Honoring Boundaries
January 12, 2011
The word “boundaries” has come up a lot today - for me and for my clients. It’s closely tied to the word “respect.”
When we respect others, we respect their boundaries. And when others respect us, they respect our boundaries.
The purpose of having boundaries is to protect and take care of ourselves - emotionally, physically and mentally. We need to be able to tell other people when they are acting in ways that are not acceptable to us. This applies to both our personal lives and our professional lives.
Are you setting personal and professional boundaries for yourself? Or are you allowing others to cross the line, time and time again?
And are you honoring the boundaries of others?
Ponder these questions and write about them in your journal. You may discover a pattern that you didn’t realize you had.
The Birth of the Phenomenal Woman
January 4, 2011
Coming off the energy of my recent Winter Solstice virtual retreat - I feel, more than ever, that living an authentic life is a must.
When we are living from the depth of our inner beings, we are capable of amazing things. It’s almost magical!
There’s great change in our lives, our families, our communities, and our world. We become the phenomenal women we’ve always wanted to be - and we touch each and every life around us in a phenomenal way.
In honor of this empowering energy, I share the gifted words of the phenomenal Maya Angelou and invite you to step into your own magic.
Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
~ Maya Angelou