1. How do you serve others with your business?
Continue reading “Friday Friends: Meet Tash, truforgiveness coach whose method changes lives”
Continue reading “Friday Friends: Meet Tash, truforgiveness coach whose method changes lives”
They say: fashion is about desire as much as clothes and I admit, over the years, with changing intensities, I have been interested in clothing. I find it amazing how attire can change our identity, can playfully allow us to be a different and I like the way impressions can be managed through appearance, though I make not much use of that myself. Being into trends, colours and textures for years, I recognize quality and connect with desirable items. This game is played in accordance with the way I think about myself, which until yesterday I though to be in tune with the real me. However, yesterday I went to an upcycle event and got free colour advice from a professional. You know, a true person-tailored consultation, when a lot of coloured pieces of cloth are interchangeably placed below your face and you can see in a bright big mirror what flatters and what doesn’t. A great experience, you would think! And it was, although it made me think. And it shed light on the relationship I have with myself.
If you’ve ever been accused of being too sensitive, read further, my friend, this might be something for you.
First do the following questionnaire by Judith Orloff (I’ve ordered her book called The Empath Survival Guide and can’t wait to read it)
I am WILD. Not because I have tapped into some old energy while comfortably sipping on green tea kale smoothies after a generous but not too exhausting class of kundalini yoga. Neither am I WILD because I went to a trance workshop and learned to rise my vibrant female energy and I am certainly not WILD through quiet meditation on some healing 528hz tunes, although I must confess, I have tried them all and some have even become part of my regular routine. Also, I am not WILD because I am wearing handmade dresses from tribal textiles and I smell of patchouli and decide not to die my silver turning hair. I am WILD because I have to protect, at all cost, something that I’ve just found and which I dearly treasure: myself.
Today my path took me to Hortus, the enticing botanical garden of Amsterdam. Here I shared herbal inspiration and deep human friendship with a dear Artist Way friend, enjoying the lovely combination of nourishing words and satisfying lush greens. While walking around the beautiful garden quiet in its winter sleep, I found a broken seedpod on a bush of rhododendron. A pod with a hard shell, beautiful silky inner chambers, but half destroyed and completely empty of seeds. I thoughtfully placed it back on the bush, just to see a small branch, with three similar seedpods in the hand of my friend. Small fluffy seeds were pouring like snowflakes out of it. We shared the pods, and I took one home as a token of this beautiful day and as a seed for further inspiration and growth.
On this day, a year ago we lost a friend. I can’t compare my loss with those who by losing him lost their husband, son, brother, uncle or a dear friend … However, it was hard because we were the last people who saw him alive. We were there when it all happened.