Isn’t it strange no matter how many birthdays we gather there’s still a little kid inside requiring advocacy and protection? There remains that little girl or boy who can be unexpectedly hurt and never even see it coming. I experienced this recently but with the help of a magical “readjuster” I turned grain to gold, salt to sugar, and a calculated insult into gummy bears for my little girl within.
I was taken aback by the entire circumstance and being a person who prides herself on the value of keeping one’s word I quickly received the information as a blank tableaux. I didn’t clarify the big picture painting or put into context one clumsy brushstroke which was nothing more than an impotent fishing expedition and gossip. By harnessing my reaction, even though hurt, I held space for my integrity in a way the wee fisherman can never claim.
Warriors, I leveled up.
Keeping our integrity in the way we walk through life is perhaps the most important mantle to carry. We do not authentically ba...
Each morning you wake is a new start. Every month, with the calendar turn, marks a new beginning. Still, there’s something about entering a brand new year that shakes us up like an old school etch-a-sketch. A fresh twelve months cleans the scribbles of yesteryear into a satisfyingly smooth, unblemished, ice rink!
Grab a stick and start skating, Warriors; but first pause and do a little clean up. Some prep in this first month will prove a foundational investment for the following eleven.
Number one, if your Christmas tree is still up, take it down! There’s nothing more claustrophobic than holiday decorations past new year’s day! You put it up, you take it down! Take the time to put everything away with intention, honor, and care. I always untangle every string of lights and carefully tissue wrap my ornaments. I wash the linens, iron if needed, and store in a fresh, sealed container. In this way I give my future self the gift of unwrapping a clean holiday season when it visits again.
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in Magic will never find it.”
-Roald Dahl, The Minpins
With the New Year upon us there’s a sense of rebirth and hope. I’m here to tell you this is the time to believe in your biggest dreams and manifest your heart’s desire! There’s no time like now to take inventory of bucket list dreams and lofty aspirations! There isn’t a moment more ripe than NOW to recognize you are your OWN life’s magician!
With singular focus, intention, hard work, and belief in the next 365 days you can greet your reflection in the mirror each day and confidently say,
“Hello, Magic Maker!”
Perhaps it feels audacious to hope you posses the power of manifestation. That’s your smallest self trapped in a world devoid of unabashed belief. If I let my faith be dictated by my station in life or small stature I’d never have proclaimed myself a writer with...
It is Christmas Eve 2018, Warriors, and I’m invoking the call for magical visions in the season of belief! If you are prone to cynicism; ditch it. If that “bah humbug” vibe has you down, overcome it! Replace anything negative with a new, ULTIMATE vision! Make plans to unwrap the gift of your OWN potential on Christmas Day and into the bright, shiny, New Year!
No matter where you find yourself Christmas Eve you can dig deep into that dreamer you once knew and uncover the innocence of believing in something purely magical. Life is not an easy road for anyone but it is a beautiful journey for those who choose the motto of belief. Every time tested story of ultimate love, belief, and sacrifice resonates in a Warrior’s soul. The common theme sewn through them all is perseverance and adherence to a vision of benevolent good.
On Christmas Eve pause to behold the simple beauty of goodness in your fellow man. Think of ways others have shown you love and bathe in the light of that blessing. Too m...
“No matter the holiday traditions someone observes in their home, they are beautiful, they are sacred, and in the end, they honor love.”.
I strongly believe in that philosophy. Homes celebrate different traditions; some light candles, some light trees, some mark the solstice, while others simply quietly observe. There are repeated activities we have formed without knowing they would one day be treasured traditions.
Growing up my family went to the same Christmas tree farm each year in the Santa Cruz mountains. We would hunt and chop down the centerpiece of our living room, my mother’s famed Christmas tree! Literally, Girl Scout Troops would come to see her spectacular tree. We lived in a very middle class neighborhood but come December, her living room was as spectacular as Rockefeller Center. I can remember sitting on the flight of stairs that led directly to that glorious tree and squinting my eyes to blur the colored lights in my dark h...
The holiday season seems to come faster each year. It feels as though I blink my eyes and a year has flown by marked with important milestones. I welcome Sagittarius season since we three Warrior Girls all happily celebrate birthdays, the solstice, and Christmas.
As of December first I have decorated the house and tree. Colorful, twinkly, lights greet our neighbors and friends outside. Our courtyard is lit to spotlight kids toys reminding me of nostalgic stories and Christmases past. There’s far less hustle and bustle now that I have teenagers who BOTH DRIVE. I am no longer tethered to unceasing Nutcracker rehearsals or baking for classroom parties.
“All is calm, All is bright”, comes to mind.
What I realize is I stressed myself, unnecessarily, when the girls were younger. In hopes of making this time of year, “perfect” I didn’t always remember, by definition, it simply is.
I’m here to remind all you Warriors to breathe into the season rather than holding your breath until it is over.
With our annual observation of Thanksgiving looming large there are big and small reasons to give thanks.
Sometimes people become so adept at complaining they forget all the small, good things easily taken for granted. Ahead of gathering with friends and family let me share a small list of things for which I hold immense gratitude. It is my hope this will help jumpstart a list all your OWN.
I give thanks for every valiant soul who humbly served their nation believing in a cause greater than their singular self interest. Having visited Walter Reed in Bethesda, Maryland last week my gratitude for those who risk life and limb has magnified exponentially. Visiting our warriors determined to get back on their “feet”, even though they’d now walk on prosthetic limbs, humbled my heart. I observed smiling warriors with fiercely motivated attitudes. Looking deeper, I saw brave faces with scared eyes who need our love, gratitude, and appreciation for their service and sacrifice. I give thanks for...
There’s a perception instilled in us from a very early age that there’s much to be feared in the absence of light. I’ve found this isn’t true. I’ve learned as much, or more, from the dark parts of my life. I’ve learned that in the stark view of duality we miss the shades of gray between black and white.
Preparing to take part at WWE’s Evolution I became more and more introspective. Knowing we were crossing a bridge from “first ever” to commonplace was cause for celebration. What was shiny and bright in Long Island on the day of our event was born from a muddy fight, bellies on the ground, in the weeds for many years. What came to light was conceived in the dark.
One could not have existed without the other.
When we are in a time of darkness we must remember, it too, is a time of growth. I’m not suggesting we become complacent in an unlit cave. I’m simply saying we could not inhale the star’s shine were it not for the night sky. The sun’s warmth is less poetic without the kiss of winter’s...
I told the story of meeting Dustin and Terri Runnels on Terri Runnels’ podcast Cigars, Scars, & Superstars (check it out!!). They were my entry into the world of wrestling and a more kind and lovely welcoming crew one could not have had! I was introduced to their strawberry headed daughter, Dakota, promptly fell in love with her, renamed her kitty cat, and the rest, as they say, is history...
It’s an important part of my OWN history because the Goldust character was responsible for my first impression of a business I’d come to love.
Watching Warrior run a program with Goldust was A LOT OF FUN! I felt the two characters brought a lot of depth along with levity. Warrior grabbing Marlena’s cigar and puffing it in the ring is one of the funniest things I can think of his character ever doing. Warrior and Dustin practicing putting a cigar out in Dustin’s hand, Terri and I looking on backstage was truly comical.
Goldust brought out a different side of Warrior and it was really good!
Wednesday, October 4th, our beloved 7 year old Boston Terrier, May, died. We rushed her to the emergency vet Sunday in our pajamas, Mattie still in bare feet, because she was suddenly paralyzed, failing, and very evidently near death. The prognosis was not good by the time our vet came to talk to us. We thought she had been poisoned and as such spent the next four days trying to stabilize her and restore her liver.
On Wednesday it was clear there was something else; her blood work showed no improvement . Upon probing further and doing more invasive tests we were devastated to learn she had pancreatic cancer.
We were heartbroken.
I was not prepared to lose May. Neither were my girls and the many people in our lives who truly felt Mayhem was their spirit dog too. Two of my best friends, Denise and Alia sobbed. Denise took care of May when I was traveling and loved her; letting her sleep next to her often. Alia, who is a spiritual person, fell i...