreads joy. And even though her dances are fun and awesome, I think they are also the tribal dances that people do when they prepare for battle. She is armed with joy and power and in her fun dances, she manages to change the world and make you smile.

Together we stand in our Feminine Presence, where I can stand in a the depths of my spirit, a spirit that is so serious and dorky at the same time. The beating of the drum gets louder. It echoes. It expands. Find your rhythm. Play your instrument. Join in!

We Interrupt this Blogcast......

2010-04-14T20:15:00.000-07:00

14 days into my blogcast interruption. April 28th BLOGGING BREAK IS OVER BUT MY FOCUS ON MY PATH IS NOT! Amazing things have happened in the past 2 weeks. Can't wait to share starting tomorrow. The power of unity, caring and love for each others can move mountains and hearts. I am a witness. I am changed for life.

I See You. I See Me.
Pass the Buck. What the Cluck
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2010-04-11T22:45:00.000-07:00

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A Reason to surround yourself with people you admire - Chris Brogan

2010-04-10T16:31:00.000-07:00

Chris Brogan challenged his readers to write a quick blog post about the importance of story in our lives. It's so like him to give a call to action and is one reason I follow him. You need people like that in your life, whether that be on the web or in person. Funny thing is that I did this "assignment" many months ago, which goes to show that the most important thing to do is to start creating your body of work even when you are not aware of where each piece will fit together. I refer to a dream in this post, which was a symbol of how critical we can be of ourselves. Some time later, I had another dream. A crowd of people where gathered in a small community hall. The windows were open. It was a beautiful spring day. All at once every person turned their heads and ears towards the open windows. Smiles formed upon their lips. A beautiful song could be heard.

January 5, 2009 - When you view your life as a story it becomes magical, even when it doesn't bring a happy ending. It's the magic of purpose, awareness, understanding, connectedness. To tell is to listen. To listen is to tell. "Life, I'm listening."

So you see, my purpose is to tell stories and it is so freaking FUN! I have given myself permission to view the world with a young. hopeful heart and mind. I have given myself permission to be truthful, honest and open. I have given myself permission to be myself, while realizing my inner critic can be as harsh as Simon Cowell. I actually came to myself in my dream, disguised as Simon Cowell, just so I could tell myself my writing stunk. This proved to me that we are our harshest critics.

So I say, "Simon Cowell, stick it up you know where" and I will continue to wake up saying, "Good morning world, what will I write about today?"

I journal, post on my blog and write a weekly newsletter, which would be quite the surprise to Mr. Wilkerson, the toughest English teacher in southeast Iowa's tri-county area.

So what's Kim's point today? Blah blah blah, get to the point. Even if you can't quite find the time to journal, don't want to start a blog or don't have a fan base that you fantasize soaks up every single word of your newsletter (a girl's gotta dream), you should view your life like you are required to share it through the written word. Why? Because when you are looking for material you have to be open, aware. You start to see the thread that connects the dots. You again view the world through your children's eyes. Besides story telling is fun even when you're reading silently to yourself.

Honestly, I write for me and I hope you get some enjoyment from it as well. And Mr. Wilkerson, I give myself an "A" for this post.

Modern Bag Lady Truth #6

2010-04-09T21:17:00.000-07:00

Your #1 job is to help other people be successful because you sure in the "H" "E" DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS (well maybe oars in this case) can't do all this "stuff" by yourself.

Seriously folks, think about it. Where does this truth not apply? I challenge you to think of one area in life that is not about helping others succeed. For example, the hard working person that picks up your garbage from he curb each week is helping you succeed by clearing your creative space (your home or business) from clutter and filth. You therefore can be be productive and creative. Challenge me on this one and leave a comment.

I'm reading this awesome book by Tom Peters, The Little Big Things, 163 Ways To Pursue Excellence. Actual it's more like a travel guide I will have with me at all time in my Traveling Sanctuary B*a*g. Where doesn't excellence apply? And what is Tom Peters doing with this book, but if not helping others succeed. I don't care if you are a mom home schooling your precious children or the "head cheese in charge" of a billion dollar company, excellence matters. So, I say this book is for everyone. I'm saying so because I want you to succeed in whatever your heart desires.

Here's Tom's thoughts on the subject of what I believe to be Your #1 Job. "The "business" of leaders at all levels is to help those in their charge (like the person in charge of your garbage) develop beyond their dreams- which in turn almost automatically leads to "all that other stuff," such as happy customers, happy stock-holders, happy communities."

Universal Truth: You are a leader to someone. (How are you doing?)

Music

2010-04-02T21:52:00.000-07:00

I shall not live without music.

It seeps into my pores.

(1)The beat, I See.
(2)The beat, I Hear.
(3)The beat, I Feel.
(4)The beat, I Taste.
(5)The beat, I Smell.
1 - 2 -3 - 4 - 5
Music is the 6th

Dance in my head. Dance in my seat. Dance on the floor. Dance on the table. DANCE.

I shall not live without music.

Singer, songwriters, who don't do it for the fame but may accept it just the same, consider this a nod from across from the room. Our eyes meet and you know what you mean to me. It pours in. I dance through life. I am rich. Sometimes I cry. I will never be the same.

Inspired by Chad Elliott. Please visit his website.

Modern Bag Lady Truth #5

2010-03-31T21:10:00.000-07:00

The sooner you find an excuse to find joy, the sooner you can spread it.

For some unknown reason the GPS kept activating on my phone. Well it had to be the Dorky Mom FBI division seeking out their top operative for another mission. I was ready and willing to serve my fellow Dorky Moms. I awaited the arrival of the SUV. I would be briefed on the newly released inappropriate jokes and dork dances. Goal: embarrass our children and make them fearful of growing old and acting just like their mothers.

I tweeted two of my informants, Tracie and Meagan. I would be parachuting down momentarily. We were instructed to seek out yellow colored objects in which to construct THE ULTIMATE YELLOW JOY MACHINE.

Universal Truth: Everyone has a purpose. It doesn't start by finding it. It starts by giving it to yourself. It leads you and pulls you towards IT. A continuous cycle of mystery and discovery. The pursuit.

I See You. I See Me. I'm in Awe.

2010-03-29T20:26:00.000-07:00

When I see you, I see me. I'm in awe. You're beautiful. You're smart. You're brave. I know you fart.

When I see you. I wonder how to be. That could be bad if that makes me feel less of me. Yes I doubt myself from time to time, but so do you. I know this to be true. When I see me. I see you.

The room is filled with 325 beautiful women. She has style. That one has grace. She can sing. Kelly and I exchange possum stories. Really? Yes really. Its amazing what will bind two complete strangers, so talk and listen. Kelly started a blog a day after we spoke. I love her for that. She has an amazing story. She has overcome so many things and she is making a difference in other's lives. Possum stories? Really? Yes really. I'll never forget Kelly.

Some think Twitter is a waste of time. I met Patti Digh (@pattidigh) via Danielle LaPorte (daniellelaporte) on Twitter. Their rants, wisdom and love shared through this Twitter thing is part of my customized daily newspaper. There are some pretty cool dudes that find space on these pages as well. Patti says, "Sit the hell down and write." 10-4, Patti. That's what I am doing right now. Danielle says, "I no sooner want to be balanced than I want to be a “good” girl. “Balance” is not something I want to live down to." Now this is a good read for us busy, busy, busy, control freaks.

I did a vision board a year ago. Turning my intuition into visual art has resulted in me being awe struck. Click on the vision board link and get going on yours today. Inspire me. Please, please do. When I see you, I see me.

If I told you that I loved you, would you believe me? Believe me or not, I do. Why? Because I can and it makes me feel good. Hating, just sucks.

I know this seems like an odd ending, but you should never fake an orgasm or pretend to be someone you're not. The real you is awe inspiring. The beautiful. The ugly. The hurting. The loving. Don't' fake you. I won't fake me.

Modern Bag Lady Truth #4

2010-03-27T16:28:00.000-07:00

She who insists on constantly riding "too busy highway" will run out of fuel just before "get real" exit.

Universal Truth: Old habits are hard to break and new ones hard to create. Unfortunately, sometimes we need a good kick in the ass.

Modern Bag Lady Truth #3

2010-03-23T20:43:00.000-07:00

It literally stinks (: () when you have to throw away your most comfortable, holey, beloved pair of underwear. And when you finally build up of the courage to bid a farewell, odds are all your other comfortable pair of underwear need to be laundered.

Universal Truth: Growth and excellence both have a healthy dose of discontent.

Housework (Life's Work) is Never Done

2010-03-20T21:47:00.000-07:00

This a reminder to embrace what life gives us, keeping in mind our life's purpose. Our work is never done. "Its a good thing".

**Newsflash ** Newsflash**

Attention all family members inhabiting the Lampe domain we call a home.

In an attempt to eliminate all housework we will adopt the following rules of engagement.....

Air will be our only source of nourishment as not to dirty a dish or create any waste required to be hauled out as trash.

We can no longer wear clothing that could be soiled, so therefore we must remain in our own domain as not to be arrested for indecent exposure.

We will sleep standing up so not to soil bedding.

A huge bubble will be constructed around our home sealing off all dirt and dust.

We can not exit this bubble hence being contaminated with outside dirt, which could be carried into our bubble.

Personal hygiene, now that my be a tricky one. I guess no showers, shaving or brushing our teeth. Can't be dirtying any vessels with soap scum, toothpaste or whiskers. Hmm, consuming air probably eliminates, elimination.

Hey as much I dislike housework and dislike more that it is the never ending story, let's just face it, "The dirt, trash, soap scum and sweat is worth the living of our lives". The day the housework ends is the day our life has ended.

As I climb the stairs, littered with stuff, I will take one thing at a time and put it back in its place. As I wash each dish I will feel blessed that we have been nourished with the food placed upon it. As I wash each piece of clothing I will be reminded of the the worthy work we did that day. As I suck up dirt with my very lovely Kirby I am happy to be getting much needed exercise.

Now go live your life, get dirty, do the housework and enjoy it damn it! Oh ya, ask for help!

The world deserves your gifts. Don't hold back. Spread your joy. shred your fear and have a little fun.

Modern Bag Lady Truth #2

2010-03-18T06:26:00.000-07:00

When you view yourself as a Traveling Sanctuary™ your motor is passion and purpose, your fuel is joy and love, and your fumes nourish the universe.

Universal Truth - Our spiritual environment and physical environment are connected. Both need a green approach.

Bag Lady Truth #1

2010-03-17T19:04:00.000-07:00

If God & the Universe work in mysterious ways, than there is a mystery novel implanted into your heart at birth. Can't read a book by sticking it on your head. Open the pages. Reveal the mystery.

Universal truths: Childlike ~ Open ~ Books ~ Read

I'm a Millionaire ~ Cha-Ching

2010-03-15T19:32:00.000-07:00

I’ve seen many articles, studies and books on the subject of happiness these days, many on the relationship between money and happiness. It got me to thinking about my “millions”. Do I have a million of anything? Here is my top ten list, for which I am thankful.

(Dancing B*a*g Lady Millionaire cruises town on her tricycle.)

1. I know I have had multi-millions of seconds of joy, love, fun, happiness

2. I have had multi-millions of seconds of learning life’s lessons through sadness and hard work.

3. After 20 years with the same company I have 2.6 million seconds of earned vacation every year (6 weeks). I spend at least 1 million seconds of this (11.5 days) vacation seconds with my husband and children.

4. I have earned 1 million pennies ($10,000) a few times a year, which weighs 6273 pounds and if stacked together would measure 4 feet wide, 5 feet tall and 12 inches thick.

5. I inhale approximately 1 million times every 70 days.

6. I inhale approximately 1 million cubic inches of air each day.

7. My heart beats approximately 35 million times a year.

8. I am sure I have listened to at least 1 million beats of music in my life time.

9. There are 304 million humans in the United States. I view them all as my brothers and sisters.

10. Hey we have 100 billion brain cells! BONUS!!!!!! This is more than there are stars in the galaxy. Just imagine what we can create with our 100 billion brain cells.

So if I used the millions I have today to bring 1 million dollars into my bank account what would I do with it? And would it give me happiness? As I read an article from the St. Paul Pioneer Press, “Rewarding Life” it claims recent research shows maybe money really can buy you happiness, if you spend it the right way”, I think it depends on what the million dollars is for.
How many millions of seconds of love, joy, fun and happiness would I sacrifice for the 1 million dollars? I see it this way; if by pursuing my dreams and being true to myself I earn 1 million dollars I hit the double bonus.

I think we would all agree that we are pursuing our dreams for more than 1 million dollars. We are in it for the multi-millions of seconds of joy, love, fun, happiness we can give ourselves, our families and the world.

What came first the chicken or the egg? If the chicken was the 1 million dollars and the egg was multi-millions of seconds of joy, love, fun & happiness, I would say the egg.

Let’s use our millions to spread joy, shred fear and have more fun!!!

Charisma, Passion, Fruit and Pies ~ Very Interesting

2010-03-10T18:27:00.000-08:00

I conducted a mini vision board workshop with a women's networking group a week ago. I shared with them the whats, wheres and why's of vision boards, based on an article I wrote for http://www.survivormanual.com/, entitled, More Scavenger Hunt than Map. You should really click on the article to learn more about this visual aid to creating your hopes, dreams, passions and goals.

I was picking up magazines, scissors and glue sticks, as I approached a gal to ask about her vision board. It oozed of passion. I had observed her in previous meetings. I could tell she loved life. I knew that she made homemade soaps and hand lotions, but that was all I knew. As she discussed the items she had placed on her vision board she says to me, "I find you so interesting." Me? Interesting? Sure, why not.

Here's the truth, everybody is interesting. Here's our obstacles, #1 most don't share themselves and #2 most don't care to listen when somebody cares to share themselves. So, her making the comment about me being interesting was a win-win. I shared my passion, she cared enough to listen and I asked her what she was passionate about. I found her interesting. How couldn't I.

I started to read, Give Your Speech, Change the World, How to Move Your Audience to Action, by Nick Morgan this week. I did something that night, while giving my speech, that was apparently on target according to this book. I think we would all agree that speakers with charisma have the ability to captivate their audience. Well, charisma isn't a gene. It is simply expressiveness, which is being open to your audience and sharing you and your passions. Now imagine yourself as this passion flower below. Look how interesting it looks. It's no wonder they named this flower "passion". It's sharing everything. How can you not be captivated.

PASSION (noun). 1. Great emotion. 2. Determination. 3. The object of passionate love. 4. Suffering

YOU'RE PASSIONATE! At least, I hope you have passion in your lives. If we weren’t, why would we work so hard for our dreams? And DREAMS, I am amazed and overwhelmed by everyone’s stories, struggles, talents, drive and compassion that fuel your dreams. In this virtual community that we belong we are fueling each other’s dreams as well.

Some of our dreams were born from a very immediate financial need. Other dreams were born from the need of self expression, connecting ourselves with our purpose for the world, or a need to solve nagging problems. Mostly our dreams are born out of a combination of all these things.

OBSESSION (noun). 1. Unhealthy fixation. 2. Irrational preoccupation

Can our passions turn into obsessions? It certainly is a possibility especially when we are so passionate about our dreams. To avoid moving from passion to obsession I imagine of my life as one big pie where I mix all my passion fruits (family, business, work, community, husband, brains, heart, suffering). By born inheritance I believe women are much more equipped to mix our fruit and reap the benefits. My 7 year old teaches me something that I can apply to my work. My work teaches me something that I can apply to my personal life. Sharing my whole self in everything I do is me cutting into myself and offering a slice of myself to everyone I encounter. You see my layers.

Just one last thought on PASSION. Suffering is a component of our passion fruit pie and the part that usually holds us back the most. Fear shields us from possible suffering and the non-acceptance that blinds us from the lesson it is here to teach us.

Here's to Charismatic, Mixed Passion Fruit Pie and interesting diner talk.

Birthing a New World - International Women's Day

2010-03-08T20:03:00.000-08:00

I wrote this post last year. A re-post is in order today, International Women's Day. I find it interesting that I feel more comfortable saying, It took balls to do this or that, rather than saying the word vagina. Can you imagine a man saying to another man, "Women (man) that took a huge vagina to take that risk." This makes me laugh out loud. Now let's practice together, "vagina, vagina, vagina." How about, "It took a magnificent birth canal to deliver those types of results."

I had the distinct pleasure of attending a local performance of "The Vagina Monologues" in Red Wing last night. Red Wing, having a population of only 15,000 I feel rather lucky to have The Sheldon Theatre, which brings performing arts to our community.

In the 1990's, playwright, Eve Ensler interviewed over 200 women about their sexuality and their vaginas in particular. From those interviews she wrote "The Vagina Monologues" and performed the show across the country. Ensler was deeply moved by the number painful stories of physical and sexual violence women shared with her after her performances. In response she created, V-Day. V as in Victory, Valentine and Vagina. In February, March and April she permits organizations to produce a Vagina Monologues as a fundraiser. Since 1998, V-Day events have raised over $60 million for local beneficiaries working to end violence against women and girls. Last night's performance benefited our local Goodhue Wabash Sexual Assault Services.

Here's a peek at some of the titles, "The Little Coochie Snorcher That Could", "My Angry Vagina" and "The Flood". The monologues were real, touching, funny and sobering. It fueled my desire to express my true self even more in my work and in my writing. I was so impressed with the women's performances and proud to be a woman......a women with A VAGINA!!!

The performance profoundly echoed my thoughts of "We are real. We are not yes ladies. We are Oh Yes Ladies and it feels really good." It reaffirmed the misconception that all of your private thoughts are to stay private. Headline...... Kim Lampe Loves Her Vagina. Um no, that's not what I meant. It all goes back to being the Traveling Sanctuary. The safe place for others. There will be a day when somebody needs to share some private thoughts. Will you be the safe, secure landing place?

If my vagina could talk it would say, "I hold much power. I will take great care with this power." I am pleasure. I am pain. I'm a *itch. I'm a lover. I give birth, hence my space shifting ability. I have something very important to say. Get down here and listen would you?"

In some weird way I left the performance feeling like all my womanly power was centered in my vagina, which means I must have two hearts and two brains. Watch out world here we come.

"Are My Fangs Showing?"

2010-03-03T20:10:00.000-08:00

I've been here before. Sitting in bed with my electronic journal. Desperate to write a stunning, inspirational, funny, insightful post. I had wanted to write about the wonderful mini vision board workshop I conducted Monday, but my patience has been on my mind quite a bit lately. The light, fun vision board post will need to wait a day or two.

Just a little baffled over how it (my patience) can be like those indestructible Sears Tuffskin jeans, as I brave the morning and as thin as my grandmothers apron by about 7:00 pm. At this hour I find myself in a kind of prayer that is more like a plea. Lord, place some wisdom upon my head and peace upon my heart. "What was so abrasive that it could have gnawed away, at what I believe to be steel infused denim."

I'm convinced it is more likely an inner venom, eating away from the inside out, rather than the outside in. It weakens my fibers, causing minor abrasions to erode away the strands. As quickly as the fangs show, love kicks in and causes a retraction. I wonder, "Is there any mother who has never been at this place I find myself as the day turns to night?" Surely not!? I am also convinced that being a parent is the toughest job, equally weighted with fringe benefits.

Gavin comes home with holes in the knees of his pants more times than I would like. It reveals his action packed day. It seems we have all had "our" day away, ready to drop into the safety net of our home. We do retract the fangs quickly. In an odd way I find comfort in it all, just like Grandma's apron.

I know, a bit dramatic. Thank you for stopping by and listening. Restored peace of mind, yet again.

Perforate Your Heart

2010-02-24T21:27:00.000-08:00

Lacey's Journey of Joy

2010-02-23T20:34:00.000-08:00

Click on badge above to go to Lacey's website for all details.

As we move forward into spring, I will be working hard to promote my newest project, 30 Days of Joy, here at my charity blog site PhotoBlog for Change.

Please sign up to sponsor me by using the FirstGiving badge above, or the widget on the sidebar at the right.

I would also appreciate your help in spreading the word about this project and this site. Please use the html banners or text links below in your websites, blogs, or emails to tell others to sponsor 30 Days of Joy in April 2010!

With this photo blogging project, I will be collecting sponsorships for donation to the Angela Shelton Foundation, to help survivors of abuse and violence to heal and live full and joyful lives. In return for your donations, I will post one photo I have taken, representing joy or healing, each day in the month of April.

April is sexual assault awareness month, and this is a great way to show your support!

Thanks so much, for all your help!
~LaceyValaine

You Always Have A Choice

2010-02-20T12:37:00.000-08:00

The dirty underwear is calling, "Wash me!"

I am catching a break between my daughter's volleyball games at a hometown tournament, so I ran home to write. That was my choice. I can't say I didn't feel a bit selfish leaving. I mean parents are suppose to sign up to help with the event, by taking admissions, helping in the concession stand. If I felt others judgement it was of my own doing. I had a choice and I made it.

I have a choice as I sit here writing; fold 4 loads of clean laundry or write. I made my choice. I do find pleasure and a sense of accomplishment in doing dishing, washing clothes and cleaning toilets. This morning I vacuumed the upstairs hallway and stairs. I couldn't stand it any longer. Admit it ladies, we get a rush when we hear those little particles of unwanted pieces getting sucked into the vacuum. INSTANT GRATIFICATION.

If you have time to follow your passions and keep a spotless house without killing yourself, I am envious. If keeping a spotless house is keeping you so busy, giving you an excuse to avoid your true self, well it is what it is. If you are killing yourself following your passions, you have some choices to make and some decluttering to do.

Most of the time I can accept loads of laundry and a sink full of dishes. I have a full life, but lately I am feeling as if I need to make some difficult choices. They are mine to make, taking into consideration my families well being. We love each other dearly. I know what I need to do and some days I feel I may not be strong enough. We've all been there from time to time.

When I have a choice between, love and fear. I choose love.
When I have a choice between me or you. I choose me, when I am low on fuel and have nothing to give to you. I choose being myself.
When I have a choice between writing or doing dishes. I choose dishes sometimes.
When I have a choice between my intuition (born beliefs) and borrowed beliefs. I choose to do my best to shred my fear, look past borrowed beliefs and go with my intuition.

Making choices means being OK with making some mistakes. Time to let go of some things and make more room for what is important, my passions, my family and helping others. I'm off, back to the high school to watch my daughter play volleyball. Life is a joy. This is what I love about volleyball.

Don't Take the PP Out

2010-02-15T21:33:00.000-08:00

People and Process make the Technology work magic. Never take it out. We must have reverence for where the technology came from.

I am So Damn Passionate about....

2010-02-12T22:00:00.000-08:00

I am so damn passionate about writing that I got out of bed at 12:00 am to write this.

I am so damn passionate about my personal mission that I would do it even if I didn't get paid. (oh ya I'm not making any money, yet.)

I am so damn passionate about hearing the click of the keys that I am not copying and pasting "I am so damn passionate" at the beginning of each sentence.

I am so damn passionate about the mission of Enchanted Makeovers and Angela Shelton that I do my best work when it is in the name of their (our) mission.

I am so damn passionate about seeing somebody's eyes light up when they have an Ah Ha moment. A moment of clarity that sets them down a path of discovering their B*a*g.

I am so damn passionate about joining forces with other passionate travelers of life.

I am so damn passionate about truly being myself.

I am so damn passionate about listening to other's stories.

I am so damn passionate about helping others succeed.

I am so damn passionate about dancing.

WHAT ARE YOU SO DAMN PASSIONATE ABOUT? LIFE WITHOUT PASSION IS MEDIOCRE AT BEST. You know that saying, "pay yourself first." Pay yourself with passion first and the money will come. I believe in your passion. Do you? One can always start with, "I am so damn passionate about finding my passion."

Traveling Sanctuary Sisterhood - Message of Hope

2010-02-09T18:09:00.001-08:00

The Traveling Sanctuary Project™ - A Pillowcase ~ A Card ~ A Message of Hope

Inspired by a poem that came to the Dancing B*a*g Lady while in the stillness, the Project Traveling Sanctuary™ Pillowcase set is a gift that connects women, creates an inclusive sisterhood and raises money to create sanctuaries for women and children living in shelters.

You can share your message of hope with women at New House Shelter.

Visit Enchanted Makeovers website to view the upcoming Recipes of Hope Event.

Comment on this post with your short message of hope.

Modern B*a*g Ladies will transcribe your message on a Traveling Sanctuary postcard.

The numbered postcard will be attached to a pillowcase and gifted to the women living at New House Shelter in Kansas City.

Modern B*a*g Ladies will provide you with a number to match to a return message.

A self address stamped postcard is provided with the pillowcase, so the receiver can return a message of hope.

Modern B*a*g Ladies posts Traveling Sanctuary Sisterhood messages on website, Facebook and Twitter.

Purchase a Traveling Sanctuary Project pillowcase set here. (purchase not necessary to share your message of hope with women at the Recipes of Hope Event with New House Shelter.)

Get Real and Do Some "A"ction

2010-02-02T20:45:00.000-08:00

The Best Job In Twitterville

2010-01-31T20:53:00.000-08:00

The best jobs are the ones you don't have to apply for or ask permission to have. The Dancing Believe Act Go Lady has proclaimed her position as Twitter Jockey in the town of Twitterville.

Expanding on a concept from Angela Shelton, The Dancing B*a*g Lady will put a new perspective on songs that will make them more empowering and self relevant as we quest for more joyful lives.

Listen in at @believeactgo. Hope you catch her in cyperspace.

"This is Major B*a*g Lady to ground control. I'm leaving the capsule now. Do I dare? Yes I do. Leaping in the air. Floating on Faith"

I Hope I Get Your Voicemail

2010-01-30T07:06:00.000-08:00

Oh good, I am rounding the curve, out of the "dead zone". I was on my way home from work and thought I would call my friend Rosi(E) Beachy(E). Some time ago, I had started to place an E at the end of her first name. I guess subconsciously I thought she had a great anchor woman name. "And now back to the newsroom, with Rosi(eee) Beachy(eee). Rosi(eee), what's the update on our late breaking news flash?" This is a friend that gave me a birthday that reads, "Happy Birthday to someone who's just the right amount of weirdness for me." I always tell my kids that when somebody calls you weird take it as a compliment, even when that wasn't the intention. Ya saying that Rosi gets to see and hear my "weird" from time to time is an understatement.

She had moved to the east coast a while back, taking a sales position with our employer. With her new position she was spending more time traveling in her car, a car equipped with XM radio tuned into "Oprah Radio". We'd give each other our best Maya Angelou and Dr. Robin voiced advise during our phone conversations. The chances that I would catch her in her car was high.

As far as transparency goes, I'm pretty see through. You know, the kind of revealing that is mysterious. I could use a negligee analogy, but that would be weird. Yah I know, go with it. There's a time to reveal just enough and a time to reveal it all. Listen and you will know when and with whom to reveal.

"Happy Birthday to someone who's just the right amount of weirdness for me." Rosi brings out a side in me that I love, but many times question. Why question it? That's weird in an irrational kind of way. As I started to discover my B*a*g I had to make a commitment to being a better friend, which required me to share me with my friends. There were friends that embraced "me" even when it seemed a bit outrageous. There were friends that would just knod and smile. They didn't really get it and that's fine too. Rosi gave me that birthday card at the beginning of my re-birthing process. She probably doesn't even know the magnitude of her gift. She said to me that I was "ok".

Rounding the corner out of the dead zone. I better call Rosi before I forget. 70's on 7 was blasting from the radio. "Gee I hope I get her voicemail." It's 6 o'clock her time and she's probably enjoying diner with her family. It's important to have family time and not answer the phone. Glen Campbell is blasting....

I've been walkin' these streets so long
Singin' the same old song
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway
Where hustle's the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain
There's been a load of compromisin'
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me

Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Getting cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers comin' over the phone

The next day on the way to her next sales calls, Rosi gets my voicemail. The Dancing B*a*g Lady had left her another weird voicemail. It put a smile on her face and spring in her step. Ever time I hear that song I think of Rosi and am inclined to leave her a musical voicemail.

Pave the streets of your success with friends who accept and embrace YOU. There will be less compromising on the roads to your horizons. I LOVE YOU Rosi(eee) Beachy(eee). You're one BIG rhinestone in my hat.

A Standard of Excellence - "Its a Good Thing"

2010-01-24T19:34:00.000-08:00

Having worked 22 years for a successful, corporate manufacturing company, I know a little bit about standards. There are two things you can do with a set of standards; put them in a binder and stick them on a shelf OR live them.

The fact that I am standing in front of door at Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia isn't extraordinary. I mean it's pretty cool, but honestly hundreds upon thousands of people have passed this door, right? Its just a door with a logo or...... maybe not.

Here's a very short story on how I came upon this door with a "logo". There once was a woman who had a list. She checked everything off the list. She was rendered exhausted and unfulfilled. She went to the doctor. The doctor said she needed to lose the baby apartment. Surgery led to an off ramp from the "American" dream. The busy mom, wife, career woman thought she would start her own business. She worked her ass off and learned a whole bunch of new stuff. She was meeting new people. She stopped doing the business to start writing a blog. A stranger left a comment on her blog. This woman connected with that stranger and started volunteering her time to her nonprofit. The founder of the nonprofit won Martha Stewart's Dreamers into Doers people choice award. Some members of the Dreamers into Doers community suggested meeting in NYC. The founder of the nonprofit suggested that if we were going to be in NYC, we should make a difference for women living in a domestic abuse shelter. The Dreamers into Doers community rallied together to gather donations of beautiful things for the women of Safe Horizons. Dreamers into Doers gather with the women living at the shelter and share lunch, stories and their hearts. A cooking demonstration preceded the luncheon. A live taping of the Martha Stewart Show and tour of her media company proceeded the luncheon.

The door. The logo. Martha Stewart is a woman, a brand, but more importantly Martha Stewart stands for excellence. Excellence doesn't happen by accident. My Martha Stewart experience reminds me about the difference between putting standards into a binder and living it. Every person we interacted with at Martha Stewart Living OmniMedia knew their mission and the standard. They did their jobs well and with conviction.

Martha Stewart is Martha Stewart. She is a woman with standards. If you want to work for Martha Stewart Living OmniMedia, I suspect you go into the job knowing the the objectives and expectations. Take them or leave them. When you expect the best and get the best.

Listen very carefully. Do what you love. Do it very well. Make your expectations and standards of excellence known. If you are so inclined expand your passion requiring you to hire the best, who are passionate about what they do and have them do it with you. Quality first. Quantity second. You don't have to build an empire. Just start by filling in these blanks. I will make the very best _____. I will be the very best _____.
Learn more about how I came to be at Martha Stewart Living OmniMedia by watching the video of my speech I gave during the luncheon. Learn more about the Dreamers into Doers Community facilitated by MSLO. Meet all the Dreams into Doers who attended the two day event.
A standard of excellence. It's a good thing.

More Scavenger Hunt than Map ~ Hunting Precious Metals

2010-01-12T20:44:00.000-08:00

The next time you are in bed and can't sleep because you have ideas and dreams dancing in your head, there is only one thing to do. Get out of bed, find every magazine in the house and start flipping through the pages. Pull out words and pictures that resonate with ideas and dreams in your head. Go to bed. The next day prepare to arrange your pictures and words onto a foam core poster board. I recommend this type of poster board because it is rigid and will stand up better.

January 2009 I got out of bed at 3 am and made the vision board pictured above, which proclaims, "From OC to NYC." I am going to NYC next week to speak at a special celebration for women who live at Safe Horizon Shelter, which is being hosted by Martha Stewart Living Omni Media. Many women have come together to make this happen. Much more is planned for the 2 day event and I will share more with you after I return.

Last week I was invited to contribute to The Survivor Manual website. It is supported by Angela Shelton and the Angela Shelton Foundation. Angela Shelton lives in California. I will be supporting the empowerment of survivors of sexual and domestic abuse to live joyful lives.

Since the January 2009 vision board creation, I have made one trip to Chicago and two trips to Detroit. I will be in NYC next week, Kansas City is on the itinerary for March and Asheville in October. When I dreamt of a Traveling Sanctuary my heart knew it meant I would be expanding my territory, as I constantly had dreams about boarding planes.

Attending church this Sunday, I asked for a sign that I was on the right path and God said, "OK" and gave me a loving slap on the face. The service was titled "Celebrate Recovery". Here is one song meant just for me entitled, Sanctuary. Lord prepare me to be a sanctuary, pure and holy, tried and true. With thanks giving I will be a living sanctuary for You.

One is not driven by their purpose, one is led by their purpose. It's like you have a magnet in your heart and as you face different directions, people and places, you will feel a tug as you face your own precious metals. Trust the tug. Let it lead you, like my nose leads me to cooking bacon.

Pass the Buck ~ What the Cluck?

2010-01-07T20:52:00.000-08:00

You've heard the expression, Pass the Buck, right? I mean if somebody wanted to pass me an actual buck, hey that would be cool. A few thousand would be really nice. On the contrary, let's take, The Buck Stops Here! Its the kind of statement Presidents and people in a position of power make. I've had the pleasure of knowing a handful of leaders who didn't need to make the statement. Their actions spoke louder than those words ever could.

Well, of course I'm not talking about actual bucks. I'm talking about passing along blame, waste, complacency and responsibility. "I didn't say it was your fault. I said I was going to blame you." I hear my son say to me, "You made me mad, that's why I yelled," Ever heard, "So and so pissed me off." No actually, you just pissed on yourself. Can't you see that? I have to confess that I've dribbled on myself more than once, figuartively and literally.

Let's take the seemingly harmless act of not putting your shopping cart into the tidy chart coral at the local grocery store parking lot. I know this annoys many people, including my husband. I have also become less tolerant of what just seems like laziness.

When I see a lonely cart stranded, I see a person who doesn't think much about themselves. That makes me sad. I wonder if Wal-Mart charts the cost to pay employees to chase down stranded carts. Here's a quick calculation. There are 3700 Wal-Marts nationwide. If each store had 5 carts per day and it took 2 minutes to retrieve each one and that employee made $7 per hour that costs Wal-Mart $1.5 million dollors annually. Hey pass me those bucks any day.

So if you abandon carts we forgive you. It feels good to place your cart neatly into the coral. Its not about being self righteous. Its about feeling good about doing your part. Simple, right? While you're at, let's think about using those reusable shopping bags.

Now onto more serious matters. I follow the Darkness to Light blog. Darkness2Light is the world's leading non-profit working to prevent child sexual abuse. With over 1,800 trained educational instructors in eleven countries, and an award winning media campaign, they're doing their utmost to make the world a safer place for children. Their blog gives us the ability to show you what they're doing on a daily basis to end child sexual abuse.

Recently they posted a calculator that estimated the cost of not preventing childhood sexual abuse.

Being complacent about serious issues that expose vulnerable victims to predators causes one to pause and sometimes act. Most of the time all it takes is gaining some knowledge to make an impact. Education is an emphasis of Darkness to Light.

Within your circle of influence, where could the buck stop with you? And within the realm of your God given talents, what could you contribute and find joy at the same time? So the next time you have been passed a "travel weary buck" for which you have the influence, time and talent to stop, do yourself a big favor. STOP IT! The empowerment will pay you an infinite currency. Heck, you just may be saving major bucks and sweet little clucks. Start small and work your way up from there. You have something great and special to give.

Fuel Your Believe Act Go Traveling Sanctuary

2010-01-05T16:43:00.000-08:00

When you create a sanctuary within your heart you can take it with you everywhere. When you travel with the intention of sharing that sanctuary with others, they find the sanctuaries within their hearts. Traveling Sanctuaries(tm) create physical sanctuaries, which fuels the Traveling Sanctuaries(tm). Many times when others observe you're being a Traveling Sanctuary(tm) they think to themselves, "I'm having what she's having." And so goes the glorious cycle. Kind of like the chicken and the egg. If you think about it too hard you get confused. Don't think. Do!

Here's a visual example of what can happen when you fuel your Believe Act Go Traveling Sanctuary and share.

Love you sister! Thank you for sharing your fuel.

"Mom, You're a Dork!" We Have Proof.

2010-01-02T14:36:00.000-08:00

This is what I hear from children who have a sick sense about things, "Mom, you're a dork." We should listen to our children more and embrace their wisdom.

Yes, when I embrace my dorkiness I am being led by my purpose. I am the happiest when I'm the Dorky Dancing B*a*g Lady. I do find myself thinking to myself from time to time, "I wish I could be more like this lady or that lady." I do know several amazing ladies. I know they are amazing because they let is show and aren't trying to be some other amazing lady. Let's be inspired and motivated by them to be ourselves, rather than wishing we were them.

Just as we make poor imitations of men, we make poor imitations of other women. Honestly, when I preview my Talking with my Traveling Sanctuary Videos, before posting them, I say to myself, you should have been more yourself, which means I should have been more dorky.

Here's proof that I can unleash the dork and a reminder to fuel the dork.

Duh-Um

Close but no Bananas

Fruit Tuity

My daughter doesn't like to admit it, but she's a dork just like her mother. Sometimes we do the most fun kind of Dork Dances together. Not literally a dance, but more of an improvisational dork show. We have our dork voices. I wish she would let me video tape these moments, but I respect her privacy. I will nurture her dork in a non-obvious kind of way.

Be aware of those "Oh Yes" moments and note what you are doing when they happen. Its the YES from inside not the yes from outside forces. Those are YOUR dorky moments. Embrace them and repeat them.

I am woman. I will be a dork!

Talking with my Traveling Sanctuary Sisters Video Series - Bouncing on Kandi's Face!

2009-12-30T16:21:00.000-08:00

There's nothing more fun than boucing on your virtual assisstant Kandi. How can you be in a bad mood when you're boucing? Good thing Kandi is a good sport.

There's a Genie in my Head, Gut and Butt.

2009-12-28T15:01:00.000-08:00

As I begin to write I search for words floating in a thick soup of brain fog.

Pausing......

Searching..........

Hey, give me a moment.... rubbing my temples as if the Clarity Genie will magically appear.

You can only go so fast when you're traveling along in the fog. Ok, I'm approaching a stretch of clarity. Perhaps my eyes are playing tricks on me, but I swear I'm witnessing the fog forming into an actual genie-like figure. Where was I? Oh yah, brain fog. "It's about time you seriously examined this issue with your soupy brain," exclaims the Clarity Genie. She's decked out in some trendy exercise outfit. Whatever! She's one of "those" types. You know the type, all healthy and fit. Secretly I want to be one of those types, but publicly I am almighty on exercising my creativity. Well as long as she's here and given the fact that I am in a bit of a minor crisis, maybe she can be of service to me. "Oh great Clarity Genie, are you here to grant me three wishes?" "No, not really. Its more like I have three wishes for you, which involves your head, your gut and your butt. You have some committing to do, sister. " I'm thinking to myself, I did start this whole thing and she did come out of my ear, so she must be a smart, caring friend.

"First you must understand what is going on (or the lack there of) inside "our" brain, so onward to GOOGLE. Wow! There's no lack of information on "brain fog". We discovered a virtual smorgasbord of causes.

I'm sharing this information because by the looks of it, this condition is at epidemic proportion. Don't feel like you have the condition? Read on, so you don't fall victim in the future. I'll start with a short list of causes and weigh in on my particular circumstances. I will share my own personal de-fogging commitment plan. I find making these types of plans public adds weight to the accountability scale. Lastly I will provide links to the information I found helpful in my own analysis.

#1 - Stress - Over stimulation is not always good. If somebody is suffering from Adrenal Fatigue Syndrome their gland, that controls you body's ability to cope with stress, is not functioning. My stress is not overwhelming, but I will commit more time to quiet meditation.

#2 - Fatigue and sleep deprivation - SOCK ME IN THE HEAD, GUT AND BUTT. This one hits home with me. I will commit to being in bed no later than 11:30 each night.

#3 - Poor nutrition - I certainly could do better in this category. I will commit to eating less white stuff and more green stuff. I will start taking a supplement.

#4 - Candidiasis - This is a systematic overgrowth of yeast in your body. After some further research into this condition I feel strongly that I have this. If you have the following symptoms you may want to take this survey: depression, anxiety, sudden mood swings, lack of concentration, headaches, drowsiness, and/or fatigue. Warning: The survey does lure you into purchasing their products, but it did appear to be comprehensive. I personally went to my local health food store for advice and the appropriate approach for me. I will do a Coconut Oil Cleanse.

#5 - Chronic viral infections. To my knowledge I am not suffering from any viral infections.

#6 - Metal Toxicity - I am not exposed to these metals so I will discount this one: aluminum, arsenic, cadmium, lead, and mercury.

#7 - Blood Sugar Issues - Consuming protein in the AM can help to regulate your blood sugar and eating health small meals/snacks throughout the day.

#8 - Artificial Sweeteners - KICK ME IN THE HEAD, GUT AND BUTT - I haven't had a Diet Coke for 6 days. There are many articles on the ill effects of artificial sweeteners. GOOGLE it for yourself and come to your own conclusion.

#9 - Menopause - My baby apartment was removed a few years ago increasing the likelihood of earlier onset of menopause with the partial hysterectomy.

#10 - Constipation - You feed it via the mouth on your head. It makes it way through the gut and hopefully eliminates regularly out the butt. All of my other commitments will keep it all flowing. I have started taking a probiotic supplement.

There's a short list of causes of brain fog to contemplate if you are so inclined. In regards to my genie reference, she represents one of the 7 Chakras, which spans your head, gut and butt. They are all dependant on each other. All for one and one for all. Here is a fun, no brainer guide to your 7 Chakras, 7 Courses of Living Fully. My brain fog is caused by a combination of many things. My awareness and willingness to address it has centered me back to being aware of all the areas of my mind, body and soul that need proper fuel and care. Like I said earlier, the fog causes the the Traveling part to be slow and sometimes dangerous.

5 Causes of Brain Fog

Brain Fog Causes

Born to Pursue the American Dream?

2009-12-17T20:26:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I could just kick myself. What the heck was I thinking? Have I been brain washing to believe I was born to pursue the American dream. I now believe much of it is just a hoax to hypnotize us into CONSUMING? The whole realization that we've been programmed to mindlessly consume makes me want to vomit!

Let's take a mortgage. Wikipedia claims mortgage comes from the Old French "dead pledge," apparently meaning that the pledge ends (dies) either when the obligation is fulfilled or the property is taken through foreclosure. Ok mortgages are not evil, but when you are handcuffed to your mortgage and it influences your life and decisions to the point that it prevents you from pursuing your born belief and purpose that is a serious problem.

We were not born to "work" for 40 years so we can have a happy retirement. We were born to enjoy life, you know the ebb and flow of life. We were born to have mini retirements throughout our lives, but when we are handcuffed to a mortgage that doesn't give us the flexible to experience life, it buries and weighs us down.

Start thinking about your beliefs. Are they your own beliefs? What things have buried your own beliefs. What beliefs have your bought or borrowed?

Ogres Are Like Onions

2009-12-12T17:04:00.000-08:00

Today I share a piece I wrote nearly a year ago. I was writing about one of my BB's, my Born Belief, which is at the core of our existence. This core is not unlike the universally accepted core values held by religions, societies, organizations, movements etc. My BB (baby, born belief), Modern B*a*g Ladies, simply applies my own language to express this core that connects us all. With the utmost sincerity I tell you that coming back to your core is the most exhilarating and hardest undertaking one can pursue.

Life, people, and mostly our own negative thoughts apply (buried beliefs) many layers (bought & borrowed beliefes) over our core. You have one. Its in there. You know when you've reached it. It's that OH Yes feeling. When you find that place, no matter the timing or length, it's a washing of warmth and knowing. Note the actions that lead you there and repeat the action. This is where a journal or audio recorder comes in handy, as the mind can be cluttered making ti difficult to recall.

From this core we must have the courage to venture out and travel as well. It is the hard part of discovering your core and learning its purpose outside of it.

I'm high. I'm low. I'm high. I'm low. I'm fast. I'm slow. I'm in. I'm out. I'm in. I'm out. I whisper. I shout. I'm happy. I'm sad. I'm glad. I'm mad. I thrive. I survive. I'm left. I'm right.

Maybe my hormones are out of whack. WHERE DID MY MIDDLE GROUND GO? Is that the wishy washy place to be? Ugh, I am so confused. Lordy, I almost feel like I'm having an adult case of adolescent mood swings along with the rest of America.

A Place Of Extremes......

If the media is a reflection of how America is doing (questionable at times) we are becoming a nation of extremes. The hope President Obama choruses over the air waves, yet predators ready to pounce at the first sign of failure. His stimulation plan not received well by Republicans and everyone is ready to write off bipartisan forever. The whole notion of the permanency of anything, whether for the good or the bad. The middle ground just doesn't seem to be the "COOL" place to be these days.

As I wallowed in a state of confusion over my middle ground, preparing this week's newsletter I arrived at this conclusion...

"If I were a tree, standing tall and straight, I will allow myself to yield to the winds that pull me from left to right, from this extreme to the next. My yielding, centered by my core, is not due to a force that bends me. It is a a graceful yielding motivated by innocence and wonderment. I lean to understand. I lean to observe. I come back to my "middle" to reflect. As I lean to and fro I maintain my young flexibility. The winds will not break me. The winds will teach me."

Our trees are trees weathering a formative storm today. It will require us to be flexible and sometimes yielding. If I insist on being rigid in my core (middle) I may break. Gracefully we must yield, yet always returning to our core. The time spent at the core is not important. It's only important that you have it and know your way back.

Finally I realize that I have not lost my middle ground. It only feels that way because my stays are shorter, but always within sight.

I think this hard rock Dancing B*a*g Lady just tried on the leotard of an interpretive dancer.

Be Strong. Be Graceful. Be Flexible. Be an Interpretive Dancer?

Talking with my Sisters Video Series - Traveling Sanctuary Passengers

2009-12-10T18:26:00.000-08:00

My son Gavin joins us in this episode. He added quite a bit of color to the topic. Enjoy! Like we always say , "Have Fun because it is!"

Sisterhood Giving Spirit in a Very Unflattering Pair of PJ's

2009-12-05T10:27:00.000-08:00

The giving spirit of one sister (in-law) fuels the innate giving spirit of another. Let's fuel each other with stories and taking Action. It's the most eco-friendly, infinately renewable fuel source.

(Don't know why this is so blurry, but it is my first episode in my new video series.)

Share your giving spirit with Traveling Sanctuary Project www.modernbagladies.com. How do you show your giving spirit? Why do your sisters love to hang with you?

A Bag Full of Bag Book Notes

2009-12-01T21:16:00.000-08:00

If you're like me you generally read stuff based on your friends and family recommendations. I haven't posted B*a*g Book Notes in a while, so I want to cover 3 great books I've read in recent months. I frame my experience with books in the terms of Modern B*a*g Ladies lingo and philosophies. You can't go wrong with these jewels.

Coming of Age in Mississippi by Anne Moody provided a lesson in how fear colors people's worlds. When I say "color" I mean literally colors their world a definite black and a definite white.

Anne Moody's autobiography describes her awareness and acknowledgment of the fear that surrounded her in a very matter of fact way. In many ways, she shreds fear with her anger towards it. She took her baggage and turned into B*a*g (believe act go) in a defiante way, maybe the only way in her circumstance.

I have no doubt that the only way to have survived the depth of prejudice in Mississippi was to have faith in God, together as a community which easily came together within the four walls of their sanctuaries, but not so easily out in the open. They were encased in the thick murkiness of fear. The ultimate legacy of abuse. I'm amazed anybody could have broken free. I recommend reading this book, so you can travel into a world of understanding, compassion and empathy. You will be inspired to take a stand for your beliefs, that you were born to express and defend.

The Help by Kathyrn Stockett is a novel that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. As with Coming of Age in Mississippi, it was a book sent to me by my sister-in-law, Carmen, who also gave me a three page list of book recommendations. SWEET!

This book sits in Mississippi as well and during the same era, which made for in interesting comparison between fact and fiction. Nothing is made from nothing. Kathyrn Stockett grew up in Mississippi and drew from her experiences to write this novel.

The story covers, as with any good story, the full range of spreading joy, shredding joy, shredding fear, spreading fear, having fun and not having fun. It stretches suspense throughout the whole story and in many different settings. I never wanted to put this book down and had me telling the story to friends and family.

Kathyrn Stockett has guts and grace all at the same time. I love that combination in a writer. By the way, anytime you tell your own story from a place of honestly and sincerity you can't go wrong.

Now for my latest read. Searching for Angela Shelton by Angela Shelton. First I watched the documentary and read the book within 2 days of watching the documentary.

Finding Angela Shelton is a memoir of courage, survival and faith. It is the journey of a young woman who discovers herself in the stories of other women who share her same name and coincidentally share experiences of violence and abuse that plagued her own childhood. Through her physical journey across the country she is thrust into her own emotional journey. She embraces each woman she meets, is strengthened by their connections, confronts the father that molested her, and ultimately finds faith, divine purpose, and wholeness.
All I can say is that you need to go to Angela Shelton's website and soak it in. This lady is real as it gets. She's funny, smart and somebody you can relate to. You know there are certain times in your life that you instantly know you are a loyal supporter. I'm there and will sing her praises and everything she stands for. What I wish for you is that you find those few things in your life that you are certain about, that touches the core of you.

Angela gets the cart before the horse, which thrusts her into having faith. This is a common thread with another amazing women I adore and know. Her name is Terry Grahl, Founder of Enchanted Makeovers, a nonprofit that transforms shelters into places of peace and possibility for women and children. Hey, it's an inclusive sisterhood and everyone is welcome. Let's guide each other with joy. And you know what they say about joy. It can not coexist with violence. It's like Angela says, "Just live a joyful life." It's that simple, really! Seek it out.

Growing up I did not read, but it's never too late to teach an old dog new tricks. Traveling the world from my bed, easy chair and bench, waiting for my son to finish hockey practice, is a gift. I find my soul on these trips. AH, its heavenly.

A Wrong Left Turn Leads to Detroit

2009-11-25T23:45:00.000-08:00

January 17, 2009 I stood in front of approximately 15 women and proclaimed, "I am pretty sure there is a trip in my future involving a truck and a Uhaul trailer traveling to Detroit MI." I knew it to be a true statement, as I had become accustom to this knowing feeling months prior, a peaceful certainly without knowing the steps in between the proclamation and the actual arrival.

Two years before the proclamation I had a hysterectomy and two years leading up to the surgery I basically felt like crap, which is how any working mother is suppose to feel right? I wasn't a very happy person and was exhausted ALL THE TIME. Funny thing about your body, it usually keeps sending you the signals until you either pay attention or die. I finally went to the doctor, which led to the hysterectomy, which led to me driving 665 miles to Detroit MI nearly 3 years later.

What I didn't know during those 6 weeks at home on medical leave was that there was a woman in Detroit at the very same time preparing to set out on a journey of self discovery, not dissimilar to my own. She was born to enchant the world with her decorating. As a result of searching during my medical leave, I decided to stage homes as a way to venture out of my corporate job on the way to discovering my purpose. Hey, each leg of your journey has to start somewhere.

Well along the way my journey as a home stager I took a left turn. Yah, I'm sure it was a left not a right turn. I had started to write, which eventually turned into a blog. Hey, I had stuff to share with myself. Well, 4 months into my public writing career that woman in Detroit commented on my blog. The date was October 15, 2008, which is a new kind of anniversary for me. I went to her world on the web and I had that knowing feeling. My logical brain had to first make the connection with her decorating to my home staging, which I had left along side the road by this time. It had served it's purpose, or so I had thought. My brain thought this women in Detroit, who transformed women's shelters into places of peace and possibility, needed my home decor items that I no longer needed. WRONG! Oh how a wrong can be so right.

The wonders of technology failed on my first attempt to email her, but a few months later I saw her comment on another blog. BINGO! I successfully emailed her and a few hours later we were talking on the phone and a few weeks after that I was standing in front of 15 women telling them that I would be driving to Detroit pulling a Uhaul trailer. At the time I thought I would be hauling my home decor items. WRONG! What I did transport to MI, just a few weeks ago, was 20 hope chests and jewelry boxes, handmade by my father, and 20 quilts handmade by women in Minnesota. These items joined many other handmade items from across the world to transform the bedrooms of 20 abused and neglects girls.

Stuffed inside the short little story I just wrote is a story of me unearthing my born belief that I was put here on this earth to be the Dancing B*a*g Lady, Born to be fuel my own and other's Traveling Sanctuaries. I stop at other Traveling Sanctuaries, to fuel myself, so I can share the fuel with others stranded along side the road. What I have learned is that when you take a wrong left turn on the way to Detroit you better have a full tank.

The Terrain of Your Brain - Wow! It's a Trip. Map it!

2009-11-19T22:07:00.000-08:00

A simple question led to the fascinating exploration of my mind, the exploration of the terrain of my brain. I asked, "How do you start writing a book?" I was watching Angela Shelton's live stream and she opened it up to questions. Since she is a fabulously talented writer and is funny in the most dorky kind of way, who better to ask, right?

Here was her suggestion, "Read, The Mind Map Book, How to use Radiant Thinking to Maximize Your Brain's Untapped Potential, by Tony Buzan." I ordered it that very day and started to read it the very day it arrived at my door step. Now.... I am accustom to constructing Value Stream Maps as a tool used to conduct business process improvement projects, but often felt bond by a "linear" focus. As you know, any successful business person has a very dominate left brain. Which is a borrowed belief I picked up early in my career. It left me feeling a bit lop-brain sided, stunted and out of balance. Now I am not saying that anybody forced me to buy into this. I limited myself mostly to fit in and to be accepted within a world I shared with some very capable, talented business people.

The book explains how the brain works and ultimately provides you with a mapping tool that allows you to tap into your left and right brain. No more pigeon holing your brain, left or right. HELLO TO MY WHOLE BRAIN. YOUR ARE SOOO CAPABLE AND VAST AND UNIQUE AND COLORFUL AND WELL....... TAKE A LOOK.

You see those two bridges. Guess what? Your left brain can talk to and visit your right brain. Which means they can collaborate and cooperate. Think about your bridges. Have they been out of service because somebody (yourself) has told you that you are left or right brain dominate? Time to open the bridge.

Below is the first exercise in the book, which demonstrates the power of association and how different people are based on their own unique experiences. The first one is mine and the second is my seven year old son's. The central theme is "HAPPINESS". The branches from the ten words are infinate, as well, and so is the power of your brain.

My associations: skip, joy, laugh, cry, warm, silly, smile, friends, family, go lucky
Gavin's associations: joy, play, friends, good grades, no school, parties, tv, building, sports, earning toys

I'll be sharing more about this book as I start using this tool more. There is a book inside me where Chaos and Rules can travel together. I will also use this tool to solve problems, brain storm ideas and plan my work.

YOUR Rhythmn

2009-11-14T19:17:00.001-08:00

Traveling the frontier of my heart, mind and soul, I share my journey. Experience life as if you were writing your own story. Journal your travels. Discover your B*a*g. Saturday 10:20 sitting in a hotel room listening to my mother snore.

I'm sitting here very tired as I reach for inspiration and energy to dead end my brain drain. So desperately wanting to share so much that has happened in the last 2 1/2 days, but realize it must wait until I can assemble these logs while residing in a brain that is well rested. Literally living out my dreams, in my heart and ones I have while sleeping, of becoming a traveling sanctuary gives me cause to P O N D E R and soak in the experience.

As you get out of your comfort zone ( the traveling part) you start to meet the most amazing people, which can cause you to compare yourself to these amazing people. You observe their rhythm, click, clack, ding, zip. She's funny. Oh how her faith drives her through her fear, accomplishing the impossible. She's creative. She's patient. Here's the thing, when you get close enough to where the rubber meets the road and you see how things really do get done, the romance fades. You have a choice at this point, emerge yourself into joining the action or compromising your potential, further burying your born beliefs.

You find your rhythm in the ACTION part. Personally, there is nothing more satisfying than pounding the keys, feeling the HIT that make the words visible. When you get to the end of the page, push hard to the left, zing to the next line. You can continue streaming along or you can pause. YOUR Action story is written one key stroke at a time, at difference speeds and force. Can you hear it? CLICK, CLACK, DING, ZIP, BAM.

Arm Pit Sniffing, Tree Kissing Super Star! (down on one knee, arms in the air)

2009-11-04T19:03:00.000-08:00

TIME TO EXERCISE!!! Your well being that is. I know.... I bring up stripping a lot and trust me stripping is good exercise. The reality is that most of us are sooooo good at layering on the negative labels that we need to cleanse often.

You will need to take out a piece of paper and a writing instrument (crayons are welcome).

First, lay your paper landscape and draw lines to make three category columns. Label them, My BAGGAGE, My FUEL and Go to My Dreams. Carry this piece of paper with you for a week.

When you place a label on yourself write it down in either the Baggage (negative self talk) or the Fuel (positive congratulatory talk) category.

To complete the Go to your Dreams category, you will need to tap into the realm of limitless possibilities. Can you go there? Think about what you wanted to be when your were young. New skills you would learn if money and time were not a factor. Think about people you admire. What do they do that resonate with your born beliefs that you wish you could tap into. Pull out those buried labels you were born with and are the core of you.

Reflect on your list at the end of the week. Only you really know what it means, but just being aware of the labels we place on ourselves allow us to make sense of them.

This exercise also applies to our awareness of putting labels on others. Let's not limit others with the labels we place on them.

Here's my list from several weeks ago. The Baggage column took an early lead, but the Fuel and Go to your Dreams columns made a huge comeback later in the week.

I read the Baggage label and cancelled them out with a counter acting Fuel label. Here's a partial list.

Late Night Person cancels out Non Morning Person
Distracted Dreamer cancels out Disorganized
Clothes Folder YAH cancels out Poor Housekeeper
Good Mother cancels out Bad Mother
Prayerful cancels out Fearful
Doer cancels out Fearful
Prayerful cancels out Angry
Capable cancels out Poor Money Manager

Here are some leftovers:

Happy
Happy #2
Smart
Expressive
Surprised
Good Friend
In Pain
Tired

Now for the Go to your Dreams List:

Super Star (in that Molly Shannon kind of way), highly sought out key note speaker, author, columnist, dancer, radio show host.

All of the labels in the Fuel column will help me Go to my Dreams. Doer, Capable, Prayerful and Expressive match up very nicely with these new labels.

Which Baggage Labels did not have a counter label?

In Pain and Tired. This is where I am out of balance. I need more sleep, exercise and a better diet. My chronic back pain would probably get better with the sleep, exercise and weight loss. Stretching and yoga would also help my pain.

This exercise reminds me that the answers are not in the answers, they are in the exploring, reflecting and doing part of life. Now stick your fingers under those arm pits, pull them out and sniff. Lunge down on one knee and PROCLAIM it! YOU ARE A SUPER STAR!

P.S. Do you like my new ride? I had to put away the convertible for the winter.

SING! Won't you? Please!

2009-10-29T15:56:00.001-07:00

Traveling the frontier of my heart, mind and soul, I share my journey. Experience life as if you were writing your own story. Journal your travels. Discover your B*a*g. Thursday October 29, 2009, 6:03 PM and supper's not started.

I worked with a gentleman several years ago. He used to pass my desk singing. It gladden my heart and got the UP beat going. One day he stopped singing and never started again. He seemed very sad. I haven't seen him in years, but hope he has started to sing again.

"Keep singing even when you don't know all the words or better yet especially when you don't know all the words." Add a shake, bump and grind just for kicks.

The Dancing BAG Lady sending you some love and joining your choir.

Travel Blog Log - Sunday October 25 2009

2009-10-25T21:57:00.001-07:00

Traveling the frontier of my heart, mind and soul, I share my journey. Experience life as if you were writing your own story. Journal your travels. Discover your B*a*g.
Dancing B*a*g Lady Sunday turning to Monday before this post is completed, October 26, 2009

Last night I dreamt I was several pounds lighter. I must have danced my ass off on that Dance Your Ass Off show, but I missed that part of the dream apparently. Instead I fast forwarded to the glory. What the heck was I doing, sleeping at the dream? Probably more like wishful dreaming. "Woman awakens from her dream 30 pounds lighter." It's a miracle!

Actually, the heavy baggage of recent unhealthy choices is finally weighing on my mind enough to where I need to "again" ask myself, "why?", answer myself truthfully, and take some ACTION.

Here's a scary thought, "My first question really isn't a why question, it's a where question that I have been avoiding for months. Where am I starting? The scale doesn't lie and it will scream the truth tomorrow morning. I have my own don't ask, don't tell thing going on in my on head and its a piece of baggage that is somewhere at the bottom of pile. Time to yank it out and let the house of cards fall.

What question haven't you been asking or answering. Keep asking and be curious and brave enough to seek the answers. By the way you can recycle your baggage into B*A*G believe act go.

Top Down. Do Ask. Do Tell.

2009-10-22T22:52:00.000-07:00

Modern B*a*g Ladies gives new meaning to traveling with your top down. Show them what you got ladies. Its about sharing your journey and traveling in the truth.

Travel Blog Log - October 21, 2009

2009-10-21T19:10:00.001-07:00

Traveling the frontier of my heart, mind and soul, I share my journey. Experience life as if you were writing your own story. Journal your travels. Discover your B*a*g.

Dancing B*a*g Lady Wednesday, October 21, 2009

What if nobody censored their thoughts from spraying out of their mouths? Holy cow THE TRUTH!! Could we handle it?? Hell no. Everybody is so easily offended.

I guess uncensored anger could be bad. We need filters. Or maybe less anger.

I don’t like complicated. I am a simple person. Why do I think that is bad? Somewhere I was sold a borrowed belief that simple meant dumb. Weird how we think we need to be something and somebody else to be good. I wish I was…… I wish I could…. I wish….. I get confused over when I am refining the real me and trying to be something I am not.

How can I get paid for being CRAZY? I’m really good at that. Hmmm?

Catholic Laundromats

2009-10-18T14:34:00.000-07:00

Doing laundry this weekend got me thinking about confessionals. You know, Catholic Laundromats*.

I quit frequenting confessionals long before I started getting my laundry good and dirty. "Forgive me father for I have sinned. My last confession was??? Um??? 30 years ago. You better turn on the light and settle in, I've got quite the laundry list. Heck let's get nostalgic and review my last list, but first, forgive me for waiting so long between confesses. I'm told, that in itself, is a sin.

OK here we go....

1. Forgive me for whacking my sister over the head with that green "O-Cedar" broom. I must have hit her pretty hard. I felt really bad when I saw the blood. I immediately was sorry, but I am not sure if I told her so. "O-Cedar makes sisterhood life easier."

2. Forgive me for taking that apple from the refrigerator when Mom said I couldn't eat anything before supper. I was so ashamed I hid under the bed and ate it. I think I know how Adam and Eve must have felt. Dang, The Garden of Eden is that much further out of reach.

3, Forgive me for peeking at my Christmas presents, but Norman Claus kind of has a nice ring to it.

4. Forgive me for punching LuLu Schinberger. We don't have all day so let's just say she was trying to defend her friend Hank, who was getting fresh with me, as fresh as a grade school boy could get. I warned Hank, "If you touch me I'm going to punch you." Its probably wrong, but I was pretty proud of that black eye. I was defending myself. My first real feeling of feminist power, I believe. Power to a girl who can defend herself. I feel pretty lucky I haven't had to defend myself in that way, after that incident.

OK now for the good and dirty laundry. Let's pull out my lists from 1982 to 1999's. Hmm.... let me think about this. I never have stunk up the confessional with this stuff, so what's the point now? For God sakes, I didn't feel guilty about most of those so called sins. I mean, what's a good sin without the guilt to go with it. This sinning thing is a little confusing. There must be categories. I'm thinking I should only bring the category "5's" in here. I always wondered if serious criminals actually went to confession. I'm still wondering.

Hey I know when I've sinned. I've had guilt. I've forgiven (myself). I've asked for forgiveness. I've sincerely apologized. You know we have options when it comes to airing our dirty laundry.

Next time I'm doing laundry here's what I'm going to do.

1. Hold up suspect pieces of clothing in my own daylight.

2. Check for unsightly stains.

3. Apply SPRAY AND PRAY.

4. Wash

5. Dry

6. Wear

7. Repeat if necessary.

8. Stubborn stains may be worn in public or semi-public settings, as long as they belong to you. That's a personal choice.

* No priests were harmed in this blog post. Many have undoubtedly helped others while behind the "curtain". It just really wasn't my thing.

Buried Fears - Awakening The Worse Kind of "not a morning person"

2009-10-12T20:28:00.000-07:00

As a child, I recall a feeling of hesitation whenever my mother asked me to wake my dad. He was a night person, not a morning person. He wasn't mean. It just seemed that way because his attempts at speaking resulted in grunting. I'm not a morning person either. I would just as soon stay up half the night and sleep in. I've been known to grunt at people in the morning. I sincerely thought I had said, "good morning" when all they heard was, "(*^%&^%*". I start warming up about 10 am.

From this perspective I know why it takes a trusting, loving person to wake your buried fears. I've stuffed some of my fears deep inside the hallows of my insides. I have crammed them down as far as possible, putting them in this tight little ball, stuff, stuff, stuff. I've done my best to ignore those unkept creatures, but their poison continues to upset my stomach and give me headaches. Pop a TUMS and an ADVIL. Nice little band aid.

I have this certain fear that I've been treating like a mushroom, keeping it in the dark and feeding it, you know what, when MY MOTHER enters the scene. Mom just retired and graciously came to visit for a few weeks. I think she wanted to mother me. She cleaned, did dishes, made supper, picked up the kids from school and found some time for herself. I WAS GRATEFUL, but something interesting happens when a loving person enters your world full time for 2 weeks. THEY SENSE YOUR FEARS AND WANT TO WAKE THEM UP!?!? Let's just hypothetically call this little sleeping GIANT, "parenting my strong willed 7 year old son, who is mommy's little baby and knows how to manipulate mommy's weaknesses".

"Kim, you can't let him treat you that way." That's all it took. "How dare you wake me! You haven't been here. You don't know what I've had to deal with." Now I knew my mom was right and I didn't deny it, yet the fear continued to slumber, grunting and settled back into the darkness for a little while. Let's just say my mom's loving intention kept nudging it in the shoulder. SHAKE SHAKE. Time to get up sleepy head. "Would you leave me alone!!" Mother continues, "GET YOUR BUTT UP NOW!!!" Well it is exactly what I need to start slaying this fear. I'M UP NOW!!

I say all of this to encourage others to seek out your loving support. Sometimes its so scary to wake those fears that we actually deny ourselves this loving attention. Let others be your Traveling Sanctuaries. Together we can wake our fears and get some amazing STUFF done. Before we know it, it's past 10 am and we're having a very joyful time.

"Good Morning!"

I found Angela Shelton Finding Angela Shelton

2009-10-07T18:50:00.000-07:00

Healing

Crying in front of huge crowds

Spontaneous Videos

Laughs

Intellect

A Book

Award Winning Documentary

Humorous Deep Conversations related to everyday kind of things, including colon cleansing.

Well when Angela Shelton found Angel Shelton she helped others find themselves.

THIS GAL ROCKS!!!! HOLY MOLY! HOLY COW! I'm having some of this milk!

http://www.angelashelton.com/

When Women Share It Fuels Many

2009-10-05T20:32:00.001-07:00

I spoke at a women's networking event tonight. I spoke about my journey of discovering Modern B*a*g Ladies and how fueling others' dreams is the most eco-friendly, renewable resource we have.

I shared these thoughts on the concept of "Instant Success"

Romanced by Stories of Instant Success

In the hustle and bustle of today’s society we have instant cash machines, instant messaging and instant idols. As I instantly get results from using the search engines to research “instant success”, I come across this website that sells an “Instant Success Package”.
I imagined ordering my Instant Success in a Jar. I imagined getting an empty jar with this label.
Step 1: Save the following items in your jar

• Life Experiences
• A Business Plan
• Open Mind
• Some Mistakes
• etc, etc, etc
Step 2: Shake the contents & spread in a planter
Step 3: Plant Seeds of Passion
Step 4: Keep adding blood, sweat, & tears until something sprouts.

The next time you are sitting around waiting for something magically to happen just remind yourself that you can buy instant this and instant that on the web, but nothing can replace the following the steps above. Trust me I need to remind myself of this. We all know this in our hearts. It can be easy to get romanced by our instant gratification society.

It’s like they think we won’t buy or watch if there is work involved or they go to the other extreme. Many reality shows can’t wait to show you how the road to success is paved with manipulation, lies, rude behavior and beating somebody else to the ground.

Keep taking action and forging ahead. It’s your journey, one step at a time.

The women shared some wisdom:

"When I need to refuel I get together with my girlfriends"

Tell us about your favoriete childhood toy - "Easy Bake Oven"

"I am most proud of my son"

"I truly feel like myself when I am creating a beautiful environment."

"My idea of success is working hard and feeling good about what you are doing. Having a full life .
Tell us about your favorite color - "Pink because it is a healing color and green because it equals cash flow."

"I am most proud of who I have become."

"I believe in God."

"I spread joy by being compassionate and loving to those who I meet."

"I have fun when I am quilting with friends."

Sisters Share Giveaway

2009-09-30T19:22:00.000-07:00

Who do you know that is a little crazy?

Who do you know that has a source of infinite love?

Who do you know that deserves a little boost from time to time?

Go to www.enchantedmakeovers.blogspot.com, leave a comment and you might win a great gift.

Dont' Deny Yourself of YOUR Fuel

2009-09-17T21:29:00.000-07:00

A Dancing BAG Lady just isn't herself without fueling up on some great music. Why would I deny myself of fuel that I know I need. It puts a spring in my step and song in my heart. I feel as if I could conquer all my fears, a female likeness of a young John Travolta.

I carry my Ipod in my Traveling Sanctuary bag. Won't leave home without it, yet lately I haven't been listening. I think to myself how listening to a few songs would do me good and yet I don't do it. Finally today I turned on the tunes. My heart and spirit lifted. AHHHHH!

Its one thing to have a full tank and another to put a spark to that fuel.

I've concluded that I just wanted to wallow in some self pity. Not a good place to be for an extended amount of time. Thank goodness I kept my music with me, so when I finally pushed my ego aside I could make a speedy escape.

Multitasking- Yah Right!

2009-09-15T22:13:00.001-07:00

Ever watch a movie and read a book at the same time? Well of course NOT!!!! We shouldn't be paying the bills, making supper, folding clothes AND listening to our family all at the same time either because it CAN NOT, I repeat CAN NOT be done. Traveling Sanctuaries need to stop for fuel. Stop and tune into what's going on around you.

Multitasking??? Yah Right and I've got a device I can sell you that allows your brain to independently think about multiple things at the same time. Quality trumps quantity every time.

I Haven't Stripped In a While

2009-09-08T21:03:00.000-07:00

Ok I am checking my math, but um..... yes I think I am correct. I graduated high school 23 years ago this last May. Reconnecting with your high school classmates through Facebook can make one drift back a bit, especially when there are many you haven't seen since that day.

The labels we put upon ourselves and others seem frozen in time. You go about your new life. Some go to college, others marry. We may have pasted new labels over the old only to resurface again perhaps. You lose track.

I reminisce of times when the only label we knew was "friend"! Without the labels we hunted frogs, ate cheerios with chocolate chips, had our own spaghetti eating contests (without utensils), learned to dance in the basement, circled together and cheered before games, had sleep overs on the tramp and in the camper.

Sure we had our spats and immature actions, but "friend" screams louder.

As I age, I find it necessary to strip myself and others of labels and return to my frog hunting, spaghetti eating, dancing, cheering FRIEND. Its a label that covers in all the right places and flatters all figures.

Room to Grow

2009-09-07T10:49:00.000-07:00

We planted these at the camper in May. I watered them only 2 - 3 times during the summer. Reminds me that I should give my children a bit more room to grow without me hoovering over them. They will flourish as I keep a watchful eye from a safe distance.

Vibrant!

Beautiful!

Here's to a wonderful beginning to an Indian Summer.

Sleep on It

2009-09-03T05:49:00.000-07:00

Sometimes all you can do is sleep on it! As long as I can get out of bed the next morning I'm doing OK.

Bears, Butterflies and the Power of the Feminine

2009-08-24T16:39:00.000-07:00

What did you like the best at the zoo? "The bears, because they were right in front of us playing in the water, growling. They were so big and their teeth...." Surprisingly Paige proclaim, "The cows." Why? "I got to pet them." "Mom, you don't have to tell us what you liked the best. We already know." For which I replied, "I know, I LOVED the butterfly exhibit."

From bears to butterflies, a trip to the zoo yesterday, got me thinking about how power can be defined. The bear's power was one of physical dominance. The butterfly's power was one of captivating presence and attention they draw to our delicate life cycle. We need both types of power in certain measure, but power over others seems to dominate a bit too much these days, I feel.

Feminine does not refer to a gender, but rather the stereotypical traits seen in women; holistic approaches, presence and intuition. Here's how I visualize feminine power.

I awaken Saturday morning with a pile of dishes. Kids are about the house eating cereal and watching some television. I approach the chore of loading the dish washing and washing pots and pans with honor and presence, humming a tune and gazing out the window at some birds. I express my satisfaction in my dish doing accomplishment and smile.

Approaching the dishes as the means to getting on to the next thing would not demonstrate feminine power, but a conquering power as if we need to departmentalize every bit of our lives.

Feminine power has it place whether you're doing dishing, ruling a country or teaching children. You are invited to stand together for all women, fueling the the power of the feminine.

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