I felt it shelter to speak to you.
- Emily Dickinson

We gather in a group to be witnessed, to be supported, and to be both equalized and elevated in our struggles, gifts and ambitions. Common ground is very fertile ground -- it is, what Emerson calls, “...the common heart of which all sincere conversation is worship.” Where two or more are joined with the same intention, grace intensifies and solutions multiply. Belongingness heals and nourishes with its affirmative recognition that we are not alone. Simultaneously, we are able to experience our unity and our uniqueness.

Who hears you? Whose greatness do you foster in return?

It's that time again.. Happy Saturday Posse Party! The author of this post is someone you might of met before on the Magical Eyes Tour. In her video interview, Sheena shared the transformation Magical Eyes gave to her. Welcome back, Sheena LaShay to the Owning Pink stage as she spreads her love just a little bit further.

Using Magical Eyes in our relationships, I have found, is one of the best ways to create magic in our lives.

I moved to Austin, Texas in 2006 from my home, away from my family, away from friends and everything I knew to be familiar in 2006 with $150 in my bank account and a dream of finding something bigger than what I had in Dallas. The first place I got a job was at a holistic verterinarian clinic, Crystal Mountain Animal Hospital. Little did I know, this place would become much more then a job to me. The experiences I had and lessons I learned have stuck with me through the years.

Breast feeding is NOT always so natural

When the supermodel Gisele made a statement this summer that it should be a law for all mothers to breastfeed their babies for six months, it got me thinking about my own experience with little ones at my breasts. I had very different feeding journeys with my two children. My second child latched on immediately. He made sweet suckling noises, stared into my eyes and paused his nursing only to smile at me. It was beautiful, natural and exactly how we are brainwashed that it should be. But it is amazing that I had tried a second time at all, as trying to feed my first child was at best, mechanical. I needed eight arms, 17 contraptions, tea bags for my nipples and a big box of tissues for my tears.