Mojo Monday: Write a Valentine Eulogy For Someone You Love

February 8th, 2010

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Dear Pinkies, please welcome back my wise Pink Mommy Trish Rankin, here with a Valentine’s week Mojo Monday exercise that is a bit nontraditional, and positively rife with love. Hit it, Mommy!

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Have you ever fantasized about sitting in at your own funeral? Wouldn’t you love to know what people will say about you when you transform into pure light and leave this earth? I know I do. Usually, people share heartfelt expressions of love and honor your life. Why do we wait until people are gone to do this? Why not honor those we love RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW?

Valentines Day is this week. It’s a time of hearts and “I love you” and sharing pink cards with those we care about. But why not take it deeper? Why not write down what you would say if you lost the person (or people) you love most?

I know it’s hard to go there. Thinking about writing a eulogy for someone you love brings up the inevitable images of loss, coffins, gravesites, black clothes- death. Who wants to do that, especially around Valentine’s Day? After all, it’s so morbid.

Okay, so let’s reframe it.

Let’s call it a “Pinkogy.” Let’s make it about love and gratitude, not loss.

Just think about what a blessing your words could be for that one special person- a parent, a lover, a sibling, a child, a friend, a mentor. I once heard a story of a teacher named Mrs. Grey, who was personally invited to the funeral of a former student, who had committed suicide. She was baffled by the invitation since she had not seen Joey since his graduation about ten years before. During the eulogy the minister pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and began to introduce it to the gathering. In high school, Mrs. Grey, his Science teacher had asked everyone to take out a sheet of paper, head it with their name and pass it around. Each person was to write something nice about that classmate on it.  Nothing negative was permitted. When it returned to the owner, the students read them aloud to the class.

Joey was so proud of his that he had carried it around in his wallet until his death. He once told the minister that he had thought about suicide in high school until he read that piece of paper and all the wonderful things his classmates shared about him. Over the next years when depression overtook his rational thinking, he’d pull out that piece of paper to remind himself that he was a worthy individual. Because of that simple exercise his family felt like they got ten extra years with him. At the reception afterwards several other classmates approached the minister and Mrs. Grey and admitted that they still had theirs safely tucked away too.

Our words have the power to destroy or to uplift those around us. Which do you chose to do? Yeah- I thought so. Let’s lift up those we love.

Write a Pinkogy

  1. Take a moment to close your eyes and reflect on what makes the person you love unique. What special attributes does this person have that makes him or her stand out?  What silly quirks make you giggle?  What inside jokes warm your heart?  What will you never forget? What distinguishes this person in your heart. What are your most authentic memories?
  2. Now grab a pen and paper and start writing. It doesn’t have to be a novel. Several paragraphs will suffice. Write from the heart. Don’t be embarrassed. Don’t hold back. Let your love flow from the Source. Express everything you would express if you lost this person tomorrow. Don’t wait until it’s too late for someone to know how much you cherish them. Do it now.
  3. Write it on special paper. Or roll it into a scroll and tie it with a decorative ribbon. Perhaps frame it so your exceptional person can put it on their wall and read it often. It will cost you almost nothing-but it will mean everything. I guarantee it.
  4. Now give it to the person you love for Valentine’s Day. You don’t need to tell them it’s a eulogy (why freak them out?) Just tell them you wanted to take a few moments to honor their life. Say “I love you.” Say everything you would wish you had said if you found out tomorrow you had just lost this person. Live in the moment. Feel gratitude that you’re still blessed to have this person in your life.

If you want to share with us Pinkies, please post your Pinkogy here. Let’s all live in love…

Appreciating those I cherish,

Trish

A Fable About Possibility, Hope, & Following Your Dreams

February 7th, 2010
Lissa Rankin & Siena

Lissa Rankin & Siena

Yesterday, I was hiking with my 4 year old daughter Siena and she started to get antsy, so I said I would tell her a story. I asked her what kind of story she wanted me to tell, and she said, “Tell me a story about a banana slug.” Okay, uh…banana slug story it is. (For those of you who don’t know, banana slugs are these gigantic lime green creatures that live in Northern California and have a preference for hanging out in redwood groves. They really come to life this time of year.) Here’s the story I told Siena.

Once upon a time, there was a banana slug named Rachel. Rachel wanted to a ballerina, but Mama Banana Slug, Daddy Banana Slug, Big Sister Banana Slug, and Baby Brother Banana Slug all said, “Rachel, you can’t be a ballerina. You’re a banana slug. You have no feet.” Mama Banana Slug rolled her eyes. Daddy Banana Slug shook his head and looked disappointed. Big Sister Banana Slug said, “You’re not good enough to be a ballerina.” And Baby Brother Banana Slug just laughed at her.

Rachel cried. She cried and cried, but she couldn’t wipe her eyes because she didn’t have any hands either. So she blinked- hard- and decided never to listen to what anyone told her she couldn’t do.

While Rachel didn’t have hands or feet, she did have magical eyes, and she could see the best in everyone. When she looked at her Mama, she realized that Mama Banana Slug loved her dearly. When she told Rachel she couldn’t be a ballerina, she was just trying to protect Rachel from disappointment. Maybe Mama always wanted to be a ballerina when she grew up too, but it didn’t happen, and so she shoved her dream away in her heart and let it spill out all over Rachel.

Rachel the banana slug, with her Mama

Rachel the banana slug, with her Mama

When she looked with magical eyes at Daddy Banana Slug, Rachel saw that he was just afraid of losing his little girl. If Rachel became a ballerina, she might slug off to New York City, go to fancy ballerina parties, and leave Daddy all alone in the redwood grove. He didn’t mean to make her cry. He just couldn’t help clinging to his precious little banana slug.

When she looked with magical eyes at Big Sister Banana Slug, she saw that Big Sister felt threatened by Rachel’s dreams. If Rachel became a famous ballerina, Big Sister might not get so much attention from Mama and Daddy Banana Slug. Maybe Big Sister was afraid of sharing the spotlight, since she was used to getting a lot of attention from winning the 1 meter marathon every year.

When she looked with magical eyes at Baby Brother Banana Slug, Rachel saw that Baby Brother couldn’t bear to let her go. Rachel was his favorite. And if she became a ballerina, she might not have time for banana slug wrestling or mudsliding.

When she saw with magical eyes, Rachel realized that even though she felt hurt by how her family reacted to her dream of becoming a ballerina, they were doing the best they could. They loved her. They just didn’t realize that the world is a magical place, and that anything is possible. When they told her she couldn’t be a ballerina because she didn’t have feet, they were simply thinking too small.

But not Rachel. Rachel had a dream. And she wasn’t going to let anything get in her way. So Rachel started exercising her banana slug muscles until she could hurl herself in the air. After lots of practice, Rachel was able to fling herself high in the sky, but she always fell flop on her belly in a very un-ballerina-like way. With more practice, she could throw herself up in the air and spin around two times, but still- she belly-flopped into the mud with a splat. It was almost enough to make her give up hope. Maybe her family was right. What was she thinking? How could a banana slug be a ballerina when she has no feet?

Max the grasshopper

Max the grasshopper

Then came Max, the grasshopper. Max also had magical eyes, and he had been watching Rachel from behind a redwood tree. He watched her transform from slithering on the earth to spinning in gleeful circles in the air. He couldn’t believe his eyes. When he looked at Rachel, he saw a beautiful, elegant, talented ballerina.

One day, when Rachel was practicing, she threw herself into the air, spun around four times, and then Max leaped out of the woodwork and caught Rachel in mid-air. Rachel gasped and felt scared, but Max said, “Do not be afraid. I see you Rachel. And you are a ballerina, just like me.” Holding Rachel in his arms, he began to leap around on all six feet, twirling and gliding on tippie-toe. Rachel’s heart leapt too.

Then Rachel realized. Maybe she had been thinking too small too. While we can follow our dreams alone, in silence, hidden behind redwood trees, there’s so much more joy to be had when we reach out to others and invite them to live our dreams with us.  Maybe she didn’t need feet after all. Maybe all she needed was teamwork to live happily ever after.

Siena loved the story. She said, “See Mommy, Rachel can do anything.” Yes, little one. And so can you.

What about you Pinkies? Have others clipped your wings? Does your family see the mighty power that lies within you? Do you listen to the limiting beliefs of others? Do you carry those limiting beliefs within you? Are you ready to release them and spin high in the air with Rachel? Are you ready to call on your team and leap high in the sky? Wheeeee!!!!!!!

I dare you…

Spinning yarns,
Lissa & Siena

Owning Courage: Going After What We Truly Desire

February 6th, 2010

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Dear Pinkies, the story you are about to read was written by Pink rockstar Amy Suh of Be Truly You. To say it’s inspirational is a big Pink understatement. Enjoy …Take it away, Amy!

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I am both proud and excited to say that the person I am today is a 180 degree change from who I was three years ago. My life before was about living for someone else, while my happiness was dependent on what I did and what I had. From the outside, it seemed like I had it all. I owned two houses at the age of 26; I was married to my high school sweetheart; I had a great job working for a company owned by Nike; and I was in control of everything that I could possibly control. I was living life and making decisions with my head and not my heart. And although I felt like I was in control of my life, in reality, I was completely out of control and had no true ownership of this life that I had worked so hard to make.

I started practicing yoga in June of 2006 – a truly life-changing experience. The yoga instructors would talk about taking care of yourself and listening to your intuition. This was something that I was not doing and to hear it over and over during my yoga practice gave me the confidence to start listening to my heart and not just my head. I started to think about what would happen if I did what I wanted … where would I be? What would I be? And who could I become? I realized that when I allowed my heart to speak, the life that I imagined was limitless.

In the course of seven months, I got a divorce and filed for bankruptcy. I lost both of my houses, my companion of 11 years was no longer a part of my life, and I was staying at a friend’s house with nothing to call my own except my clothes and shoes. The only constant during all of this was my job. I was good at my job, and it kept me busy so I was content going through the motions, day after day.

In March of 2009, I went to visit my brother in Maui. While visiting him, I realized that the lifestyle in Maui was completely opposite of my lifestyle in Seattle. I found myself at my best there, and I saw myself as truly me. After another visit, I went for a swim in the ocean before heading to the airport … and it was right then and there that I made the decision about what I really wanted in life and what would make me happy … to be able to go to the beach and swim in the ocean as often as I could. I made the decision that day that I was going to return to Seattle, quit my job, pack my stuff and buy a one-way ticket to Maui.

I resigned from my job, which was difficult. For years my job defined who I was. It was my means of income, and it was what I prided myself on. Most of the people at my company think I’m crazy, a few close friends and family are proud of me, and the rest are still in shock at my decision. I’m moving in less than two weeks to live with my brother. No job, no savings and no set plans. As scary as this may sound, I’m not scared. Instead, I am very anxious and excited for what the islands have in store for me.

I know that I don’t want another job that defines me. I just want to make enough money to get by. I want to live each day to the fullest, doing the things I love. And I want to spend my time with the people I love. And in the process of getting ready to move, I have realized that less is more. I am moving with two suitcases, no agenda, and the full intention of living the life that lives in my heart.

amyAloha!
Amy

WOW, Amy. What a magnificent Pleap you are taking.  Thank you for sharing your gorgeous story. Know that you embark on your journey with a whole bunch of Pink love surrounding you. Let’s send Amy big hugs and blow pixie dust under her wings.

So, Pinkies, has this started the wheels turning? What do you want – REALLY? How might it happen? What would you do if you took fear out of the equation? Looking forward to hearing from you …

Find Peace by Owning Your Thoughts

February 5th, 2010

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Dear Pinkies, Please welcome back Tre Thorsen of thoughtbythought.net, where she helps us all to redefine our reality by changing our perspective. Tre comes to us today with some wisdom about taking the reins back from the debilitating, out-of-control thoughts that so often discourage and paralyze us (sound familiar?). Thank you Tre – we needed this for sure. Enjoy, Pinkies!

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Being a passenger of a speeding driver can be an unnerving experience. You feel scared, out of control, nervous about not only your own safety, but the driver’s, your fellow passengers’, and that of those in surrounding cars. You feel stuck, alone, and you want out.

Hold that feeling. Switch scenarios.

This time you’re not sitting as a passenger. You’re walking around in your day to day life. And the speeding driver is the thoughts pressuring you, condemning you, attacking you, sabotaging you.

Your innermost self feels week, vulnerable, not safe … and you want out.

Here’s the difference:
In the first scenario, you can’t physically make the driver slow down. You can beg, plead, threaten. You can even fling open the car door to prove your point. But it likely won’t change anything.

But in the second scenario, you can absolutely take over. Why? Because in that scenario, we’re talkin thought. None of us have to sit there and be passengers of dictatorial condemning influences, especially when they come disguised as our thinking …

… like as we walk through our day:

“You suck.”
“You’re never gonna get done what you need to.”
“Why bother? Everything you ever try doesn’t pan out.”
“You’re hopeless.”
“Here ya go again, what’s the point?”

… or as we’re getting dressed and looking in the mirror:

“What’s the point?”
“You’re ugly.”
“You’re fat.”
“You look heinously gross.”
“He/she is gonna take one look at you and see a complete facade.”

Can you relate?

Here’s the deal: if you cave … if you let the speeding driver rule a conversation in thought, you’ll get stuck in the mode of feeling constantly unsafe. But you don’t have to. At any moment, you can shut up – and shut out – that condemning mental influence. It’s not only vital in the moment, but is also imperative to begin to feel safe and confident about your choices in any situation, in any circumstance, and on any level.

It happens to everyone

Some days I wish I had a way to record the destructive self-babble that tries to stall all of us, and play it back in some kind of open-air arena so that every human on the planet would hear and see that he/she is NEVER ALONE in this kind of thinking. It’s just that some are better at ignoring it than others.

Here’s some ways to squelch the self-babble and maintain control of the wheel:

  1. Be Aware. Be aware of the conversations taking place in your thoughts. The first step to reclaiming control of your mental steering wheel is to recognize when it’s being driven by an influence counter to your values and productivity.
  2. Realize. Realize that these derogatory influences are not your inner voice. You didn’t cause them, create them, birth them, befriend them, and you sure as heck have never consented to align with them. Period. You are under zero obligation to respond or react in any way to these  influences. And let me be clear: listening to them and tolerating one iota of what they say is a kind mental response, or consent. And you never, ever have to give your consent. It’s simply mental haze, and you have zero reason to feel guilty or wrong that you are having these thoughts in the first place.
  3. Refuse to consent. It’s that simple. You recognize the voice that is derogatory. You become the Joan of Arc of thought, refusing to allow those influences to govern your moment. It’s an adamant, assertive, defiant refusal: “No way. I’m not believing this balogne. Not for a single solitary second.” Often it takes several refusals, and a willingness to talk the derogatory muck down in order to shut it up and out. But refusing to consent is vital. It’s the refusing to continue to be the passenger of that reckless, speeding driver.
  4. Refuel with gentle truths. At any given moment, you know your “why.” You know why you’re sitting down to blog. You know why you’re getting ready to go out. You know why you’re striving to birth a new business. You know why you’re trying to nurture and grow a family, build stronger relationships with colleagues, cultivate a better life for yourself, and on and on. You know your why. (p.s. the voice that says “you’re a dumb idiot who’s aimless and doesn’t know her why” is one of those derogatory influences you’ve refused to consent to!). In the same moments you refuse to consent, flood your thoughts with your “why” – and I mean FLOOD IT BABY. You know what you’re about. You might make it as simple as cherishing the good you are about. Think of the ways you strive to see the good, to love more fully, to be more accepting, to forgive. Think about the effort you’re willing to pour into anything that would help a loved one, a neighbor or a population in a desperate situation whom you may never meet. But flood that thought girlfriend of truths about you. It helps to squelch the derogatory self-babble fully and finally.
  5. Breathe and Be. After you’ve flooded thought with these truths, pause. Breathe and be. We’re all in the process of sculpting lives of meaning; lives that matter. It’s not a “wham, bam thank ya ma’am” one-day, one-month, or one-year kind of effort. It’s a life journey. And this is vital to remember because patience and compassion are essential.

You owe yourself permission to drive … gently. Your safety, your ability to thrive depend that you master that self-babble.

Are you Pinkies familiar with the reckless driver of your thoughts speeding you down the road of life way too fast, and in the wrong direction? How can we help you take back the wheel?

I know you can do it!

Swerving and veering my way back to peace,
Tre

Spread the Love & Change the World: The Magical Eyes Tour

February 4th, 2010

Lovemuffin Megan Harner Owning Pink

Lovemuffin Megan Harner Owning Pink

Hiya Pinkies -

As you might be sensing, things are once again astir at Owning Pink. Bigtime. A new era is about to begin. The power of this community can no longer be contained. We have seen each other’s authenticity, recognized one another’s power, and come to understand, without question, that each of us is deserving of love and respect. We are no longer a blog, or even an online community. We are a movement.

It is from this movement that the Pink Effect was born. We realize that what we do every day is see each other with Magical Eyes, gazing past the masks we wear to see the spirit inside, thereby healing and helping each other to be whole again. We have challenged you to take this gift outside of our community and into your hometown, to pick one person in your life and commit to doing this for her or him throughout the year with thoughtful intention. See how another life is impacted by being seen, and witness how s/he pays it forward. She how YOU change.

In the spirit of love, authenticity, magical eyes, Pleaps (Pink leaps of faith), and all things good and true, I am thrilled to announce that our Lovemuffin Extraordinaire Megan Monique Harner will soon be embarking on the Magical Eyes Tour. She’ll be driving around the country, staying with Pinkies, spreading the love, and listening to stories about how Owning Pink has changed people. Armed with a Flip camera and her own Magical Eyes, she’ll be witnessing, recording, pleaping, and loving all over this Pink nation – bringing Pinkies together in the same place of safety and community that Owning Pink has become (only in flesh and blood! Can you imagine?? Wowza). She’ll be the pink thread that loops all of our spirits together in a giant Pink group hug. ((((((((Pinkies)))))))))))

Megan posted this gorgeous, heartfelt, transparent, and oh so Pink piece on the Posse Blog as she prepares to literally set out to change the world, one Pinkie at a time. Drive, girl, drive! You have all our love and support, and our magical eyes will be beaming out to wherever you go. Stay tuned for more info on the tour, Pinkies. The Pink Lovemuffin is coming to a town near you …

Each of you are the pebbles that have begun this now-unstoppable rockslide. For this I thank and love you.

Lissa

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Where to start…

It hit me yesterday that I leave in two weeks – literally TWO WEEKS – to start my trip across the United States visiting lovely Pinkies just like you. In 2 weeks, I will officially begin sharing my Magical Eyes with the world. You will be able to see, through me, the beauty in all of you. Not that you don’t already do this – but my project/adventure/trip is designed to inspire the use of Magical Eyes on a regular basis. The concept combined with intentioned action has the ability to change the world. No joke.

And here I am, taking this step, with all of you, guiding me.

Now, I will pick my jaw up off the floor and get a little raw with you. I could cry at the drop of a hat in this moment. I have been neglecting my emotions in hopes that they would go away – this is out of my own fear of having to deal with them. HA! There have been several teachings to me this year that tell me that I need to start listening to my inner goddess, that she will guide me toward where I need to be. While I have been listening closely, I have also been letting daily normality stand in my way (i.e. drinking, staying up too late, avoiding projects, putting off trip preparation, etc.

However, in this moment, I AM:

Scared
Nervous
Enlightened
Inspired
Excited
Panicked
Shaky
Passionate
Full of Love
Scared
Unprepared
Baffled
Flabbergasted
Certain
Ready
and
Unsure.

Yes, I am all of those things at once – and so much more that I don’t even have words for. I know that I am capable of accomplishing great things. I know that I was put on this planet to do something tremendous for mankind. I know that this is one of many first steps that I am taking and I know that I have the love and support of all you Pinkies.

Here we go! I am off to shine light upon YOUR greatness. Are you ready? I am.

Drivin’ the Pink Love Mobile,
Megan