changin’ PERSPECTIVE …

Was sharing with a dear friend one night a way to change perspective on life. Remember that negative thoughts and words are purely a perception of the person having those negative thoughts and saying those negative words. Change your perspective. Change your life.

So many of us are quick to say that something doesn’t work or it’s wrong or bad. Let’s say you’re outside in the cold with a big ol’ winter coat on and you’re still freezing and you think “this coat isn’t keeping me warm at all.” Really? This big down coat isn’t doing anything? So if you were standing outside in a T-shirt, you’d be just as cold? That’s a ridiculous thought when you put it that way, right? Yet we all have ’em. We’ve trained our brains to think like this. And it makes our lives soooo much less enjoyable. (And I’d bet a million dollars – although betting on this would make no sense, as there is no proof I’ve ever said this – I’ve said this exact thing at least 5 times in my past, because I am NOT a fan of cold weather. Plus, I used to think like this.)

Another example: I am sick and I’m taking my immune-boosting herbs and essential oils, yet I still feel sick. I could look at it as the herbs and oils are not working ORRR, I could look at it as thank goodness I’m taking these herbs and oils, because I feel so much better than if I were taking nothing. Which of these choices sounds more pleasant?

You can think this change in mindset is BS, or you can be like, fuck yeah, this sounds amazing and totally makes sense and I’m going to work on changing my perspective on things that happen in my life so I can be happier and more fulfilled! Again I ask, which of these options sounds better?!?! ;)  Plus, you can totally trust me as I have done the work (over and over and over again) to change my mindset and have seen changes in all aspects of my perception of life events and experiences. So there’s that.

If you’re more positive in general, it will absolutely translate to everything else. How you do one thing is how you do everything. So change your perspective and witness ALL THE AWESOME that comes!

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my first CUPPING …

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I’m guessing some dirty minds are chuckling right now. However, I’m referring to the Eastern medicine technique of cupping. I have been going to acupuncture for a few weeks now and today, she asked me if she could do cupping on my back following my acupuncture treatment. I have never had this done before, so SURE! I had absolutely no idea what I had just agreed to other than my minimal knowledge of what cupping is.

She removes the needles from my back, then walks out of the room and returns with a cute little basket of cute little round jars. Oooo, I love jars! I asked her what it was going to feel like, and she didn’t respond. She just got right to it. Lighting up those jars and suctioning them to my back flesh … holy shit, WHAT. IS. HAPPENING. ?. Suddenly there was nothing cute about those jars and that fucking basket. And at that moment, I realized why she hadn’t responded to my question … because you can’t describe what it feels like to have your entire back sucked off of your skeleton. The tightness. The pulling. WTF?

And then she left me in the room with jars stuck to my back. I was like what the hell is going to happen to me in here. All by myself. With jars stuck to my back. Thankfully, it was only around 5 minutes. And in that 5 minutes, I thought how can she possibly remove these super-powered suction-cups from my skin?!? And I also thought, I’m definitely going to have those round marks like the Olympic swimmers have. Yeah, I’m cool like that. Don’t let me fool you, I did not feel cool in that moment.

Removing them wasn’t a big deal and they made silly popping sounds. And then the magic happened. My back never (at least what I can remember) felt so light and relaxed and open then in that moment. And it took only 5 minutes of cupping. This is the truth behind the power of traditional medicine practices. I realized how much weight I carry in my back, because I now know how light and airy it CAN feel. Now that shit is magic. And it is real. All at the same time.

I am pretty open to all types of holistic healing, which is why I was gung ho to try cupping. And honestly, I would do it again. In the moment, it was really intense. Like INTENSE intense. And because of that, I had a tough time laying there with it even for a short 5 minutes. But, experiencing that feeling of lightness in my back was mind-blowing. Like, WOW, I hold soooooo much in there, and now I am fully aware of it because the weight has been lifted, or at least sucked into some jars. I now truly understand what it feels like to be weighed down and to be lightened up. How cool is that?!? OK, now, I feel cool.

We all need to experience opposition to understand our feelings. We can’t understand happiness without feeling sadness; lightness without darkness; love without hate. So, although I had a tough time with those not-so-cute-anymore jars, they helped me to remember this fact of life. And brought me here to write about it and remind all of you.

In those moments of pain or sadness or other seemingly negative feelings, remember that you need them all to be able to relate to and fully embrace the amazingly positive yummy feelings. This helps to change our perspective in life. To trust that everything, and I mean everything, that happens in your life is meant for you.

Happy Cupping!

big BLUE …

Blue. The color associated with the throat chakra. Blue. The color of my eyes. Interestingly, I had kept both of them partially closed up to all those around me – strangers, loved ones, myself – for most of my past life.

Throat chakra … communication, speaking your truth, expression. Today, I took a beautiful meditation class at M N D F L in Greenwich Village. In the middle of the meditation, I got an intense tickle in my throat and REALLY needed to cough. However, I did not feel inclined to break the stillness in the room with a cough attack. So, I held it back. And my eyes started to tear. And I was quickly reminded of being a child afraid to cough for fear of attracting attention to my “noise.” How sad, right? And coughing was no different than my words. I was afraid of being heard. Afraid of being me. And so I held it back, kept it all inside. No wonder holding in a cough results in tears. Coughing is a vocal release. It is part of my voice (not my “noise”). And I have definitely learned that holding in my words will also result in tears. It may have taken some years, but those guys flow easier these days. It’s my time to release. Time to be free of those old stories. Time to express who I am and fuck being afraid of it. I’m the only one afraid of me. Let’s be honest, everyone else thinks I’m pretty rad.

My eyes. Those big blue beauties – if I let them be, anyway. I’ve also held them back. Kept them tucked away under squinty half-opened eyelids. If people can’t see ALL of my eyes, then they can’t see me and what I’m REALLY about. Who’s that hurting? Yup, you guessed it – me again! I’ve actually noticed that my eyes are tired of being half-open … I don’t know what muscles are in my face that control my eyelids, but they’re tiiiiired of squinting for 30+ years. Now, I’m working on that face muscle memory ;) and awareness of the tightness that just doesn’t feel good anymore. The beautiful thing is that when I open my eyes wide, I can see the world. Like a whole bunch more of it. And I feel like I’m a bigger part of it. And I feel more open to welcoming in others.

Open your throat (or voice for a less gruesome visual). Let yourself be heard.
Open your eyes. Let yourself be seen.
And your heart will automatically open as well …

what a DAY …


I truly love my name as it signifies the start of a new day. Every day. Yeah, I’m a pretty big deal.

Every morning (lately anyway), I arise at 7am. Even though the sunshine streaming through my windows and my early-riser of a cat (Luna, my ass … that’s her name: Luna) tell me I should wake up even earlier. Then, as most of us do, I go pee. Then I return to my room and my piled-up-yoga-blanket meditation seat for a 10-15 minute meditation. RPM as they call it: Rise, Pee, Meditate. And at the end of every meditation, I give thanks for my beautiful body and the beautiful earth for supporting me in my practice. How beautiful (come on, it’s just such a great word!) to start every day giving gratitude, and especially to the new day (i.e. Dawn).

Giving thanks to me and acknowledging my body and what it does for me is also a pretty big deal. I spent many years – ok, basically my entire life – working on my body (through exercise and then many years eating healthy), yet rarely acknowledged what I was actually doing for myself. I didn’t admire my body. Or congratulate myself. Or embrace the positive feelings and energy associated with exercise and eating well. Often, I wanted more and so nothing was ever quite good enough. I would do it though, and I would do it a lot. And then, I would go on with the rest of my days. Like working out for hours didn’t mean anything. Though, deep deep down, at a subconscious level, I knew it did and I knew I needed it to feel confident in my skin. Mostly, working out and eating well was all I had to feel confident. Well shit, I should be grateful for that too then! Thanks again body for doing what you needed even though I didn’t yet understand – YOU ROCK!

Today, following RPM, I went for a hike. My body and the earth connecting at the deepest level (for me, anyway). Connected physically and spiritually and everything in between. Such gratitude for my overall health to be able to hike steep mountains (I made that possible! – remember, I’m a big deal) and to the exquisite nature that surrounds me where I live right now. Such a BEAUTIFUL combination.

beautiful food with BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE …

This looks like a pile of food scraps. Ok, it is a pile of food scraps. And so much more. Mixed in there is a whole lotta love and energy and beauty.

I had nothing to do with this pile of beauty other than joyously eating EVERYTHING that was made from the other more edible parts of these plants. So, I suppose I played my part quite well, thank you very much.

This past Memorial Day weekend, I spent some time at my cousin’s home in Katonah, NY. They had a lovely party with delectable food and even more delectable people.

I was quickly reconnected to the joy I have for cooking and for being around deep like-minded people. Ahhh, so refreshing. First the cooking … as I mentioned, I cooked none of it. However, watching others easily and lovingly move around the kitchen reminded me of, well, me. I look forward to the day that I make that an important part of my life again. And especially to having someone to share that with.

Even more importantly, obviously, were the people I met. I haven’t talked that much in a loooong time! Ok, yes, I was drinking. And that may have contributed slightly to my seemingly excessive talking (or a lot … who knows, I was drinking). When I find myself conversing with like-minded people, I have soooooo much more to talk about and it’s soooooo much less scary to share who I am.

I was a very quiet shy gal growing up and really only until a few years ago. However, many people have told me that they never saw me as shy. Man, it is so interesting what we tell ourselves. So, at this point in my life, I seek and manifest other similarly fabulous humans that I feel comfortable being my true self with. And I can tell rather quickly when we are not on the same page (only took 39 years! … and still learning …). These 2 wonderful new humans were so easy to talk with, to share with and we had a whole lot in common. I felt like I talked waaaaaay too much, and didn’t inquire as much about them. I have a million questions I could’ve asked (and still can, thanks to technology and connections). They were incredibly interesting deep passionate amazing beings. I love being reminded that they truly do exist out there! And that I am welcoming more and more of them into my world. Woot woot! Ok, so back to my story (am I talking too much again?!) … since I didn’t speak much for a good chunk of my life, when I do, it tends to feel like I’m talking too much or overpowering the conversation. Because it feels different and uncomfortable. Interestingly though, it also feels exciting and satisfying. A bit confusing for me to process sometimes. I need to get used to it though. Talking. Speaking my truth. Sharing who I am. I am so grateful for the people that welcome that and are open to that and embrace my truth. Ahhh, so refreshing.

My gratitude also extends to Greg and Elise for a wonderful party and a relaxing Monday and for also accepting me as me.

XO to all

make a WISH …

The difference between a flower and a weed is judgement.” -unknown

Came across this fabulous quote on Instagram recently. Nature is beautiful in every shape and form and color … ok, in every single way.

If you can see beauty in this photo, you can see beauty in you. No judgement necessary.

have you ever tried to CHANGE someone?

“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” -Albert Einstein

We have all wanted someone in our lives to be someone else. To be exactly what we want them to be to better serve ourselves. That sounds lovely … if it were at all possible. No one can change if they aren’t willing to, and even more so, if they have no idea that they need to. Many people are fine in their content robotic lives where things are simple and comfortable and safe (feeling grounded is real, people). I am not one of those people (at least for the most part). Living my life in the opposite manner comes with a lot of challenges and fears and discomfort. And all of that has led to so many adventures and learnings and me starting to truly understand ME. My needs, my desires, my calling, my purpose …

Yet, I still have people in my life that I want to change. Because I think that they should. Because I know that life can be happier and more fulfilling. So, why would you just not do it? I try to help and advise, and help and advise, and help and advise some more and … you get my drift. I feel like I’m making myself insane sometimes. Like banging my head against the wall will gain the exact same results. All I can do is continue to love and nourish ME and shine my light on all those around me. And things will shift. Maybe in others, maybe not. But, shifting will surely happen in me, which will shift all of my relationships in a positive way.

There is a piece of me in every person that I want to change, as we are all reflections of each other. The things that trouble me and challenge me the most in these people are most likely the things in myself I have yet to work on, or that still need a little extra love and attention to finally be free of! Remember this the next time you get angry at or shut down around someone. We are all born as loving little baby humans. Love is our natural instinct. Once we can find that love for ourselves again, it will radiate out all over the world!!!

ox LOVE LOVE LOVE xo

 

beautiful CHAOS …

This kind of describes my life right now … or I should say, it describes my brain right now. So many beautiful fabulous ideas and adventures swirling around in there, yet sometimes (ok, most of the time), it feels chaotic and frazzled. This is kind of how it sounds in my head … Yay!, cool idea, love this, let’s do it, I’m so excited, oh, and then there’s this other idea, so fun, I should SO do this, Woot Woot!, 75 (slight numeric exaggeration) other ideas float in, more excitement, Woo Hoo!, Yay!, let’s do all of this, I got this! … and then … fuck no, I ain’t got this. At all. I can’t possibly do all of this. I can’t even think about all of this, let alone physically do it. So, then I get stuck. Unable to do anything, because I’ve overwhelmed myself.

I have been pretty independent for most of my adult life, so asking for help with any of these ideas is new territory for me. I’ve realized over the last couple of years that I can’t do everything on my own anymore, and more importantly, I realized that I don’t WANT to. So, I suppose that all of this is new territory … I have a newfound understanding that I CAN do what I love and be abundant and happy, I do have a creative mind and soul and I need to use it regularly, I am in this world to help others heal, I am truly capable of doing anything and everything I desire … All of these realizations is why I have so many ideas and amazing things I want to do. I’m just having to learn how to say no sometimes, and to focus my attention on one task at a time, and know when to ask for help, and to trust my intuition. I use essential oils for some of these things, and I just learned of a time management technique called the Pomodoro technique (which I’m using right now as I type this) to aid in focusing. I’ve experimented with a number of different things over the past year and a half to find what works for me. Obviously, I’m still experimenting ;)

I’m not sure if I’ve shared this with you before, but I’ve struggled with time management and paying attention since I left my corporate job in 2015. Having a consistent 9-5 schedule every day is an easy lifestyle. Boring (at least for me), but easy. Now, I can do anything any time of day and have complete control over my life and career. And I’ll be honest, that’s a fucking hard transition, hence why I’m still experimenting.

It’s funny that as I’m re-reading this blog post, it sounds less cohesive than some of my other posts and a bit frazzled, if you will. Hmmmm, maybe I should go get those oils …

tiny feet are the CUTEST …

Huge love for these tiny feet. These Minnie Mouse-enveloped feet are my niece, Brydan’s. She is an adorable beautiful bundle of joy. She smiles allllll the time. Like seriously, All. The. Time. And she’s flippin’ hilarious. And is truly her own person. And, she thinks very highly of her aunt Dawn, which melts my heart every time I see her. I look at her, and my other niece Kailyn, with awe. They are so happy and excited about life and everything in it. And they wear it on their faces and in their hearts. I’m learning from them every day …

Kids have that amazing honesty and innocence about them. They speak the truth until someone tells them not to. However, it’s the adults who have trouble hearing those truths. Maybe if we listen more and accept what they say and learn from them, we’d be a happier healthier bunch of people in this world …