Walked from SF to D.C.! (STORY)

Imagine walking from San Francisco to Washington D.C. in support of something you strongly believe in?

Over the last few months, in meditation and beyond, I’ve asked that I be shown, in no uncertain terms, where I need to be and what I need to do in service of greater peace, equality and in love and protection of those who need it most in the world right now.

That voice or voices, you can call it many things, one of them being intuition, guided me to Greece to help where I could at the refugee camp, guided me to begin creating the model for action support groups that we’ll host in LA at our home, it’s what moved Josh and I both, as creatives, to begin speaking at colleges (first talk together will be this March back East) all around creating your own career path (being in charge of your own success — no glass ceilings) and, lastly, generally, this connection or trust — you can call it my own surrender experiment — also guided me to get more involved at the local level with causes that align with my values. I spoke to the ACLU last night and they will be in attendance for Josh’s and my first group here.

I share tonight because it’s incredible what happens, and in such a short amount of time, when we are committed and devoted to doing all it takes, no matter what, in support of what we believe.

As most magical things come these days, in an email last week I received a message from hospice, where I volunteer as a companion, telling me that they had found my first ongoing hospice assignment (they place you with whomever lives in closest driving distance to you).

I hadn’t been placed with one person yet last year, but instead, had been bouncing around visiting different families who needed someone, who lived about an hour or so away. All wonderful. Again, when you go where you’re needed, you’re promised many xxl heart opening experiences, as a result.

Going where I’m being asked to go “in no uncertain terms” and, hands down, every time this last year, in service work, family, friendship or my brand and coaching business, it’s exactly where I’ve needed to be. In no uncertain terms, yet as simple as a smile, maybe my Mom’s name, or with the flash of a number eight, I’ve gotten that confirmation.

I continued to read about my first official assignment tonight, all about the woman I have the privilege to befriend for the remaining days of her life and I couldn’t believe my eyes (well, I could because magical things happen all the time, why? Because I expect them to, I’m eagerly waiting for them)…

She’s a goddess, a 96-year-old woman who raised seven children as a single mom, worked in civil rights and walked from S.F. to D.C. to take a stand against nuclear war.

It said she *was* a writer (once a writer, *always* a writer — it’s not always about being able to put pen to paper, but about a way of looking at, and continuing to feel the world).

The note from the director at hospice also mentioned she was eager to talk about her life and loved, loved, loved engaging in stimulating conversation.

{my phone rang as I was typing this post, here’s what just happened…}

It was my new friend’s daughter. We spoke for 20 minutes all about her beautiful mom and my first visit tomorrow, about her fun and playful personality, what to expect, what she might like etc.

Her daughter said she was a very funny lady (too smart for her own good), loves poetry, wants to listen to Ted Talks or podcasts with me and that an easy in tomorrow might be dogs (easy, I told her, I have photos of Holland at the ready).

I asked her if there was anything I could bring her tomorrow and, another intuitive hunch gone right…tomorrow is her BIRTHDAY, her daughter said, so maybe something colorful like balloons?

She loves her birthday, she continued. Ok, we will talk about that tomorrow, I said, I also love birthdays and I love my birthday.

Her daughter told me she had written “97” on the cover of her January calendar when she first got it. It had been the only thing she wrote on it.

I shared with her that she might not believe it, but that when I first contacted her to set up a day for me to come, something in me said, ask if you can come Thursday, so I mentioned Thursday. (I knew that I could have probably said next week, but I felt I needed to go sooner than that, Thursday, specifically, even though it would not be the easiest for me, necessarily).

We laughed at first at the serendipity (life magic) and then, I could hear her holding back tears. It’s a lot to handle losing someone. That’s what I was thinking and feeling inside, but all I said was, I know, I know…

Once she spoke again, she said, one thing I wanted to do with her before the stroke, which she was excited about, was color…maybe you can color with her? I have an empty coloring book, I told her, we will fill up as much as she wants and has energy for.

Great, that’s wonderful, she said.

I will color with her, my kindred spirit, I thought to myself…

And, I’ll show up and up and up, like her balloons.

And just like that, from one moment to the next, I get to create and be a part of a birthday party tomorrow for a friend (who almost shares a birthday with my own Mom — by three days) and who had it written in her stars, too, that we’d meet, a woman who believed strongly in something, in seven children and in a cause called peace, in humor and in words that move people to love and feel light…

I get to sit in for her daughter tomorrow. I get to love a mom, as if she were my mom. And do it week, after week…

Here’s the thing. What we believe we will receive, we receive…

And what we support, supports us.

This assignment — life — is so beautiful and interesting and filled with opportunities to seize the day that some nights I feel I could fall over in observance of it all.

I really think I might tonight, but before I do, I have a mini birthday party to plan!

Happy birthday and thank you, beauty, all 97 years young of you. I can’t wait to meet you on the day you were born, it is, in no uncertain terms, exaaaactly where I need to be tomorrow.

Enjoy your business, enjoy your life!

Life is good,

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p.s. If you’re craving to¬†get more involved and go where you’re most needed, let me know…I want to help you!

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