D428_19_015_0004_600This morning I had a bit of a sad and scary situation happen.

As I was driving to the store I noticed a very young boy (maybe 2-3 years old) running down the street through the intersection in front of my daughter and I. We watched him as we turned the corner & noticed a man jogging quickly behind him about 30 feet away.

I instantly pulled over to get closer to the young child and jumped out of the car. I yelled to the man & asked him if the little boy was his child. Confused, we both looked at each other, “No. I don’t know who he is. I just began to follow him after I noticed there was no adult with him,” he explained.

I walked over to the little boy & he turned away from me, screaming and crying, and began to run back toward the intersection. My daughter jumped out of the car and began to run after him. We both followed him into the street, trying to help cars move away and around him while we tried to coax him out of the busy intersection. He did not want to listen or follow anyone.

By this time, another car had pulled over & a few people were calling 911 while we all tried to coral this youngster out of the road and into safety. He just kept his whining.

After we got him out of the street, I began to ask him questions to maybe change his pattern, “How old are you, Buddy?” “Do you know your colors?” “What color is the sky?” and on and on with no distraction or reaction. Just quiet whining. We could not get anything out of him & as we tried to hold his hand, he pulled away.

We tried and tried to get this little child to calm down, to not be afraid and actually trust us a little. We got nothing.

Then, the police officer pulled up and approached us. He asked the little boy a couple of questions, and still nothing but endless tears. The officer reached out his hand and the little boy took it in his. The little boy then crawled into the officer’s arms and they began to walk down the sidewalk in the direction the little boy had come from.


runThis made me think about life & the tough situations that may come up. What makes a bad situation worse?? We run! We don’t face our fears. We get scared. We run! What makes us run? Anger, negative emotions, situations that we don’t like, shame, worry… FEAR based feelings.  Life can be like that sometimes. We may not want to deal with a situation and the easy way out would be to run to avoid the pain.

The little boy ran away from a situation, but then was left to his fears. Things got scary. He didn’t feel safe, so he just kept running… into the street, away from people who were trying to help, further from a safe place…

As adults, we can get into similar situations of fear and would rather run than face the shame, the people who want to help us, getting the help we need, etc.

Ask yourself—wouldn’t it be easier to just STOP!!

Stop running. Stop living in actions that are fear based (addiction, depression, avoidance, duality, negativity, anger, etc.).

The little boy would not say a word. He just cried and wouldn’t be calm. He resisted. He kept running, and he pushed away.

A few lessons from this:

-NO one can control anyone but themselves.

-No one can truly help unless someone wants and is willing to accept the help.

-If YOU are in personal trouble, want to avoid life, are living in fear, are acting on addictions to hide from emotions, STOP. Take a breath.

-Only YOU can find the place within that will lead you to feel safe and secure. No one can do it for you.

STOP!! Think about it.

-Only YOU can change where you are headed.

Just like the little boy–he ran and ran–into every street, every direction, away from help, and did not calm down until HE stopped and truly wanted help for himself. None of us could do anything until he was ready to take the officer’s hand and go in a different direction than where he was headed.

That is life. No one can do it for you. There are people who can try to help, but YOU have to make the choices, the directions, the steps that will take you to a better, safer place.


-PEACE, hope and LOVE to everyone who needs a hand to hold.  It is tough to see anyone struggle.

Have a beautiful day.  -H

Who doesn’t want “the best!”

s-l300Yesterday I was able to see my six-year-old nephew who had just had a birthday. I asked him if he had got his present because I was not able to be at his party. He responded that he had got the gift, but asked if next time I would buy him the giant ship that goes with the pirate guy I had given him. I smiled and laughed at his sweet innocence. He has no concept of money & that the boat was over $80. He just knew that he wanted something bigger, better and that it went with his character. He wanted the best of everything!!

Kids have a great way of always wanting the best—the biggest ice cream cones, the front seat in the car (because its ‘the best’), the largest toy for a dollar at the Dollar Store…

Yesterday I had all my nieces and nephews over for a pool day because it has been so hot. I watched as they all bobbed up & down in my four-foot, above ground pool. There were about 12 kids jammed into this 18 foot space, but the fun went on for hours. I laughed as the kids fought over “the bigger raft” or wanted a “bigger ball” because “bigger is better!!”

We all can have our opinions if this is a healthy way of thinking, but I smiled and thought to myself, “We should want the best!” Each and every one of us should want the best for our life. This doesn’t mean we need “bigger” houses or fancier cars or “bigger” paychecks,  but we should want to do all we can to expect and want bigger things for our lives. We should have hopes and dreams. We should desire to learn and grow each day. We should strive for greatness in every opportunity we can.

This is our one life!! We should suck the beauty, bliss and every good thing we can out of every moment! We need to make each day the BEST possible.

Save someone else

thorpe-park-rollercoaster-1My husband and our family have been on a rollercoaster of emotion for about four years now. My husband had been with the same company for about 15+ years when the company decided to sell and he was left without a job.

We stepped on to a rollercoaster (metaphorically) that we were unsure where it would take us. It has been a ride full of surprises, ups and downs, dark corners, highs and lows. It has been hard on all of us. My husband has gone through four job changes in the past four years and it has been a seriously emotional ride. My daughter has been wondering if we are moving, especially since we packed the entire house up a year ago. We still wonder if we are going to have to move to this day. That is a hard way to live. My husband has been on hundreds of “great” interviews, to then hear he made it to the top 3 out of 200 candidates, only to have it go to someone internal. This happened not only once, but numerous times. He took a job that was “easy money” leading a non-profit organization, but the politics that went with the job sucked the life and enjoyment out of the position & he decided he was done. He then kept looking and looking to the point that we literally used up all of our savings,  in debt and we were about out of time & would have to sell everything including our home.

Just in the nick of time (literally we had a couple of weeks) a friend reached out & had a lead on a “hard selling” job & my husband took it. This was so out of his comfort zone, but he did it. He did not enjoy it, but he became really good at it. You can be good at something, but that doesn’t mean it feels the void of doing something worthwhile. Where a JOB is just a JOB, a paycheck. He continued in the position for over six months & the company loved him BUT, it was just a “means to an end,” & he did not feel like he was making a true difference or “leading” which is where his heart has always been.

My husband then mentioned going back into the retail world and leading people because he loves that arena. I knew he wasn’t truly happy selling and I wanted more for him. I wanted to support any direction he felt he needed to go. He reached out to a previous retail chain that he had worked for & they literally created a position for him to co-manage the local store. It is a giant, beautiful store with hundreds of employees, but it is a beast!! When my husband ran the same location years before he ended up in the hospital. Yikes!! I honestly have been a little worried. It is a beast with lots of people, lots of expectation, lots of work. My husband has been there for a little over a month & it has been full of ups and downs.

I honestly keep looking upward and asking God, “When do we get to get off this rollercoaster of emotions. This is tough.”  I keep praying things will get better.

superman-logo-sketch-t-shirt-sheer-11This morning as my husband was leaving to work, I was half asleep, but I remembered something I read recently and mentioned it to him. With a huge amount of HOPE in my heart, I said, “I read something that may help you today…be SUPERMAN. Find someone you can save today. Find someone you can lift with a smile, a kind word, a compliment. FIND SOMEONE YOU CAN SAVE!! He said, “That is a great idea. I will”

I think anyone in any situation, good or BAD can begin to change their perception of their own reality by changing the situation for someone else. My husband has truly been a “godsend” to this store. The people have been so happy to have him back in the store, to enjoy the light he has to offer. He knows people just need to be watered & he is really good at that. I think the superman idea was a reminder that he is making a difference every day in the lives of those all around him. He just needs to get outside of himself and find ways to help them.

We all can do that in our own lives. Whether you just say hello to a stranger, ask how someone is doing, send a happy message to a friend, pick flowers & take them to someone who is alone, smile at someone who could use your light…find someone to save. I love that!!

Have a SUPER day.  -H



A Wise Man Once Said…

I have heard many great authors from years of old, but I just re-read a classic full of wisdom and reflection, The Majesty of Calmness by William George Jordan. 

Here are some great wisdoms from this great little book. This is a quick read. I originally heard it on an audible book, but my husband’s friend gave him a small hard copy, which is where I pulled these quotes from. This book was written in 1900, so take the time to read and understand the depth. It is a great read.

CWO0V63U4AIyymc“Everything that is great in life is the product of slow growth; the newer, and greater, and higher, and nobler the work, the slower is its growth, the surer is its lasting success. Mushrooms attain their full power in a night; oaks require decades. A fad lives its life in a few weeks; a philosophy lives through generations and centuries. If you are sure you are right, do not let the voice of the world, or of friends, or of family swerve you for a moment from your purpose. Accept slow growth if it must be slow, and know the results must come, as you would accept the long, lonely hours of the night–with absolute assurance that the heavy-leaded moments must bring the morning.”


pexels-photoTHE POWER OF PERSONAL INFLUENCE      “But his unconscious influence, the silent, subtle radiation of his personality, the effect of his words and acts, the trifles he never considers, is tremendous. Every moment of life he is changing to a degree the life of the whole world. Every man has an atmosphere which is affecting every other. So silent and unconsciously is this influence working, that man may forget that it exists.

All the forces of Nature–heat, light, electricity and gravitation–are silent and invisible. We never see them; we only know that they exist by seeing the effects they produce. In all Nature the wonders of the “seen” are dwarfed into insignificance when compared with the majesty and glory of the “unseen.” The great sun itself does not supply enough heat and light to sustain animal and vegetable life on the earth. We are dependent for nearly half of our light and heat upon the stars, and the greater part of this supply of life-giving energy comes from invisible stars, millions of miles from the earth. In a thousand ways Nature constantly seeks to lead men to a keener and deeper realization of the power and the wonder of the invisible.

Into the hands of every individual is given a marvelous power for good or for evil, the silent, unconscious, unseen influence of his life. This is simply the constant radiation of what a man really is, not what he pretends to be.

Man cannot escape for one moment from this radiation of his character, this constantly weakening or strengthening of others. He cannot evade the responsibility by saying it is an unconscious influence. He can select the qualities that he will permit to be radiated. He can cultivate sweetness, calmness, trust, generosity, truth, justice, loyalty, nobility–make them vitally active in his character–and by these qualities he will constantly affect the world.”

“No individual is so insignificant as to be without influence. The changes in our varying moods are all recorded in the delicate barometers of the lives of others. We should ever let our influence filter through human love and sympathy. We should not be merely an influence, we should be an inspiration. By our very presence we should be a tower of strength to the hungering human souls around us.”

(another great book that talks about the influence and importance of one person is Andy Andrew’s book, The Butterly Effect–great, interesting, short read)


Monarch-Butterflies-Migration-season-The-Chromologist-564x480FAILURE AS A SUCCESS:     “Our highest hopes, are often destroyed to prepare us for better things. The failure of the caterpillar is the birth of the butterfly; the passing of the bud is the becoming of the rose; the death or destruction of the seed is the prelude to its resurrection as wheat. It is at night, in the darkest hours, those preceding dawn, that plants grow best, that they most increase in size. May this not be one of Nature’s gentle showings to man of the times when he grows best, of the darkness of failure that is evolving into the sunlight of success. Let us fear only the failure of not living the right as we see it, leaving the results to the guardianship of the Infinite.”


walking-path-to-the-mountai_med-2DOING OUR BEST AT ALL TIMES:     “If a man honestly seeks to live his best at all times , that determination is visible in every moment of his living, no trifle in his life can be too insignificant to reflect his principle of living. The sun illuminates and beautifies a fallen leaf by the roadside as impartially as a towering mountain peak in the Alps. Every drop of water in the ocean is an epitome of the chemistry of the whole ocean; every drop is subject to precisely the same laws as dominate the united infinity of billions of drops that make that miracle of Nature, men call the sea. No matter how humble the calling of the individual, how uninteresting and dull the round of his duties, he should do his best. He should dignify what he is doing by the mind he puts into it, he should vitalize what little he has of power or energy or ability or opportunity, in order to prepare himself to be equal to higher privileges when they come.  This will never lead man to that weak content that is satisfied with whatever falls to his lot. It will rather fill his mind with that divine discontent that cheerfully accepts the best–merely as a temporary substitute for something better.”

“The path of truth, higher living, truer development in every phase of life, is never shut from the individual–until he closes it himself. Let man feel this, believe it and make this faith a real and living factor in his life and there are no limits to his progress. He has but to live his best at all times, and rest calm and untroubled no matter what results come to his efforts. The constant looking backward to what might have been, instead of forward to what may be, is a great weakener of self-confidence. This worry for the old past, this wasted energy, for that which no power in the world can restore, ever lessens the individual’s faith in himself, weakens his efforts to develop himself for the future to the perfection of his possibilities.”

“Man should never be contented with anything less than the best efforts of his nature can possibly secure for him. Content makes the world more comfortable for the individual, but it is the death-knell of progress. Man should be content with each step of progress merely as a station, discontented with it as a destination; contented with it as a step; discontented with it as a finality. There are times when a man should be content with what he has, but never with what he is.

But content is not happiness; neither is pleasure. Pleasure is temporary, happiness is continuous; pleasure is a note, happiness is a symphony; pleasure may exist when conscience utters protests; happiness–never.

Man is the only animal that can be really happy. Happiness represents a peaceful attunement of a life with a standard of living. It can never be made by the individual, by himself, for himself. It is one of the incidental by-products of an unselfish life. Place other things higher than your own happiness and it will surely come to you. You can buy pleasure, you can acquire content, you can become satisfied–but Nature never put real happiness on the bargain-counter. It is the undetachable accompaniment of true living. It is calm and peaceful; it never lives in an atmosphere of worry or of hopeless struggle.”


May you continually learn and grow in all you do.  Peace to you.  -H. Find your own copy and read the whole book. It is a quick read, but it is full of wisdom for life.

So much to learn

498852229You never know how you will be impacted by those who come into your life. What will you take away from those experiences of meeting new people or even going a little deeper with those you are surrounded by. We need connection. We need to learn from others and their stories.

Over this past weekend I was able to have my daughter get together with two different girls from her online academy. It was so fun to meet kids with different personalities, backgrounds, to understand their own hopes, to hear about their aspirations, to listen to their dreams. It was inspiring.

12One of our new friends had already performed at a famous theater here in Utah as the lead. She sings, dances, sews, knits, plays the piano and guitar & is taking aerial silks. It was fun to get to know her & learn of her many talents. It was also nice to meet her mother who was from Ukraine. At one point during our afternoon I asked this young girl if she ever thought she would visit her mother’s home country to get a better understanding of her mother & her history. The girl looked at me and said, “the country has been ruined from war and I don’t know if we would ever go back. It is not like it use to be.”  It was wonderful to listen to stories of how her mother grew up with a father who only put vegetables in the garden and not “beauty.” I took this young girl to a local nursery to pick out some flowers & make our own little pot of “beauty.”  She walked the nursery saying, “my mother loves flowers. She would love this one. She loves petunia’s….” It made me have a whole new appreciation for “beautiful flowers.”  When we dropped off our new friend, I looked at her mother’s flower pots that she had all over her yard & I thought about her perspective on “beauty” and I smiled at her pots and pots of flowers.  We take so much for granted.


20151201183649-young-woman-opening-curtains-hope-window-free-leisure-relaxing-lisht-brightOur other new friend has been suffering from an unknown illness that has put her in the hospital numerous times, has been through three surgeries and still wonders if she is going to be okay. She still has flare ups.  We sat at an outdoor eatery & talked about her experiences & how she wants to go into medicine even further because of her illness. She said it was the hardest to see her parents go through everything with her. She was an incredible girl with so many hopes and dreams. I sat and listened to her explain how she had read about a doctor who spends most of his year in third world countries and how she would like to follow in his footsteps. My admiration for her dream soared. She talked about constantly learning about medicine, learning more about homeopathic medicine, trying to find different ways to cope with her illness. She was so strong & so alive & so smart and beautiful. She lit up talking about playing the guitar & piano & is constantly learning new things. She was an inspiration.      I thought to myself, she is so young, has learned so much & continues to pursue anything and everything her heart desires. If we could all be like that!! Maybe being sick, wondering if you may live and always searching for answers leaves you aching for more of what life has to offer.  I am sure every day is a new day filled with possibility for her.


Spending a few hours with these girls made me see there is always so much to learn from everyone you meet, every day you have. We have so much to learn in this life. We have so many things to pursue, to read, to aspire to see, experience, to dream, to be grateful for…its a beautiful life.

Every single person you meet may have something to share with you, so listen. We can all learn so much from one another.

Peace, love and beauty to you today.  -H

In honor of Bravery

Today is a beautiful day to honor men and women who place their lives on the line to give freedom. I honor them with these stories of bravery:

1st_Can_Para_Bn_training_at_Fort_Benning_Georgia_8_Mar_1943._MIKAN_No._3563337THE POWER OF “WE”

The story of Charles Plumb is inspiring and emphasizes the value of each individual of a team. Captain Charles Plumb, a graduate of the Naval Academy, whose plane, after 74 successful combat missions over North Vietnam, was shot down. He parachuted to safety, but was cap- tured, tortured and spent 2,103 days in a small box-like cell.

After surviving the ordeal, Captain Plumb received the Silver Star, Bronze Star, the Legion of Merit and two Purple Hearts, and returned to America and spoke to many groups about his ex- perience and how it compared to the challenges of every day life.

Shortly after coming home, Charlie and his wife were sitting in a restaurant. A man rose from a nearby table, walked over and said, “You’re Plumb! You ew jet ghters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk . You were shot down!”

Surprised that he was recognized, Charlie responded, “How in the world did you know that?” The man replied, “I packed your parachute.” Charlie looked up with surprise. The man pumped his hand, gave a thumbs-up, and said, “I guess it worked!”

Charlie stood to shake the man’s hand, and assured him, “It most certainly did work. If it had not worked, I would not be here today.”

Charlie could not sleep that night, thinking about the man. He wondered if he might have seen him and not even said, “Good morning, how are you?” He thought of the many hours the sailor had spent bending over a long wooden table in the bottom of the ship, carefully folding the silks and weaving the shrouds of each chute, each time holding in his hands the fate of someone he didn’t know.

Plumb then began to realize that along with the physical parachute, he needed mental, emo- tional and spiritual parachutes. He had called on all these supports during his long and painful ordeal.


Nordfrankreich, Soldaten mit VW-KübelwagenLook for any opportunity in a negative situation

Maybe you’ve heard the story of the four American GI’s who were soldiers during WWII. They were driving along
a narrow dirt road in a standard-issue Army jeep. They were suddenly attacked from all sides, and to make a bad situation worse they came across a large tree blocking the road and their only route to escape. The road was too narrow to allow the jeep to turn around, but the soldiers knew without a doubt that their only chance was to get their vehicle turned around so they could escape.
Knowing they had only one chance at survival, they jumped out of the jeep and each of the four young men took a corner. While being fired upon, together they lifted the jeep into the air and turned it around so that it pointed back the way they had come. They jumped back into the jeep and raced through as a barrage of bullets flew by. Miracu- lously they escaped with none of them sustaining a single hit.
When they returned to their camp, they excitedly shared their incredible story. Their fellow soldiers laughed in disbelief. They ‘knew’ there was no way four guys could lift a jeep and turn it around with their bare hands. Their friends challenged them to prove what they claimed they had done.
The four soldiers surrounded a jeep and each took a corner and attempted to lift it. They grunted and groaned and strained and were unable to lift a single corner of the jeep again.

Where did four young men get the strength of ten? When they believed they had NO CHOICE, they were able to
lift the jeep and turn it around with ease. With the same arms, legs, backs, and muscles, they were able to do something that later they were completely unable to do. What was the difference? It was all in their THINKING, their unshakable belief that their very lives depended on their ability to lift and turn the jeep, and their unwavering con- viction that they would be able to do it.

The doubt shared by their fellow soldiers, combined with the passing of the immediate danger and the adrenaline rush that came with that danger, took away the ability of the four young men to repeat their feat.
Article Source: (centrixcoaching)


c6911aa638df132de4eacf3e42ec1358.jpgStockdale Theory

This version is taken from a post by Joe Kraus. Story found in the book Good to Great.

The Stockdale Paradox is named after Admiral Jim Stockdale who was the highest ranking US military officer imprisoned in Vietnam. He was held in the “Hanoi Hilton” and repeatedly tortured over 8 years. Collins describes going to lunch with Stockdale (can you imagine?) and trying to understand how he survived 8 years as a POW while so many died after just months in captivity.

Here’s how Stockdale put it. “I never lost faith in the end of the story. I never doubted not only that I would get out, but also that I would prevail in the end and turn the experience into the defining event of my life, which, in retrospect, I would not trade.”
“Who didn’t make it out”?

“The optimists. They were the ones who said ‘we’re going to be out by Christmas’. And, Christmas would come and Christmas would go. Then they’d say, ‘We’re going to be out by Easter.’ And Easter would come, and Easter would go. And then Thanksgiving, and then it would be Christmas again. Then they died of a broken heart.”

So, on the one hand it was about unswerving faith that one will ultimately prevail while on the other hand it’s about banishing all false hopes? As usual, the guy who lived it says it best.
“You must never confuse faith that you will prevail in the end – which you can never afford to lose – with the discipline to confront the most brutal facts of your current reality, what- ever they might be.”

Holding those two seemingly contradictory notions in his head simultaneously was the key to Stockdale surviving, even thriving, in his experience. Candy Bomber

On Christmas Eve, 1948, somewhere between Wiesbaden and Berlin, a twenty-seven-year-old American pilot gazed into the night sky.

The heavens were so full of stars, it seemed they would overflow and tumble to earth in a brilliant display of Christmas generosity and joy.

Hal, as he was known to his crew, wrapped his hands around the yoke of his C-54 cargo plane packed with 20,000 pounds of flour. “This is the real spirit of Christmas,” he thought to himself as he guided his plane toward Tempelhof Air Base in West Berlin.

When World War II had ended three years earlier, Germany and its capital city were divided between the Western allies and the Soviet Union. Then, in a grab for power, Stalin blocked ground transportation into the city. To preserve freedom and keep two and a half million West Berliners from starving, the United States and Great Britain began transporting food and other basic supplies by air.

Hal was one of hundreds of Americans who participated in the historic Berlin Airlift, which was called “Operation Vittles.”

That snowy Christmas Eve, as Hal radioed for clearance to land, his mind wandered back six months to the day that had changed his life. He had been standing at the end of the Tempelhof runway, taking home movies of arriving planes, when he noticed about thirty children on a grassy strip just beyond a barbed wire fence. In broken English, they asked about the planes, how much flour each one carried, and whether the airlift would continue. Although the children had been on meager rations, they were more concerned with freedom than with flour. They wanted what Hal had always had—the opportunity to pursue their dreams.

For nearly an hour Hal answered their questions before saying good-bye. As he turned away, one question lingered in his mind: “What makes these kids different?” All over the world, children were known to beg candy from American servicemen. These children had little to eat, and no candy at all, yet they were grateful for what the airlift had given them and asked for nothing. Their gratitude melted Hal’s heart.

Instinctively he wanted to give something back. Digging into his pockets, he found only two sticks of gum. “From little things come big things,” his father used to say. A broad smile crossed Hal’s boyish face. Giving so little to so many could cause a squabble, he reasoned. But a quiet voice within him urged him on.

Hal broke the gum into four pieces and passed it through the fence.

Without a word, the four children tore the gum wrappers into strips and passed them to the others. One by one, each small nose was pressed to the paper, breathing in the minty smell. Never had he seen such expressions of joy and wonder, even at Christmas.

As Hal watched in amazement, his mind raced. “If only I had more to give!” he thought. He had his own rations of gum and chocolate. Maybe his buddies would be willing to donate theirs. Just then another C-54 roared over his head and an idea formed in his mind. “I could drop candy from the air,” he said to himself.

This was the beginning of an extraordinary humanitarian endeavor that brought the spirit of Christmas to a world in need of peace and hope, earning Hal Halvorsen the nickname “The Candy Bomber.” Read the rest of the story in Christmas From Heaven. -From


In honor of so many who give their heart and soul for so many. Peace to you and your families today.  Bless and keep you safe.

Inner Fight. Inner Flight.

The past couple of mornings there has been a tapping sound on my kitchen window. It happens around 6 or 7 in the morning. I go to the window and find this bird tapping away on the window and I am puzzled. It looks at me and flies away. Within 15 seconds it comes back and taps again. Then it flies to the nearby tree and just watches me before it flies away again.

Well, to say the least, I was a bit curious why the bird would be tapping. I learned from online sources that it may see its reflection and be fighting with its reflection, thinking its another bird.

This made me think of how we, as humans, sometimes do this to ourselves. We look in the mirror and see things we don’t like, images that seem ‘too old’, ‘too fat’, ‘too many wrinkles’, ‘too much sun’…you get the idea. We have inner struggles. We don’t yell at the mirror, but we begin the inner chatter that seems to self sabotage.

My daughter was looking at old videos of herself the other day and came across one where she was doing a class report in elementary school. She was about 8 years old and fierce, but innocent. Her 8 year old version of herself was confident, but kind. My daughter beamed watching this video of her younger self.     A few days later my daughter was saying something negative to herself. She was beating herself up in a way with some self-talk. I gently turned her around to face me & said, “would you say that to your 8 year old self? You wouldn’t be that mean to her would you?”  She smiled and got the lesson.

We all have our ‘inner Childs’ those places within us that need to be protected and built up. Life can be harsh and there are plenty of other critics out there. We don’t need to be one of them. We need to protect ourselves from our inner critics and be kinder to ourselves. Who else will?  When we can be kind, say kind words, build & not tear down, that is where our healing will begin. That is where we will begin to grow. That is where we will begin to find our best self. AND, that little child within will smile that you finally figured it out.

What are you saying to yourself? What will help you—-fight or fly? be kind to you.


Peace to you.  -H