Risk For Bliss - Name your Passion Entrepreneurship

   In the quiet of a morning, as I awoke, the day was dark and cloudy, nonetheless it was not a dismal moment, but one of gratitude and thanks.  As I moved through my morning routine there seemed to be a sense that my day had something to awaken me to.  A story was on my mind and it needed to be shared.   As I pondered, struggled, thought and grappled with many thoughts, I realized that periodically I needed to speak about where I am at.    My heart could feel the call to action and that is very powerful, something one ought not ignore.  It is very much like the call of the wild.  We are truly domesticated in our daily routines and rituals. Practically bound to them.  Some are oddities that we cannot explain away and yet are necessary for us to get through our day.  My call of the wild is of a different nature.      What that nature is, in simple terms boils down to the call to be true to yourself, your principle...

   This is dedicated to all  M E N - Mighty, Empowering, Nurturing. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY.  MEN who whether they are fathers or not bring to the fabric of life an equalization.  That equalization is their logic, nurturing, life experience that they are always willing to share, their tender heart and yes they inexplicably like women have a tender heart.  Tenderness and care is an indelible strength that should not be dismissed as a weakness.    We have long socialized them into a corner that says MEN do not cry, but they do.  I have spent many a moment recently watching my DAD cry with me as we try to get through the tough life experiences raising a special needs child;  where his support of me is needed.  MEN have soul, heart, mind without a doubt.   It is time to be open to awaking to a real sense of what men are -  strong, vigilant like that mighty oak tree, but deep inside they are vulnerable, caring, and loveable. ...

When I started writing it was  02:18 am where I live.  I was awakened and summoned from my slumber to meet my truth.  Many years ago in the wake of a loss, many losses all at once, family therapy seemed to be the way to restore my sleep then, since it was ambivalently not open to a way to evoke restoring my body.  An intuitive therapist taught me to be awake to my un-sleep through truth. Over two decades later and I am here again, it is my mind, and heart getting me to see and process my truth(s).  Everybody's truth is different, for some it may be  seeing a situation for what it was but for me it is admitting my lack of capacity to deal with a situation and I needed help to take a moment to recover and refocus. Somehow over the years I have come the sordid conclusion that not being put together  Aka strong, was bad form or worse  a weakness.  Recently, amid the challenges we all face with COV-19, I found that it is okay, to have a mom...