Can’t help it.
Just the way I am wired.
This identification does not mean that I won’t be monogamous.
It does not mean I will cheat or get bored.
It does not mean that I believe I need more
or are unhappy in anyway.
It simply means that I love relationship.
And stand firm with my integrity.
It means that those I choose to be in relationship with hold an eternal and special space in my heart.
That if my soul leads me to engage in any fashion,
To explore another being however called too,
That I embrace this pull and understand that it is perfect and meant to be, without question.
Many believe that to be polyamorous means that you desire sex with multiples.
That you are dating and being physically intimate with many.
But what polyamorous truly means is to have love and to embrace love and relationship with more than one.
Anyone who has more that one child,
Has more than one friend,
Loves both parents,
And all thier siblings,
Is engaging in a polyamorous loving.
Many years ago a dear friend of mine looked at me and said,
” You are living a polyamorous lifestyle in everyway but your sex. Perhaps you should explore it.”
His words rang so very true to my core.
And he was accurate in his view.
So I ventured onto the sexual path of polyamory and all it could intale.
Now this is not a personal share of the romance, sexing and relations of multiple lovers.
Its also not a share on how amazing polyamory is or how fucked up it can be.
But it is a share on acceptance.
On embracing who you are at your core regardless of what the norms of society say they should be.
Its a post on knowing yourself enough to allow your own happiness to flow.
And to even ASK for it.
Its a share based on living authentically.
And not just using these words because they feel good or make you sound like an awakened soul.
But to actually LIVE by them.
Yes what I share here is about living in conscious surrender to your HAPPINESS.
And to communicate your needs.
To communicate where you are at in any relationship.
Its a share about what loving self and having self respect really means.
Its a share about your truth.
Its about you not wanting to accept that you are polyamorous just like me.
The only difference is your lack in comfort to speak what you want.
What you need.
What you desire.
And your unwillingness to see WHO YOU ARE.
Living blind to all the love that you give.
To all the people that you care about.
That you are in relationship with.
Or that you wish to someday be.
Yes I am poly- monogamous ALWAYS.
I am polyamorous in my life in all ways.
Those seen and those only felt.
I make a decision in moments of my relationship experience to be monogamous or not.
But the S-E-X,
the sex never has anything to do with it.
Outside of a desire to connect, be seen, or enjoy self or another at a more raw level.
Its never about the orgasm.
Its always about the love.
And the greatest happiness and deepest connection comes from integrity.
Integrity with self.
And with others.
The ultimate self love and respect as well comes from this place of not hiding.
Not story telling.
But breathing in ones own TRUTH.
And when we can do this.
We can also elevate our relationships.
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STOP YOUR DAMN STINKING THINKING LUV.
You know what I mean
You are sitting around wanting.
Craving all those things.
Desiring a life you don’t currently have,
And thinking the way to achieve it is by focusing on the not having of it.
Thats such stinking thinking luv.
Its polluting up your mind and your feelings about everything that you have.
If you really want the life you currently don’t have then realize that the only fucking way to get what you want is to apply your focus to that, that you WANT.
And the FEELING of it.
But NO EFFING way will you do that, huh.
No thats not logical.
You have this problem.
This challenge before you.
You must FIX what is broken
You must PROVE you are worthy.
It can’t be that easy to just start feeling good.
In this very moment,
To make up your damn mind to LOVE your MOFO life just as it is and feel BLESSED.
No way can it be so simple to change your life by applying your focus to being how you want right now instead of looking somewhere else,
Someplace outside of who you are and what you have.
No your stinking thinking has you believing that your happiness,
Is something you must search for.
Something you must look outside yourself for.
Something that you must work for or show your worth for.
Your stinking thinking has you focused on giving up your power to this world outside yourself in hopes that by doing so you will achieve this elusive thing called HAPPINESS.
And the sad and funny truth is that happiness is not found in things or other people.
Its found in your heart luv.
Its found by you truly embodying YOU.
But you were never taught that.
You were never shown its safe to be you.
To feel you.
Instead the lies and illusions of looking elsewhere were given to you and now the void within is so vast you feel lost.
You have the relationship,
The house and snazzy car.
You have the education.
The success and even money in the bank.
You have seen this world.
And you still FEEL empty as fuck!
You still feel lost in who you really are and it all just seems pointless at best most days.
You are so beautiful in your misgivings of this thing called life.
You are so simple in you desire for happiness and fullness.
But its your MOFO stinking thinking thats making it all so complicated.
So disheartening and making you miss the richness you already possess.
You are RICH.
YOU are ABUNDANT.
And happiness is within you.
Will you CHOOSE to see and feel it or will you continue to give your power and joy away to the illusions and grandeur of this world that tells you to focus on the problems,
Whats your decision luv?
And as always,
Stop Existing & Start Living
” Coaching for Grown A*s Believers ”
MY INTIMACY SHARE ON CURRENT FAMILY LIFE BLESSINGS- FROM A MOTHERS HEART – WHAT I HAVE LEARNED
Feeling in love this morning as I get ready for the day and the next two weeks of adventure. I am in gratitude for the lessons and experiences of my past,
as without them I would not appreciate that which is with me today in my relationships, lifestyle, and being. It is so obvious to me how easy it is to take things for granted until we are faced with the not having them and sometimes we have to go through great suffering to appreciate that which our heart desires.
The simple little things mean so much.
It’s the smile from your child when they see you walk in the door.
It’s the warm embrace from your partner for no reason.
It’s the kind acts of service, no matter how small that show such care.
It’s the time taken for a conversation without attention to some device.
It’s the snuggling before bed or the good morning kiss.
When Levi makes me breakfast unexpectedly my heart smiles and I feel so blessed.
Every day when Zach chooses to stop in and chat with me before going home, I feel blessed.
When Sam comes and shares her awe over Dameion’s newest milestones or just sits and has a beautiful deep conversation with me about women-hood, I feel blessed.
When Rebekah comes in and shares her latest mommy experience or challenge, or when she just walks up to me and gives me a big hug and say, “I love you., ” I feel blessed.
When Jules asks to go out with me for whatever reason but I can tell she actually needs to just have a moment with mom to share something happening and is uncertain how else to ask for it, I feel blessed.
When Zak Miller, rounds the corner in my house and walks over to me and gives me a big hug before anything else or sits and talks from his beautiful heart, I feel blessed.
When Eniqueo and I tease each other and we laugh, or we compete in love over a good game of darts, I feel blessed.
When Gabe, wakes up in the morning and snuggles next to me and says, “I want you to be my snuggle buddy.” or rushes to help me do something without being asked, I feel blessed.
When Rowan grabs me and hugs so tight I can barely breathe and claims me all for himself, ” My mommy!” or takes my hand and asks me to read him a story and snuggle, I feel blessed.
When Kia, Andrew and J storm in my home and run to me with smiles and big hugs, I feel blessed.
When Dameion looks with his big eye’s up at me while I am feeding him his bottle and smiles while slurping back his milk, I feel blessed.
When Steve stops everything he is doing because he noticed that something was not right with me without me saying anything and gives me a hug or when he does all the little things that are actually big things to take things off my table, I feel blessed.
When I catch that mental snapshot of a moment that is awe inspiring of my family connecting and loving, laughing and being them, I feel blessed.
My life is so crazy busy.
My life has so many beautiful souls,
these that I shared a fragment of what I am blessed by and so many other dear friends and sister/brother souls who just light up my world with them just being in it and choosing to share pieces of their life with me.
It is mornings like this morning,
that I am reminded that life has not always been like this.
Life has always been full,
and there is always drama.
But not that very long ago,
my children wanted to be around me but the energy in our home was not supportive.
The laughter and joy,
the deep connective moments,
the family enviroment,
the thought to another,
the connection between myself and my partner,
the love that I so badly wanted to feel,
it was not there.
It was vacant.
And my heart hurt because of it.
My children suffered for the lack of it.
And my lesson is to never settle for so little of such a valuable thing again.
One of the biggest blessing that our lives can have is the blessing of connection.
The blessing that people,
the people that we cherish want to be with us,
From my blessed mama heart to yours,
appreciate your blessings and put your focus on them.
They are what make life so beautiful.
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Hey Momprenuer Are You Being An IMPOSTURE?
It’s time that you decide beautiful.
It’s time that you make up your effing mind,
and choose to just say YES.
Your SOUL is sick and tired of your excuses.
You are brilliant and beautiful,
when you let your light shine.
But you are terrifying and ugly,
when you walk in fear.
So why do you keep torturing yourself?
Why do you keep wishing for what you are not dedicated too?
These words that you toss out at the world,
they are pointless,
they are meaningless and disgusting.
As nice as they may sound,
as smart as you may appear,
these words are not a teacher,
they are not the truth.
And THIS is the issue that you are facing.
YOU are an IMPOSTURE!
You stand there hiding yourself behind your screens,
behind your makeup,
your words and all that you use to cover yourself.
And hiding is all you can do,
because you know the TRUTH.
You know the lies.
The lies that you have been telling,
telling all those who listen.
And even though you speak of goodness,
you preach what you know is right,
because you CHOOSE to ignore you speak not the truth.
Your SOUL is begging you beautiful.
To step away from this land of comfort in misery.
And recognize, that you are WORTHY.
you keep choosing to get lost in your fears.
To run into the arms of pain and worry.
Instead you desire the opposite of what you speak.
And you settle.
YOU are an IMPOSTURE!
You have a mission.
You have a message.
It is there upon your sweet lips beautiful.
You MUST BE IT though.
Or you will remain,
remain and be an IMPOSTURE.
Look at the world.
Look at all those that you touch,
that you influence.
They deserve your best,
and YOU deserve your BEST!
you want to spread light
You want to empower humankind.
You want to help all be set free from the bounds that hold them.
And you know the path.
You know the truth.
Yet, you choose to ignore.
To ignore your own lessons.
To ignore the lessons of your mentors, your teachers and those that you look up too.
You hide from your SOUL.
What good will come of this way of living?
This way of being beautiful.
If you KEEP CHOOSING to be an IMPOSTURE.
The funny thing is, that this con artist gig that you have going on….
IT IS NOT YOU.
It is just a negative thought.
A negative thought that has you by your balls,
it is holding you in its terrorizing grip.
It makes you feel as though you cannot breathe.
As if you are safer in the arms of doubt,
then where you know you belong.
And you understand the POWER that you have.
You understand that YOU can change it all.
With one deep breath.
One long minute of focus.
One desire to FEEL GOOD.
YOU can stop this game you are playing.
You can BECOME who you are.
But you have got to BELIEVE in yourself beautiful.
You have got to see that all that you are doing is valuable.
That you really are unique.
You really are powerful.
You are brilliant.
You have a message.
And this world needs you!
This message that I share with you today,
its for all those beautiful momprenuers, who doubt and fear. Who hide and mask. But consistently step up everyday.
As you look at all that you do,
and the reasons that you do it.
That sweet child looking at you,
sleeping safety in their bed.
Yes that sweet soul and the KNOWING.
The knowing that YOU are beautiful and have a PURPOSE.
You were born to THRIVE.
This message today from one momprenuer to another,
It is effing time gorgeous that you stop allowing so little from yourself.
It is time that you level up your belief.
It is time that you open up that wounded scared heart.
And START RECEIVING.
You Rock beautiful mama!
So rock out of this hard spot,
and flow into your GROOVE BABY!!!!
As always remember,
Stop Existing & Start Living
“Coaching for Grown A*s Believers”
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It’s My Why.
Everyone need’s a why to make BIG changes and find the courage needed to do the things that we really desire deep down to do.
If you are an entrepreneur then a question that often get’s asked is just that,
‘What’s your why?”
Your why has to be strong enough to get you through the discomfort,
The uncomfortable changes,
and the failures.
Yep the WHY has to be so strong that it forces you to BREATHE deep into your full capacity of BECOMING.
The why has to embody you.
It has to capture your heart.
And make you MOVE your ASS.
Without a strong why, then one just gives up.
We are more likely to allow life to over throw us and to steal our dreams.
On day’s like TODAY, I am reminded how lucky I am to have the WHY that I do.
I know that I am BLESSED.
My WHY is my children.
They are my HOME TEAM.
I know that many parents say that their why is their family.
And I am sure that it is.
It is a marvelous why to have.
Looking into the eye’s of your children and knowing that the reason you dare step out of your comfort zone and go against the grain of society, because the last thing you would ever want for them to do was to be, do or have a life that they were not fully turned on too or in love with.
Moment’s of laughter and joy with my kids make me grateful that I am among the lucky one’s who have chosen to create their own LUCK and not accept the bullsh*t structures of a life that is dictated to me, but a life that allows me to be present with my children, spend as much time as I want with them and be able to be there for the REALLY IMPORTANT moments.
Because the important moments are not just the school awards and graduations, or the sports tournaments or choir state finals.
The important moments are the one’s where a child just needs a shoulder to cry on, a hug at the end of a rough day, a ear that can just listen, or some good laughs in the most unexpected times.
Every time I get to listen at midnight to my 18 year old son sit and share with me conspiracy theory thoughts and as he call’s it “geek talk,” I find myself smiling at my WHY.
Every time my 15 year old daughter casually shares with me her private life and asks permission to rebel, and we laugh about the fact that she is rebelling but asking for permission, I find myself smiling at my WHY.
Every time I go for frappuccino’s with my 12 year old son and he smiles and run’s to get the door for me as he is sharing his deep thoughts on world history or science, I find myself smiling at my WHY.
Every time I find myself being asked to throw water on the trampoline as my 5 year old son bounces happily naked as a jay bird and say’s, “Thank you madriella’s.” as he squeals with delight, I find myself smiling at my WHY.
Every time my 3 year old son, bats his big blue eye’s at me and throw’s his arms open wide as I am leaving to go to a client appointment or get on a coaching call, then pushes out his bottom lip and says, “Kissies, huggies.” I smile at my WHY.
Every time my 21 year old daughter, post’s some of her amazing photography work or breaks down and share’s a deep intimacy about what is troubling her and how hard adulting is, I smile at my WHY.
Every time my 22 year old daughter stands strong as the woman that she is, not letting the world bully her but instead commanding from it what she know’s she is worth and not letting go of her dream’s or who she TRULY is, I smile at my WHY.
Yes, this is my WHY.
This is my HOME TEAM.
I have been BLESSED to have had a Home Team since I was 19 in my life. Although, I would not recommend motherhood at a young age for most, perhaps not even for myself, as I had much growing up to do when my eldest was born. I would not change a moment of my life as the mother to these 7 soul’s.
My WHY is not to bless these soul’s with more money, a bigger house or better car’s. My why is not to show them what a responsible adult does and lives like. My why is not to show them that you sacrifice the life that longs to be lived inside you for the life that you are handed from your outside influences.
My WHY, is to show my HOME TEAM who has supported me through the toughest of days, through home losses, relationship break ups, health issues, rape and even miscarriage and more.
That, living a courageous life,
A Life on Purpose.
A life unappologetically and true
is what living is about.
Life may blow it’s scary storms around you, but if you stand strong like a mountain it will not destroy you.
The storm of life can whip around and feel like it might over take you, it may have you consider sacrificing your heart and soul, but when you have a strong enough WHY you can bend as needed but not break like a willow tree.
My WHY is to see my children stand strong in who they truly are.
To be able to provide them with the support that they have given me and more.
My WHY is let them feel what unconditional love and acceptance really is.
My WHY is to show them a world that is here for them to enjoy.
My WHY is to show them that you can have YOUR DREAMS and still have your FAMILY.
My WHY is to ALWAYS show them that by just being YOU, that it is enough.
My WHY is to show them that we are each the CREATOR’S of our own destiny. That we are NOT victim’s to chance or fate, but that have FREE WILL and free will is the most powerful force when blended with self-love.
It will literally give you wings of courage to stand the storm of life and not just FLY above the clouds like and eagle, but to fly all the way into the heaven’s and find the peace, strength courage and guidance of God.
Yes, this is my WHY.
As any other mother on this planet would say.
My babies are my world, my delight and my WHY.
That is why I REFUSE to settle for AVERAGE & ORDINARY.
That is why I REFUSE to not listen to the call of my soul.
That is why I REFUSE to have my life dictated to me by the way’s of this world.
That is why I REFUSE to believe anything other than I was meant to live a F*ck YES! Life.
Just like my HOME TEAM was.
Just like YOU are too.
What is your WHY?
Stop Existing & Start Living!
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“My pussy ached from desire. Throbbing sensations quaked through my muscles and into my joints. I could feel heat in my womb as my chest grew tighter. It had been far to long since I felt open, passionate, clear, confident and orgasmic. Every part of my body and soul longed for him or any one of my lovers to just take me. It seemed as though I was meeting resistance from the universe through each man and through myself. The more I hungered for the transformative waves to force me into orgasmic surrender the farther they seemed out of my grasp. The more I became determined to speak of my hunger, to send signals that I was wet with anticipation and desire, the more the men in my life seemed to turn away.
Lost in the illusions of depression, ego was at reign. There were far more important things to deal with then my physical neediness and hunger for bliss. After all, there were bills to pay, children to care for, and duties to tend to. This is what was needed. This is what I had to focus on. The masculine mind was ever present and with it came a discontent, disconnected vibration to life, to love, family, finance and any amount of abundance or joy. How could my desire for sex and the lack of filling it prevent me from experiencing happiness and abundance in other areas as well?
Feeling as though there was possibly no hope and that these sensations that I had approached and waded through at other low times of my life journey were only raising their head yet again because of some lesson that I had thought I had learned but obviously had not, I decided that my pleasure, my surrender was in no ones hands but my own. A deep dedication to self pleasuring began to happen. At the sight of any form of sexual tension I found myself whisked off to the shower or taking a fifteen minute time out in the bedroom or closet, trying to simply alleviate some of the pinned up energy. Each time I dove into a quick self pleasuring act I felt as though my clit and entire pussy were on fire, as though I had an active ready to blow any minute volcano between my legs. Finding it hard to remain present with myself, facing old programs of shame for touching myself, fear of getting caught I could not even bring myself to relish in a fantasy to increase my pleasure. I was simply jacking off as quickly as I could. Not surrendering to my desire and certainly not allowing myself to fully be penetrated by love or life. Each 5 to 10 minute masturbation excursion left me even more lost, distant, depressed and hungry for connection and ravishing.
The thing I knew but was ignoring was the simple fact that I was not only malnourished in the act of sexing, but I was depleted from the energy of the deep connection that a gourmet session of sex would give. I was lacking in the life giving nutrients of the positive mood enhancers that orgasm would provide. In my inability to surrender even to myself I had also slammed shut the door to my lovers, making it physically impossible for me to go deep enough in any sex act offered. The need to be taken was me wanting to give credit or push blame on someone else instead of being proactive and realizing that even in the physical connection process of making love it was up to ONLY me to be open, expansive and happy. My being taken started by my releasing into the now. By making my sex conscious and staying present with my body and with my partner I could then accept the pleasure and the release that would come from it. Only through this consciousness could I embrace life so strongly that it would use my lovers body to fuck me wide open.
It was with this realization that opportunity was given for me to open up to trust and to orgasm. My desire was not for sex, it was not for release or climax it was only for penetration. To me to be taken meant that I surrendered to life through my lover. There we were snuggled in bed as though it were any other winter night. All these thoughts dancing through my mind wanting to be vocalized, my heart wanting to be penetrated, to be circumcised. I could hear the call of my pussy begging my hands to reach out and touch him, to encourage the game to begin. My mouth watered and even though we had been lovers for some time and he knew me passionately and intimately to my core I felt a tremble of fear that he would deny me my desire. The unspoken words must have been heavy in the air because without hesitation his hand slipped over my naked hip and across my stomach. His fingers danced on the seat of my clit, slowly pulling its hood back so that he could access “the spot.” His hand warm to the touch washed over my vulva, a finger plowing deep into my wetness. I could feel butterflies fluttering from pussy to heart as I leaned into him and gasped for a breath before allowing his tongue to plunge deep into my mouth.
His fingers knew exactly how to play me and with each kiss I felt my body soften. Spreading my legs for him as though I was opening the gates to a great coliseum and he was the gladiator. His fingers stroking not only my clit anymore but now curving upward with each internal stroke, I could feel my G-spot expand as well as my sponge fill. The time had come, he pressed his hard throbbing cock deep into me. He did not stop to ask, he did not pause at my velvet gates, he just lovingly and forcefully took us both to the next level. His clear direction and focus lead his cock to my outer walls. I desperately wanted to feel him yet deeper in me. I wanted him to fuck my heart. Consciously I lay there beneath him, our bodies swaying in harmony, my pussy tightening and sucking on him with each focused muscle spasm. My desire growing to be fucked wide open in this moment, I knew there was only one way to achieve my desire and pull him deeper. My consciousness became focused on opening the door he was knocking on. With each gentle nudge of his penis head on my cervix I breathed and relaxed, I visualized embracing him like I had not done before. Slowly I felt the pressure release into emotion and heart pounding bliss. It was as if there were a penetration happening within a penetration. The surrender was expansive and I could feel him penetrate my core, my heart, my soul. Tears welled up in my eyes as my heart shook in orgasm.
Life was knocking at my womb.”
The experience of craving sexual release and to be penetrated like this is nothing new or even unique for most women. It is a well documented fact that women in all actuality are the more sexual half of humankind. Women have the drive and are built for long interludes of sexing. Our bodies are a designer highway that rely on the transport of orgasm to keep our psychological, physiological, spiritual and emotional bodies in an optimum state. An underf**ked woman is a woman who is a fragile shell of herself. She is a woman who is full of emotion, and desire but cannot communicate these things in a strong feminine way without appearing hormonal and out of balance, depressed, co-dependent, fearful, hateful, stressed, caught in her mind and simple dreary. The other aspect of a woman who is not properly f**ked is that she is not allowing for her divine state of being a woman to guide her, her intuition is out of harmony and she distrusts almost everything. Feeling the entire time that she HAS to control her environment and that she will not be cared for in life.
There are many things that can contribute to a woman closing herself to the raptures of orgasm and some of them are things that need medical attention may that be chiropractic or actual surgery to help repair tears or nerves that have been damaged due to a multitude of things such as rape, child birth, or other physically impacting issues and/or accidents. As Naomi Wolf states in her new book Vagina, ” … recent science has found that the vagina’s experiences can – on the level of biology – boost women’s self-confidence, or else can lead to failures of self-confidence; can help unleash female creativity or present blocks to female creativity. These experiences can contribute to a woman’s sense of the joyful interconnectedness of the material and spiritual world – or else to her grieving awareness of the loss of the sense of interconectedness… the latter can lead not only to a decrease in her desire for sex, but also risk a tincture in the rest of her life of what can only be called “existential depression” or “despair.”
How can the vagina and orgasm play such a BIG role in all areas of a woman’s life and well-being? And if this is fact then how can we as a society remain in a prehistoric viewpoint of the vagina with limited terms? The autonomic nervous system prepares the way for the neural impulses that travel from a woman’s vagina, clitoris and labia to her brain and it is this intricate system that regulates her responses creating stimulation and relaxation. Yet we treat the pussy as though it were a cock. We view it in pornographic light and expect that a woman will and should respond in similar fashion as a man does. Only through the focused, slow opening can a woman become comfortable with surrendering in the fashion we are speaking of here. We are told that there are skills that lovers can learn so that they can play a woman’s body like a fine musical instrument, we are taught to focus not on “real orgasm” but on climax, and how many climaxes the lover “CAN GIVE” her. These are all misinformed notions of female sexuality and orgasm. Because we are not taught the art of truly touching a woman deeply, the majority of women’s activation centers are ignored and even when she has sex with her partner or herself she may experience climax, but often will not reap the rewards of real orgasm and certainly not experience the rapture and release necessary to be transported into the heavens where interconnectedness with God happens. She will not be able to be fulfilled and truly be f**ked open by life and love thus only experiencing a superficial aspect of herself, orgasm and connectedness. Leaving her vessel depleted and her heart and pussy locked away in devastation and hope. When a woman is f**ked wide open to the levels that are possible for ALL women and is our birth right and divine design, then she becomes an expression of beauty, joy, grace, strength, creativity and confidence.
Time to FACE the Holidays!
By Michelle Butt
The holidays are coming. Have you ever noticed how some people are so excited and happy as Christmas approaches, anticipating all of the family get-togethers and socializing? And then there are those who complain about the holidays, dreading all the family get-togethers and socializing.
Well, this year, take a look at the faces of these people and I can almost guarantee you’ll see a pattern. The hostess of the big Christmas dinner will most likely have a round face with full cheeks and perhaps a mouth with full lips. This face shape tells us about someone who loves to be around family and friends. She is the nurturer of the family. She is generous and giving and makes sure that everyone is always well fed, both in goodies and in spirit. Going to her house always feels like going home to a warm, inviting environment.
Think about the face of Santa. Isn’t he the ultimate example of the spirit of Christmas, the most generous man of the holidays? Santa just oozes warmth and generosity with his round, full cheeks and rosy red lips.
Then there is the person who hangs back from the rest at the holiday gatherings; the one who keeps to herself and wants to leave early; who often seems just overwhelmed by all the fuss. If you look at her face, I bet you’ll see fine bone structure, a striking nose and perhaps high arched eyebrow, strong cheekbones with concave lower cheeks. This person doesn’t hate other people per se; she is just very sensitive to the energy around her. All of the emotion and excitement hit her like a wave of energy and it can be very hard for her to adjust. She can literally feel the buzz in the air in her skin and it can be very uncomfortable. So she will hang back until she can acclimatize and unconsciously put up her energetic wall. Then she can enjoy the festivities along with everyone else.
Think about the face of Scrooge. Scrooge was depicted as thin with a fine, bony nose, and sunken cheeks, isolating himself from the world. Yet, once he acclimatized to the energy of those around him (with the help of some celestial spirits), he loved Christmas and enjoyed himself at Christmas dinner!
Then there is the face of the man whose birth we celebrate at Christmas. Have you ever thought about what Jesus’ face says? Well, the face of Jesus that is depicted in all of the churches and artwork around the world, however subtly different has one main theme that is undeniable. Jesus has the face of a Leader. His beard and strong jaw show someone whose mission in life is to be an agent of change and growth. He is the gentle guide who leads with compassion, and strength. The prominence of his chin in most depictions show a man who has the tenacity of will to stand and face fearlessly what others would have run from.
Enjoy all the faces in your holiday experiences this year. I wish you joy and happiness, but most of all love during this magical time.
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