A Not So Common Prayer

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“A Green Prayer” by Muller Davis


A few years ago, while walking around the streets of Santa Fe, New Mexico, I glanced over and this piece of art caught my eye. I was drawn to it. The simplicity of it. The colors: green for Life and Nature, a hint of yellow for Happiness. The prayerful hands, the serene, closed eyes, and the head ever so slightly bowed in prayer.

I flipped it over and read the title: “A Green Prayer.” Next, I glanced down at the artist’s name: Muller Davis.  Green—my last name.  Davis—my son’s first name. A HAPPY, PEACEFUL feeling overcame me. Sold!

Right before going into the hospital for a bi-lateral mastectomy (following a breast cancer diagnosis), my “Sisters” on so many levels held a sacred evening of love for me and my family. There were many beautiful rituals performed that evening, which wove together to present a complete ceremony, marking the healing journey I had just begun. One of the rituals was a prayer circle. Going around the circle, one at a time, each person offered up a one to two word prayer for me (presented below). As each person said their prayer, I looked them in the eye, felt their love and sincerity, accepted their profound gift and blessing, and offered gratitude.

As the last person spoke, I realized that their prayers made up “A Green Prayer”…not your common prayer, but a visual prayer that appeared to me in a piece of art. With their heartfelt words, my Sister-Friends had embodied the same simple, beautiful, circular flow the artist had portrayed in the piece of art I’d been so drawn to. And once again, I felt Happy. Peaceful.

My prayer for you today is this: May you feel the sense of happiness and peace in your life that you so deserve. Claim it…even if yours doesn’t look like a common prayer…CLAIM IT.

Here are their prayers:


Susan:  Comfort

Christian:  Trust Life

Brady:  Trust

Davis:  Confidence

Anne:  Agape

Kathleen M.:  Happiness

Janna:  Wasah

Robin:  Admiration

Jo:  Bravery

Tracy:  Love

Alice:  Light and Healing

Amy:  No Chemo

Kathleen Z.:  Perfection
Jessica:  Divine Light

Nancy:  Letting Go

Kathy:  In The Moment

Alison:  NOW

 And so it is.  Amen.

Zumba and The Art of Trust

“Today, at age 44, I took my first Zumba class.  You’ll either know what I mean or not…but it was a total TRUST thing.  Glad I did it!”

And there you have it, a post on my Facebook page after attending my first, but NOT my last Zumba class.

What does Zumba have to do with trust?  Everything.

See, every time we step out of our comfort zone, every time we push ourselves to do something new, different, and a wee bit scary, we are trusting ourselves.  And in trusting ourselves, we are allowing ourselves to experience more of what life has to offer—in essence, we are allowing ourselves to grow more into WHO WE ARE.

By tasting more of life, you are trusting life.

Taste more, trust more.  Trust more, taste more.  The cycle works in both directions, back and forth.  As it works in both directions, the snowball continues to grow…in a good way, not a bad one.

If you were born to dance, with a natural swing in your hips and a persistent rhythm or beat thrumming in your head, this example probably makes no sense to you.  Like I said on Facebook…”You’ll either know what I mean or not.”  But if you’re like me, someone who prefers silence in her head, and deeper, a little girl who grew up believing swinging-hips were meant for other girls, the thought of dancing, and dancing in public (!!), was more than a wee bit scary.

I do not drink alcohol.  I have nothing against alcohol, I simply don’t like the taste.  At least that’s what I’ve always told myself…or is it that deep down within the quiet places inside me, I’m afraid of losing control?  I have never tried pot.  I was teased in high school for it:  “Oh, you think you’re too good or something?”  No.  Not at all.  It just never seemed like an especially good idea to me.  Or again, was I too scared of the unknown?

No drinking.  No drugs.  And no dancing?!  Girl, live a little!  So I did.  I danced.  I moved my hips.  I raised my arms above my head and swung them wildly.  And you know what else?  I smiled like a lunatic the entire time!  Later that day, after the music had left my head, a bit of it remained in my cells…and in that moment I could easily place the feeling that had created the genuine child-like-beaming-smile:  I felt free.  I trusted myself, I let go, and I felt FREE.

That is the art of trust.

That’s what trust is all about.  We trust in order to let go.  We trust to find our inner peace.  And what does inner peace feel like?  Your inner peace is the feeling of freedom.

Consider these facts: I have studied trust for 16 years, I write about trust, I coach one-on-one on trust, next month I will start offering trust workshops for small groups of women, yet it is still a daily practice of mine.  I have not mastered it.  But I am very, very good at it now, and I can show you how to become good at it, too.

If learning to trust yourself, to let go, and to feel free sound inviting to you, consider yourself officially invited!  Mark your calendar for January 31, 2015.  I will be offering my first, but NOT last trust workshop in the Dallas area (limit 20 participants).

Stay tuned here on my blog or on the Trust Life Today Facebook page for more details and information on how to sign up.

I look forward to connecting with you:  leave a comment, send a private message (leslie@trustlifetoday.com), or come see me soon in person.  Until then…whatever you choose to be, do, or try for the first time, OWN IT!

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Why YOU Must Be the Hand Holder, Not the Other Way Around

A little girl of about eight-years old and her father were crossing a bridge one afternoon by foot.  Around halfway across, the wind began to pick up.  The little girl’s hair whipped all about, for brief moments making it difficult for her to see.  An egregious gust of wind came with such sudden force, the father stumbled, then lurched forward in a vain attempt to retrieve his hat.  As the grown man watched the black speck of fabric flutter downward and eventually strike the river below, he felt a slight shiver as he was reminded just how fragile life can seem.

It was this thought, the thought of the fragility of life in general, and of his mortality in particular, that made this man feel vulnerable and scared.  Quite unexpectedly and with more force than he had intended, the father announced to his little girl, “Sweetheart, please hold Daddy’s hand so that you don’t fall into the river.”

The little girl responded, just as fast as the whip of wind, “No, Daddy.  You hold my hand.”

“What’s the difference?” asked the puzzled father.

“There’s a big difference,” replied the little girl.  “If I hold your hand and something happens to me, I’ll probably let go.  But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let go of my hand.”

In any relationship, the Truth of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.  So hold the hand of the person whom you love, rather than expect them to hold yours.

Do this:  the next time you find yourself clasping your own hands (you may be doing it now), notice how your fingers interlace perfectly, naturally, effortlessly.  Remind yourself to see THAT as a bond of Self-Love.  What a beautiful place to start…that has no end.

May you lead your life by Love.  And live your life with Trust.  Amen.

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If today’s message spoke to you, won’t you please share it on Facebook or Twitter?  You never know, it might be just the thing someone in your circle of friends is meant to experience today.  Thank you!


How to Love Yourself, Straight From You

For the past month we’ve been talking about Self-Love…what it means, what it looks like, and how we express it in our lives (or not).

Summary of Previous Articles:

“How to Love Yourself First”— The series kicked off with a story about dating the “wrong guy” for way too long.  Why did I stick around for so long?  Bottom-line: because I didn’t love myself enough.  Three important questions were posed in order to help you determine how (if) you love yourself.

“Are You Constantly Searching for Love? Here’s One Sure Step to Finding Love”— In this post, you will clearly see what it means to love yourself…what it actually looks like in concrete terms.

“She Learned to Love Herself…And So Can You”— Using the Mexican artist Frida Kahlo to introduce self-love, we quickly shift to the HOW TO of self-love in this post.

“French Fries and Fingernails”— Last week we looked at how self-love comes in all shapes and sizes. How sometimes it’s the small, random acts of kindness we offer ourselves that speak the loudest.  We also heard from two readers who shared how they struggle with self-love and the tactics they use to overcome their struggles.

Topic with No End

This has been a huge topic.  One I’ll never really be “done” writing about or exploring its importance in our daily lives.  But for today, I will wrap up this series on self-love by sharing the candid, and sometimes extremely raw insights that you shared with me.  And finally ending this post with a list of your self-love practices.  Continue Reading