I called Josh a minute before walking into my new hospice patient’s home (when I need to ground myself, connecting with this man is one thing that immediately does it).

My last words to him before we hung up and I walked up to knock, knock, knock:

Honey, I don’t even know him yet and I love him.

~ ~ ~ ~

Imagine if we went into our ‘regular’ daily interactions with those we have yet to know more deeply with more energy, tenderness and a willingness…to see another as the person we love (or for those of us who have lost, as the very person we’ve lost).

Our stress levels, road rage and walls of all kinds, once there and built as high up as they could go would, if not cease to exist, decrease in size dramatically.

Would those days be really good days?

Those days would be really good days.

Life is good,

p.s. How does your brand of woman express her soul’s service and what does it say about how to see and experience the world at large?

Women are my heroes, the heroines of optimism.

That’s the thought flowing as I share love and thoughts with VIP clients coming into town or those I’ll be flying out to see.

We must be (are) our own heroines (friends, presidents, husbands, ideal-sized bodies or bank accounts will never be).

We must play that role, be that model, reminder and walking prayer for other women, so they, and, as a result, the world’s youngest ladies, feel they are their own leaders and the first ladies of their own lives.

We must become the most amazing story we want to tell, not for what it will look like to others, but for what it means to our growth, our young and our ultimate peace and happiness.

This is the truest of love and the deepest of romances.

Shall we? We must.

Life is good,

I call this share ~ Lush Life Soup.

After getting my melt on, I’ll soon land at home (home home, as in SF/Marin).

The one thing I’m keen to share and that I’m more certain of after a week of solitude and some of the longest meditations I’ve been a part of (meditations that ushered me into rich 13 hour sleeps I haven’t had since I was 13 or 23), is this:

We’re not searching for balance, not between the personal and professional, the physical and spiritual, the kids and spouse, work and family, nor work and travel…

More specifically, we crave a feeling similar in weight to having all the time in the world (you do, you have all the time in the world –siiiiiiiit, give yourself time), coupled with the drive, commitment and wisdom to act as if it could all end tomorrow (it could all end tomorrow — siiiiiiiiit, give yourself time).

Sometimes the mix will be a soup of 60/40, 40/60, 35/65 or 65/35, who knows, we’re not counting, it’s lush either way, the idea is to more consistently feel like you are creating the most memorable stolen moments of your life vs. being (the victim, the exhausted, the getting further away from what you want, the no time for me), where it feels like (may or may not be true) others are stealing them from you.

I talk to many women in my line of work where versions of this come up…we may be spending so much, too much (?) time attempting to create balance when maybe it’s simply a good fucking life because we let go, while every day tapping into a couple solid truths of this LIFE and TIME: you got a lot of it AND you don’t have that much left at all.

Siiiiiiiiit and be [stead]faaaast in the getting after it.

Life is good,

Every study leads to more questions. That’s what scientists and researchers say about their work.

It is also exactly what regular people like you and me say about getting to the next phase, space or place in life, thinking, wait a second, I thought I had figured that piece of it (life) out, I should (thought I’d) feel complete.

But the longer or deeper we go in our quest or understanding of life, death, ourselves, others, spirituality, parenting, healing or health, entrepreneurship, even love etc. the more questions we will have, similar to children. That’s part of what they consider play and it can feel like ours too.

There is no final arrival point, that’s the joy (play? work?) and the rub (work? play?) we’re gifted and confronted with called our regal reality.

Your next “study” will lead to more questions and that’s called having purpose, being purposeful and it’s exactly the point.

Crawl/walk/hike/run/somersault through the life of questions (each day will feel different) and, as you do, know that, also similar to children, being the student doesn’t mean we can’t also be the teacher. [We’ve all agreed our children are at the top of the list of our greatest teachers.]

Accept the latest study you’ve created for self or that’s found you knowing you don’t have to and may not be ready (no one is ever fully ready for all the ecstasy and magic life brings, no one is ever fully ready to experience the death of loved ones, parenthood, push-the-limits business endeavors, and once again, even love) and that is exactly the work, Life Scientist.

That’s our life’s curious work, play, work, play, work…play.

Life is good,