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 I believe we are perfect, exactly the way we are in this moment.

Often the piece missing, the big thing that we feel is lost or we can't grasp is ourselves.

What you are missing is you, perfectly wonderful you!

It is never outside of yourself.

It doesn't need fixing or need to be found.

It simply needs to have light shine on it.

That is what I do. I help shine a light on your perfection so you can live your life honoring your gifts and sharing your uniqueness with the world.

Transitions in life are stepping stones to something better. Yes, those stepping stones are a bit rough. Most growth is uncomfortable.

The real work isn't about getting the new job, or starting over after divorce, or figuring out what happens next.

                   The real work is changing your mind about yourself.

Once you have a true appreciation for who you really are, anything is possible.

Let me shine the light on you. You will be amazed at the miracles that follow.

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Blessings,
Virginia

Feng Shui Friday:Sometimes You Have to Embrace The Chaos

My eldest came home from college for the summer. With him came mounds and mounds of stuff. Stuff that was dumped in the kitchen, dining room and laundry room. Dirty laundry practically filled the entire laundry room and walking through the dining room required obstacle course finesse.

I felt like a tsunami had hit my organized, neat home and I wanted it picked up. NOW.

Because I wanted it to be picked up NOW, I decided it was my job to do it.

Until said eldest said, "Sorry about all the laundry mom."

Then I stopped in my tracks and with a smile responded, "No need to apologize.  I am not the one who is going to do it all."

I then tidied my office and my bedroom and decided to live with the chaos in the rest of the house while everything gets back into a groove.

It wasn't just about the stuff. The stuff everywhere meant a transition and transitions take a few days. Moving back home after seven months at school is a process. Routines have to be re established and boundaries need to be figured out. It can get messy.

We can't rush through transitions. We have to allow the mess and take control over areas that we can (i.e. my cleaning my office and bedroom). I could have put everything away myself and the result would have been a resentful exhausted mom. Instead I let my son figure out where everything was going to go and where he wanted to store the things he didn't need. I offered help as did his siblings but the process held more meaning for all of us when he took charge.

In a few weeks high school will be out and  there will be another mini tsunami as we transition from the school year to summer. I will keep my bedroom and office clean and embrace the chaos.

Empty Spaces

Ten years back, just a few years in to single parenting, I decided to make a fresh start. On a wing and a prayer, I moved from New Hampshire to Maine. One of the reasons I bought this home was the amazingly kid friendly back yard. I knew the gigantic swing set, the play hut and the acre of woods would be the perfect place for my children to play, explore, create and grow.

Time passes. Those cuties are now bigger than me.  The hours of back yard games and watching kids play in the woods and swings and in the back yard hut have somehow passed. The many dinners in the car between games and practices  and  the ping ponging from field to field have passed as well. Those were crazy and exhausting days.  I made many sacrifices to be present for my children and  I wouldn't  change any of it.

As those years passed ,the swing set deteriorated and the back yard hut became a sagging collector of crap. So those 'bigger than me' cuties and I embarked on a demolition project. The swing set, the hut and years of collected stuff  now lie in here.

The emptying has created a vacant spot. A vacancy similar to the one I feel in myself , as single mothering has become more vague.  My day to day life is no longer overflowing with single mom responsibilities. I feel both a sadness and an excitement.  That dumpster symbolizes the new space I am creating for myself.  As each of my children take steps into their futures, away from me, I get to take a journey  filling the new spaces in my life.