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Choose Your Truth: I Am a Tree Person

I believe there are city people, beach people, and tree people. Yes, tree people. Tree people consist of those who prefer the mountains, the woods, the forest—anywhere they can be surrounded by trees.

I am a tree person.

Take a good look at these trees.

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Just looking at them makes me want to walk among them, touching the twists and turns of the intertwined branches and trunks. Admiring their uniqueness.

They are not your standard trees. These trees have character.

What if, as young saplings, they were told by their elders, “No, no, no. You’re doing it all wrong. You’re growing improperly! Grow straight and tall, like us. That is what a real tree does.”

Confused, not understanding what they were doing to displease their elders, the young saplings tried to grow straight. They concentrated hard, making every effort to reach straight for the sun.

The more they tried (to become what they were not), the more they failed.

The elders began to chastise them. “What’s wrong with you?” they would ask. “Why can’t you do your simple job? No one will ever love you looking like that.”

The saplings believed the elders. They grew more twisted, less straight. Sadly, they did not see their beauty.


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One day, a lost fairy entered the wooded area. She was quite young herself, and didn’t yet realize that trees could read the thoughts of fairies (and humans alike).

How lovely, the little fairy thought. What exquisite tress. This must be an enchanted forest; it feels magical.

The saplings began to smile.

The trees were mesmerized by the little fairy. They watched, with both curiosity and awe, as she began to flutter about, flying high in the air, dipping down low, spontaneously making figure-eights in mid-flight. As she glided between gaps in the branches and trunks, her heart soared. With every tree-filled, joy-filled breath she took, it was as though she was finding more of herself among the trees.

As she flew away, the trees could feel her happiness. They themselves were happy. But more than happy, they felt fulfilled. No matter if she returned or not, these young saplings now knew their worth. They chose to see it. And to believe it.

One small fairy. One small fairy who saw the beauty in the different, the unique.

Young saplings, I ask you, which will you choose to believe? The story that you are doing it all wrong? Or the story that you have within you the inner power and strength to be uniquely who you are? That you can grow up to be anything you want to be, no matter your age.

Choose to see that inner power and strength. Choose to believe it.

Know your worth.

Find yourself among the trees.

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We are defined by the stories we tell ourselves.

If a story about trees and fairies is too outthere for you, try this one on:

At a very young age, Steve Jobs was told by a neighbor girl that he had been given up for adoption—“discarded,” was the word she used. As you can imagine, upon hearing this, little Stevie ran home to his parents, crying all the way.

When his parents asked him what was wrong, he told them what the little girl had said, that he had been discarded.

They responded by telling the young Jobs that he was CHOSEN, he was not discarded.

Question: Which story is true? The little girl’s story or Jobs’ parents?

Answer: Whichever story you choose.

Whichever story Steve Jobs chose to believe.

Ask yourself this, is your story helping you to maximize what the Divine has given you? Or is it helping you to fall short?

Choose your story. Choose who you are. And who you are not.

Choose your truth.

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I dedicate this post to my boys, Davis and Christian. Be who you are. Always. See your truth in the story you choose. Love, Mom

Do You Struggle With Goodbyes?

Practicing Goodbyes

A friend recently sent me some of his favorite Richard Bach quotes. Among them was this one:

“Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. 

And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.”

Like you, I’m not crazy about goodbyes. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten better at them, but I sometimes wonder if it’s only been through sheer practice. Is that how the military kids I grew up with dealt with goodbyes? Through practice?

Or, is there a different mind-set that helps us through goodbyes? Like so many aspects in our lives, is it more a matter of how we choose to think about a given situation? How we choose to perceive our reality?

Shift in Perception

Take a second to re-read the quote, absorb it:

“Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.”

After a few go’s at the quote, I noticed a shift in perception. What did it for me was the second sentence:

“A farewell is necessary before you can meet again.”

Oh! Okay, I see. In order to rejoice in meeting again, there must first be a farewell. A stop and a start. An end and a beginning.

Essentially, when we kiss our kids good-night, we’re giving them a farewell, a practice we start when they’re infants. Of course, they are just in another room, but this act of ‘farewell’ leads to an opportunity to meet them again, the following morning. The same occurs with our partners when we go our separate ways in the morning.

This quote reaches a crescendo with the last sentence, “And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.” Think about that. Moments or lifetimes. For those who are friends.

Moments and Lifetime Feelings

I’ve experienced moments, mere seconds, away from a beloved friend that have felt like a lifetime—as if the second the door shut behind them, I already yearned for their return. It’s a lot like my yellow Lab. I can leave the house for a moment, say, to check the mail, and return to a dog who acts as if I’ve been gone years. She’s genuinely over-the-moon to see me. On the other hand, I’ve spent a lifetime away from certain friends, only to reconnect decades later and have it feel as if we had seen one other yesterday.

For all of us, we have experienced these moments and lifetime feelings.

Instead of being dismayed by goodbyes, perhaps our focus should lie in the rejoicing of meeting again. I like that. Thinking about goodbyes in this context brings me comfort.

But what if there’s still more….

No Such Thing as Goodbye

What if there are NO goodbyes among friends? I’m not talking about acquaintances here, I’m talking about *friends*. Those special souls with whom you’ve formed a heart-connection. Whether this connection is formed in person, over the phone, through emails, back and forth in texts, or even after a one time meeting. Regardless of how they’re formed, true connections exist. And when these friends truly dwell in your heart, are you ever really separated? I believe the answer is NO.

My hope is that your heart holds such friends—and holds them in such a way that you don’t feel separated by distance, but instead, you feel the Oneness that connects us all.


Doug, thank you for sending the Bach quotes. You, my friend, dwell in my heart.

Thank you Friends, especially to those who See me. Those who have been in my life for Moments AND a Lifetime. As I prepare to move my family halfway across the country, I know there is no goodbye among friends.


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The Unexpected Teacher

Christian, The Unexpected Teacher

Not a hint of wind to be felt, nor a care in the world—or so I thought—as I watched our younger son stare into the water. When his trance broke, I asked him, “What were you thinking?” I was fully prepared to hear the Nuthin’ that punctuates the speech of every kid between the ages of seven and seventeen to such a preposterous question.

This is what my then 11-year old said: ”Mom….” a long pause followed, as if he were gathering his thoughts, or perhaps still coming-to. Then he just flowed, picking up steam as he said, “You know how right before you jump in the pool for the first time, and you know it’s going to be cold, you have all these feelings of anxiety and doubt, like whether you should do it or not, like whether it’s going to be worth it, and you’re even a little scared? Then you just tell yourself to do it and you do?”

Me: “Yes.”

My son: “I wonder if it’s the same for shy people before they talk. That’s what I was thinking.”

Don’t you love when the unexpected teacher shows up in your life? And the unexpected lesson is presented as a gift? The type of gift that melts away any previous tension or worry, and you breathe it in, knowing, Life is good. Life is damn good.

I’d love to hear your thoughts. Shy people? Not so shy people? Life is good thoughts? Similar experiences with unexpected teachers? Share away!

Happy Anniversary To YOU, One Year From Today….

It’s almost eight o’clock in the evening on September 7th, 2015. I have been practicing a form of gratefulness for the last two months or so. The first task I do is list three new things I’m grateful for.

When I think about what I’m grateful for and couple that with today’s date, I can’t help but remember that exactly four years ago at this time I was lying in a hospital bed after having both of my breasts removed.

No, I’ve never quite said it like that before. Yes, I know the correct term is bi-lateral mastectomy and the more common term is double mastectomy. But that’s what happened. Both of my breasts were removed and I have been absolutely flooded with gifts-of-life ever since.

These gifts-of-life are my gratitude today. Here are three of many:

  1. I am four years cancer-free…healthy, whole, healed, joy-filled, peaceful
  2. I have given myself permission to have friend-divorces…letting go of those friends who simply drain, drain, drain…and keeping those close who fill, fill, fill
  3. I see my beauty, even on days I don’t wash my hair. The picture is sooo much bigger! Being a woman is sooo much sweeter!

I remember lying in my hospital bed and seeing it was nearing eight o’clock. The sun was going down rapidly and all of my visitors were gone for the day. With my eyes staring into the nothingness that lay beyond the window, I became very still. I tried to detach all of my senses with the exception of my sense of smell. As I allowed my eyes to drift out of focus I inhaled slowly and deeply until I could distinguish the different smells of the flowers that adorned the perimeter of my room, each scent its own message of Love.    

I found so much peace in the smell of Love. I found peace in the way I “did” cancer—probably because I did cancer my way—never giving a damn if people agreed with my way or not. It wasn’t for them to agree or disagree with. The popularity contest was over. I won…and the prize was more peace. 

May you, too, feel that peace. May I feel it in other areas of my life.

May we live peace.

Happy 4-year anniversary to me. And happy anniversary to YOU, one year from today, as you make today a new beginning in some love-filled endeavor. Amen.



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The day it all began….

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