Archive for February, 2009

Renewed, grounded and open

February 21, 2009

My Weekly Women’s Circle begins this Monday! In the comforting presence of other women, my intention is to create a nurturing space for you to connect with feelings about your life, relationships, and feminine identity leaving you renewed, grounded and open.

Click here for more information. See what you think – your first Circle is FREE!

Participating in a Women’s Circle in San Francisco for two years expanded and deepened my understanding of myself as a woman. For a few hours each week, I stopped analyzing myself, my life and my relationships and just let myself feel. The women became very dear friends. And most impactful for me, I became able to open my heart (or at least have the intention to stay open!) through all of life’s ups and downs.

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Hair Nirvana & Hollywood Cemetery

February 16, 2009

I’m thrilled to say that I’m experiencing hair nirvana at the moment, mid-day on President’s Day, thanks to drugstore mousse, a curling iron I haven’t used since 8th grade, and Alvin at Austin’s Salon. I love Alvin. He doesn’t talk much nor does he mind that I don’t either. It is so meditative getting my hair cut by him. He’s fast and he’s very, very good. I brought in a picture of Jennifer Nettles of Sugarland and I must say he did a pretty damn good job making me look like a super cool country singer! I’m about to go take my hair-nirvana-ed self on a walk through Hollywood Cemetery, my favorite place in Richmond. I love the huge trees, the regality of the presidents, and the heartbreakingly, tender messages of love engraved by families to their departed. I must admit I also calculate the length of lives lived as I walk by the gravestones. I invariably feel, “Whoa, this could all be over very soon.” It never ceases to inspire me to live my life to its fullest now and to give what I have to give.

Life is short, Love now

February 12, 2009

My Dad died 2 months ago today. I miss him. I miss the sound of his voice saying, “Hi Honey, it’s Dad.” I miss his hug. I miss playing Scrabble with him. I miss his quiet, humble nature. I really miss being able to give him my love and regret that I didn’t do it more while he was alive. Most days, I think he is just in Charlottesville. Until I remember that he isn’t. Still, I feel his fatherly love reaching me from wherever he is. Love doesn’t end. They say you teach what you need to learn. If there is anything I’ve learned from the excruciatingly tender experience of being with my Dad as he died, it is that life is incredibly short, love now.

New Valentine’s Day Workshop!

February 8, 2009

Girl, Get Your Love On!


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