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Listen for Wisdom (and the New WOW)

Discernment is a gift, and it is offered to those who LISTEN.

How I wish answers would arrive via FedEx with a 20-point outline and a comprehensive road map to get me from A to Z.

For me, it doesn’t happen that way.  But discernment DOES provide what is needed, and here’s what it is:

YOUR NEXT STEP.

That’s all you need, you know.  And it’s so LIBERATING to know that one next step, because then you can ACT on it.  Action produces a powerful chain of events that stirs up the universe on your behalf, and next thing you know, the NEXT next step becomes clear.

I started the year writing out my goals and, well, that’s all I knew to do!  I didn’t know HOW they were all going to happen, but writing them down was my first step.

They stare at me while I spend endless hours here at the computer, working.

Sometimes I chuckle, “I wonder how THAT’s gonna happen…”  My chuckle is not one of cynicism, but more of wonder and awe, because the very fact that I sit at a computer working from my HOME and in FLORIDA no less, is proof positive that the most unlikely wishes can and do, in fact, materialize.

We stew on our dreams and in stewing, seek answers, but not in a frantic, desperate way. When the time is right, the answers flow to us, don’t they? 

We just need to be open – and quiet ourselves enough to listen for the answer.

I’m not being very specific, am I?

What has me excited right now is my current NEXT STEP. I told you about joining the local Toastmasters club and doing so has invigorated me.  I didn’t know there was a tribe of geeky speakers just like me in the world!

Another organization I joined last August – and, for the life of me, I wasn’t sure WHY – was the Sarasota Yacht Club (SYC).  Duane likes showing up and having his martini waiting for him; I like the water views…we feel a little like Thurston Howell the 3rd and his wife, Lovey – but, as the song goes, “Is that all there is?”

Sometimes it takes time for the answers to show up.

My friend, Kyle, always urged me to sign up for volunteer tasks at the Club and I was totally CLOSED to the suggestion.  After all, I’m busy enough with my two full-time jobs, my consulting work, Zumba, friends, family and Shasta. (Not necessarily in that order.)

However, the SYC has a ladies’ group, the GEMS, and I have thoroughly enjoyed attending their monthly luncheons. These ladies are awesomely accomplished; leaders in their respective fields and many have retired but their stories of accomplishments keep me on the edge of my seat.

At a recent meeting, the GEMS announced they wanted a new logo and shared a concept with the group that was met with a collective, “Meh.”  Those that were energized were on the negative side: “Our logo is just fine as is!”

I love mediating tension, especially when I see a path forward.  Long story short, I volunteered to head up the logo committee and it’s been invigorating and successful, while giving me an opportunity to present before the GEMS group.

I think I’ve found another tribe.  And a dream is being birthed of expanding my speaking engagements from the government sector to the SYC and its affiliated clubs nationwide.

Nothing like thinking big, right?

My point is that you may not have a clue why you are doing something today, but if you keep your ears (and your heart) open, the answer will flow to you.

As will the NEXT STEP.

I’m rooting you on all the way as I share my near surrender to despair from this past week as well as the new WOW:

Yes!  Be KIND to yourself this week!

When the nasty little voices of fear try to diminish where you’re at and paint a dark picture of where you’re going, KICK IT TO THE CURB.

I heard an interview with one of the singers of the Little River Band in recent weeks and what was said encouraged me:  Keep working at your craft and the art will show up.

In other words, keep at it, friends. If it is in you to do, keep doing it.

The art; the magic will show up.

Love, love, love and tons of kindness to you –

xoxoxox

Brenda

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Sisters and Brothers from Another Mother (and the New WOW)

Don’t you love when friends turn into sisters and brothers?

This week I was reminded of how my circle of friends has widened since moving to Sarasota. My first six months were spent in tears of loneliness. Would I ever find my tribe?

I’d go to get my nails done and actually look around for potential friends. (You know, like in the children’s book, “Are You My Mother?”  only the “Are you My Future Friend?” version.)

Thank GOD for my main posse, who were my anchors during those stormy (and lonely) months. Renee the kind comforter; Anita the soulful listener; Cynthia the sassy sophisticate. They never failed to “show up” for me.  Because they are so GOOD at being sister friends, I made the mistake of comparing everyone new that I met to them.  Who could measure up?

Then there’s my sister sister, Shirlee, who is an earth angel.  I won the sister lottery when I was born, and she’s a gift that keeps on giving me tidings of comfort and joy.

There are the friends you hardly see at ALL (unfortunately)…but they are THERE.  If I needed Cindy or Roseann, Judy, Linda, Hilary or Antoinette, at a moment’s notice they’d drop everything on a dime to lend their wisdom or kindness without judgment.

When I finally began to relax (and stop whining), a new bouquet of budding friendships emerged. Five-foot-nothing, southern belle Kyle instantly became a huge connector and cheerleader who never fails to make me smile.  Karen, who I always introduce as my “two-time-published author” friend has proven to be a true go-to for impromptu adventures and rich conversations. My new across-the-street neighbor Darcy looks like Blake Lively (and I won’t hold that against her) because she makes me feel like her most favorite person in the world (and who doesn’t love feeling like THAT?)

I’ve got two Kim’s – my cousin as well as a long-lost friend from ages ago who came back into my life this year.  You couldn’t find two bigger hearts so full of love.

There’s all of you out there that I’ve never met, but you have become my sisters.  Suzan Alexander, can you feel the love?

I can’t forget the guys. John, my brother, sings Sinatra to me and no matter what my week is like, it heals or lifts my heart. Eric, my favorite collaborator, is always learning new things and sharing them with me, while being a genuinely kind man. Doug, who calls me “lass”, notices new shoes and hairdos (and, along with the other Sarasota Lounge Lizards made Sarasota finally feel like home.)

That really is what our sisters and brothers of the heart do for us.  They make us feel at home in this world.

We go back with them…and we go forward.

I say all of this with a heart full of gratitude and love along with a little fear and trepidation that I have certainly left someone out who should be named.  If you were omitted, part of the reason I love you is because you are so wonderfully forgiving.

I count on that breath of kindness from my sisters and brothers.  No matter how much is in your bank account as you read this, if you have at least one sibling of the heart, you (and I) are rich.

Now for the new Word of the Week!

Hmmmmmm!  I’ll admit to a teeny buzz-kill when I pulled the word OBEDIENCE. However, if history continues to repeat itself, I’ll find some nuggets in the week ahead for which I’ll end up being grateful.

Who are your sisters and brothers of the heart?  And how have they impacted your life?

xoxoxox

Brenda

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