Success...fully!

We make change. We become transformed. As a Transformation Consultant, I work with people who want to move beyond desiring a change in their lives and are truly ready to transform their lives.  This blog is something I do for myself. I like sharing it with all of you, and primarily it is for myself. It is a part of my own transformations. There is something about how my voice comes out here that is different than my other venues and mediums for writing, speaking and coaching. My Spontaneous Poetry sparks a part of my creativity that is different than anything else I have ever tried. (I do have a B.A. in Creative Writing and this is way different than what I did in school because I am not worrying about the critiques, the kudos or the grade. I publish it myself so there is no need to wait for a rejection either!) It is not like my journal or a diary. I become my own audience. And I think we all could use a little bit of being our own audience in our lives. It's helping me pay attention. And I certainly don't want to catch myself falling asleep while watching my show!

I get to work with what is present in my mind or energy field. Maybe it's a song, a phrase, a feeling, a sentence-I never really know! I do know that the more I do this, the more I love it. It's a gift to myself and I receive it. It squashes my perfectionism tendency and allows me to simply play. It also strangely feels safe while keeping me from hiding. This seems like such a contradiction! I'm not playing a role to please others-I am simply playing. I feel inspired. I feel like no matter what, I always have something to say to myself. And I have a chance to listen.  It is allowing me the chance to get to know myself even more fully. Sometimes I can even recognize the significance of something that I wrote and how important those few words can be and how they spring forward and mean so much to me in my learning for the day. For instance, the poem I wrote yesterday. It seemed like so many of my conversations throughout the rest of the day ended up referencing the poem and what I learned about myself from it.And then I  learned even more.  I don't believe in accidents. I believe that we are being spoken to all the time and are always given guidance. This is where transformation begins...within. Just listen. Or maybe write.

Today's poem is a celebration and gift to all whom I have talked to in my life, worked with, supported, been supported by, and to all those whom I have yet to meet. I thank you! You've helped me create and follow my Recipe for Success.

Recipe for Success

1 ounce of Belief in Yourself

3 shots of inspiration

Followed by 1 shot of inspired action

And a touch of clear direction

            (this may be cloudy at first glance)

4 big handfuls of “I can do it”

Followed by another 4 cups of “Look what I did!”

Add a teaspoon each of heart and soul

Scant any yucky stuff

Fill the middle with words of encouragement

And search inside for any other gifts you may have forgotten

Improvise the ingredients, working with what you have

Taste as you go

Sweeten the balance with a dash of fun

Share with others for taste tests

Yet you are the creator of this recipe

Remember you are your best equipment

Be mindful of your smoking and melting points

Top with a dollop of your sweet dreams

Let it rest for awhile if it starts to harden and toughen up

Add a little wow factor in your presentation that suits you best

Serve to those who want to savor what you have

And ignore the rest.

Repeat when you want more. 

Perfectionism is Broken

Great transformations really do begin within. Like taking negative thoughts, feelings, experiences and turning them into poetic works of art. Ok, so maybe these won't be in an English Major's Anthology of Great American Classics-yet-they are works of art nonetheless. They are created from nothing, really, an expression and creation like a Divine Spark. My negative thoughts are like the murky waters that birth the beautiful Dragonfly. The ashes from which the Phoenix rises. The fertile soil from the compost of my mind.

I really do just sit down and write these. A thought or phrase comes to mind-or an image or a feeling-and I just write. It is like free-form writing (which I am a great fan of) however, I want to transform it in the process rather than burn it afterwards. I want to see the beauty and gift from each thought so I can learn to see each moment-including myself in each moment-in its beauty and gift. Call it my optimism microwave.

A smart girl like you should be perfect

A chill

And a burn

Begin

The icy hot

Swell that rises

From deep within

Wincing

Like a hot shower

On a cold, naked body

An automatic response

To responding automatically

From stories and fables

Told

Which scold

My inner psyche

Defensive wounds

Leaving me defensive

And unaware

That I have been fighting

For so long

Until I realize

That my codependence

Has been protecting me

From my shame

Of failing to be perfect

Like I was told to be

Through statements of

How could you?

How dare you?

You should

Know better

Be better

Act better

Protect better

Look better

Smell better

Think better

Dress better

Write better

Hear better

Behave better

Be louder

Be quieter

Be more active

Be more still

Because you should

A smart girl like you

Should be perfect

So you don’t make me

Look at myself

My own imperfections

And failures

And mistakes

Carry them for me

You should be strong enough

For everyone

And don’t blame me

If you are wounded

Because you should

Have known better