The Grace of Change

Meet My Lulu

Sisters, I want to introduce you to one of the original members of our sisterhood. She's been in hiding, but she's coming out now.

I was meeting last week with my spiritual mentor Alexandra. I'm feeling this tiny but growing call to be a sensual, playful wisewoman. (Please don't ask me what this means, though, because I don't have a clue. Yet.) It's like the very beginning of pregnancy, before you've felt the first movement. You know life's in there, but you're taking it on faith.

So here I was telling this wonderful spirited Hungarian nun about how there's so much about crossing the big Five-Oh that's been fabulous: this new confidence, freedom, and creativity. I've never felt so happy, so contented (an entirely new experience for me until 50), so divinely hootless about what others think of me.

BUT

Stuff On My Cat

Have you ever visited www.StuffOnMyCat.com? If not, sashay on over for some great belly laughs.

You'll find cats buried in stickers, coat hangers, babies, action figures, post-its...you name it, some feline’s covered in it.

Even though I love the photos, I don’t need my bifocals to see that these cats are not happy campers, even with all their Stuff.

I looked like one of those cats when I was younger. I thought that pleasure was about The Stuff. You know the drill: I'll be totally happy when my life looks, metaphorically, like one of those inundated cats. Right house, right husband, right job, right kids, right car, right clothes...

Invitations, Not Resolutions

 I'm trying something new and luscious this year, sisters, and I invite you to play with me.

Here's the deal: I've had it with resolutions (as in New Year's). I'm all for plans and intentions in the right place and time, but with the world so crazy, and so much falling apart around us, I want to find the most pleasureable way to bring more grace and ease into my life.

And resolutions just don't light me up any more. Kinda been there, done that. Trying to resolve myself into flourishing just doesn't work for me, sisters. So here's how I discovered something better: