Finding peace

Finding peace

Always dance in your kitchen

Why is it so hard for us to ask for help? And when we manage to ask, why do we feel guilty?

Recently one of our beloved sisters found her voice, found her feet, and found a sweet little space of her own with something she's always wanted: a kitchen where she would dance. Nobody could put her there until she was ready; but when that moment came, the Sisterhood sprung into action in a flurry of painting, cleaning, lending, and most of all, supporting. It was a beautiful thing. In the wee hours of Saturday morning we danced that kitchen for all its worth.

Because the truth is that girls actually do like to help. We like to feel needed in tough times, and we like to be part of a celebration in good times. We can't do it all ourselves, and when we have taken the time to create and nurture a group of friends, we don't have to.    

When did you go through a trial or tribulation where your sisters were there for you?

AAADD is running me

My ADD has been at an all-time high this week. I’ve started and stopped so many things that I surprise myself on the rare occasion that I actually get anything fully done by the end of the day.  

Which reminds me of our Friday Funny. If you’ve been challenged this week with completing tasks, and are wondering if you suffer from AAADD (Age-Activated Attention Deficit Disorder), you’re not alone, Karma Sister! Watch this sister as she goes through exactly what plays out in my head quite regularly.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oHBG3ABUJU

Gratitude & Tasmanian Devil

The moment I wake up, even before I open my eyes, I tend to run through my to-do list for the day. 

I recently had a long discussion with my Gaiatri yoga tribe about sending gratitude first thing, yet each day I start by running through the requirements of each day instead. One of my greatest strengths - and weaknesses - is my intensity. I complete projects quickly when I have passion, but I never stop to look back and appreciate what I have created.  

So this morning, I took a moment to reflect on my June. 

I graduated from yoga teacher training. 

I celebrated Cassidy's high school graduation and watched her accept the Drama award. 

I have three daughters who made the honor roll.

I launched my passion: karmasisters.com.  

I tear around like the Tasmanian Devil when I am in full speed. That’s just how I roll. But instead of ripping up landscapes I would like to think I have been planting a garden.  Sure, there were times when I forgot to water and weed, but in the end, as I look back, I know that I have created a beautiful garden.

I am officially sending gratitude for my fantastic life. I am happy. 

Who is a Karma Sister?

Who is a Karma Sister?

one hour

I haven't been doing my personal work and what I mean by that is I haven't been taking care of myself.   It happens, life is busy.  I rarely put myself as a priority in my own world.  Which is just crazy,   so many people depend on me being at my best.  Children have been known to hide during this period of insanity.   Taking care of myself is remembering what I want to do, and doing it.   Last week, I got caught up in my "to busy" story and now I am suffering the consequences.  I am full of anxiety and feeling pressure for no reason.      All of a sudden life seems to have taken over my life.  I started back on the program  and already I have seen a huge change in my attitude.  And what did it take?  One hour a day and some laughter.      I am so worth one hour of my own day.     

“Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.” 

― Dr. Seuss

I am a inventor!

I was told today that I have to start blogging again for the website.   I hate being told what to do.  I instantly go to the little girl inside of me that stomps her feet and screams NO!    Blogging so last year for me and I am on to other things.  I have a team now and certainly someone wants to put thoughts down in a paragraph?   Apparently not.  They all picked jobs and this one was still on the list.   Blogging was easy last year, but now I seem to have writers block.  Am I not the same person?  Well, I can honestly say I am not (even if my grammar and spelling are still terrible).    Last year I wanted to be a writer, and this year I am a inventor.  Maybe next year I will be a dancer.   I get to change my mind!