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Owning Love on Valentine’s Day

Saturday, February 13th, 2010

The Many Colors of Valentines Day

Dearest Pinkies, it seems only fitting to have Owning Pink’s Lovemuffin Extraordinaire and Think Pink founder Megan Monique Harner write today’s Valentine’s Day post. So without further adieu, I give you LOVE. Take it away MeganMuffin!

Love

Love a word that has endless definitions. It can be taken out of context, too far into context and is a common emotion that humans share across the world at least one time in their lives. For those of us who are lucky enough to acknowledge it, it is an everyday sensation.

Valentines Day

Love in terms of Valentines Day takes on a whole new meaning. I have encountered some who enjoy the spirit of Valentines Day whether or not they have a special cuddle buddy. Others are less enthusiastic about the holiday because they feel it only exists to exploit the saps that get a kick out of receiving gifts of chocolate, over priced jewelry and roses. No matter your stance on this gaudy day o’ love, I want to offer you a different meaning for it all.

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Where Do You Stand with Love?

Love is an emotion that is not easy to come by for everyone. You might feel as though you have a lack of love that surrounds you, or maybe your don’t know how to share your own love. Perhaps, it is even true that you did not have love in your life as a child and it has transferred over to today. No matter the reasons of your past, you can still start today anew, live a life full of love- cuddle buddy, or not. And to those of you who are swimming in love daily, this invitation still stands for you as well.

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What Valentines Day Means to Me

For as long as I can remember, Valentine’s Day has been my favorite holiday (aside from the 4th of July!) I have been lucky enough to have love in my life everyday that I can remember. I think a large part of it being there is that I choose to acknowledge its existence. To me, Valentine’s Day is celebration of the Love that exists EVERYWHERE. Not just in intimate relationships, but the love I have for my family, friends, and above all- myself. I take this Holiday of Love and use it to get excited about this feeling that is FREE to EVERYONE. I love to my fullest on this day; strangers, cab drivers, movie theater attendants, waiters, boyfriends, girlfriends, moms, dads, grandmas, grandpas, cousins, friends, ex-boyfriends, E V E R Y O N E. Especially you Pinkies.

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What’s In It for You?

Pinkies, imagine what it would be like, if for a moment you stepped out of your mind frame that Valentine’s Day was something to either preen over because some lover adores you or curse because you don’t? What if you started celebrating LOVE for its own sake instead. Where would that leave you? Would you be honoring yourself with a bubble bath, pink roses and chocolates (heck, maybe even a massage?) Or perhaps you will gather with your friends and a good chick flick while you basque in each others awesome-ness. Whatever it is you choose to do, do it with a large amount of love in your heart and see how much further it gets you. Valentine’s Day is something to take advantage of. Personally, I think it is incredible that we have a National Day O’ Love- how lucky are we?!

What about you Pinkies? What are you doing to celebrate today? Tell us your stories- all of them. If you’re whooping it up in roses and chocolate land because you’ve found the love of your life, share your joy and let us celebrate with you (I’m serious.  Let’s share of happy days as well as our struggles. Those of us who haven’t found that will relish your joy on this special day.) If you’re annoyed by this Hallmark holiday, share that too. If you’ve found love here at Owning Pink and it’s changed you, tell us how you feel. We want to know all the facets of how V-day affects you. As always, we just want to be real. What’s real for you?

Loving YOU (and me,)

Megan Monique

A special Valentine’s Day message from Owning Pink’s founder Dr. Lissa Rankin:

Pinkettes….daw-lings…I am sending each and every one of you extra special love, healing juju, and virtual rose petals raining down upon you while I wrap you in my arms and tell you how much I care. Really. Do you feel it? Happy Valentine’s Day. Let’s truly, collectively make this a day of Love. Please make an extra special effort to use your Magical Eyes, don your LOVE BUBBLE, and put your love out into the world today.  Reach out to someone who might be lonely and need a hug. Buy flowers for the girl behind you at the checkout counter in the grocery store with the tan line where her wedding ring used to be.  Give a hug to a widow at church who might need one. Call your single girlfriends and plan an impromptu LOVE FEST potluck party.

And please do me an extra special favor and make this a special day of expressing love to your fellow Pinkies on the Pink Posse forum. Send them messages of love. Reach out to those who live near you and meet for a cup of tea.  Pay extra attention to those who are posting on the Posse blog and make sure everyone feels nurtured. Hell- write on the Posse blog and let us nurture YOU.  Let’s make this day about US- ourselves and those we love. Let’s truly celebrate love the way it was meant to be celebrated (with big PINK balloons and banshee dancing and rock and roll and moments of stillness in which we remember who we are.) Okay? You in?

Holding you in both arms and squeezing extra special tight today,

Lissa & the rest of the Owning Pink team

A Fable About Possibility, Hope, & Following Your Dreams

Sunday, 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

Find Peace by Owning Your Thoughts

Friday, 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

Mojo Monday: Illuminating The Bright Spots to Affect Change In the World

Monday, February 1st, 2010

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Hey Pinkies, Please welcome back Pink Goddess and blogger extraordinaire Christa, who just happened to post on the Posse Blog a piece that translates into a most perfect Mojo Monday exercise. Just when we thought we were doing all we could to change the world, it’s taken to a whole new level. Thank you, dear Christa … take it away!

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“You cannot think your way into a new way of acting, you have to act your way into a new way of thinking.” ~ Jerry Sternin, Founder of The Positive Deviance Initiative

In this month’s issue of Fast Company, there is an excerpt from Switch: How to Change Things When Change is Hard by Chip and Dan Heath. The book goes on sale February 16th, and this excerpt provides insights into how to find the bright spots, as small and few as they may be, that lead to radical, large-scale, successful change when replicated. The Heaths take a cue from Jerry Sternin, a professor of nutrition at Tufts University, who, along with his wife, Monique (also a professor at Tufts), gave so much to so many around the world. The Professors Sternin founded the movement of positive deviance and advocated for its use around the world.

There is some societal belief that when someone is exceptional, they’re weird. We think that the exceptional do things that no one else can do when really they just do things that no one is doing. William Kamkwamba in Malawi, whom I blogged about earlier this week…. If we studied them closely, we would find that a couple of key things that they do are different from the majority, and those few differences can be replicated so that the exception becomes the new norm. Jerry and Monique Sternin believed that if we can find the bright spots, we’ll get more understanding of a situation and greater progress than we ever thought possible.

This thought process begs the questions, “Where are the bright spots in our lives and how can we replicate the heck out of them?!”

So Pinkies, this Mojo Monday, ask yourself the following questions:

  1. What are my bright spots? What do I do differently from most other people? What natural gifts do I possess that have always served me?
  2. What are the bright spots I see in others (Hint: donning your magical eyes might help answer this question)?
  3. How might I – by myself or in concert with others – take the bright spots I see out into the world in a big way? (The answer to this may spawn a Mojo Monday exercise all its own!)

Share your findings and ideas in the comments section … and let the inspiration roll!

Shining brightly,
Christa

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Owning the Lows by Being Present With What Is

Friday, January 29th, 2010

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Dear Pinkies, Please welcome Jenn Boire, author of the blog MuseMother, whose words on the Posse Blog so often serve to calm, comfort and ground us Pinkies. She’s here today with some thoughts on how we might sit with the blues … especially at this time of year, when many of us are starting to yell a loving-but-impatient “Enough already!” to Mother Nature. Take it away, Jenn!

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Just back from a weekend workshop with Sweet Adelines’ coaches in Massachusetts, and it’s Monday morning. Blue Monday, laundry day, day to pick up groceries to feed giant appetites of teens, juice and more juice, healthy snacks … and venture out into icy streets under pouring rain.

I was so high Saturday night, hearing choruses and quartets sing, driving back 7 hours on Sunday, yakking with fellow chorus members about all the things we learned and changes we want to make. On an energy high, a big new-learning buzz.

As I stepped out of the grocery store and headed back to the car with my grocery bags this morning, I thought, usually a day like this gets me down. We haven’t seen much sun since Christmas, going on over three weeks, and that’s a definite bummer. S.A.D. time, low light time, extra Vitamin D time.

But today, there’s also a deep pewter colour to the sky and the frozen lake ice, with all the snow washed away, is revealing patterns of silver, grey, and mottled white. Just before the rain started pouring there were puffs of dark grey cloud swiftly moving overhead and trees waving as the wind picked up. Lots of action for a quite empty scene, lots of movement and shades of monochromatic color. It occurred to me that this day I was open for musing on the sky and lake, instead of napping and trying to ‘get past it’, moving in fast forward mode to get to evening.

On these moody low energy days, since I work at home, I do some yoga, stretch out on the floor, move my breath down into my body. Be still. Stay open. Observant. Observe the moss on the north side of the giant oak in my yard, right near the bathroom window. Watch two crows flap their wings from tree to ice-fishing hole on the lake, hunting for fish remnants probably. Listen to the patter of rain on the metal roof.

I can be here wth myself, be kind to my self (instead of beating myself up for how unenergetic I feel).

As I write this, I am struggling against those blues, waiting to swamp me with lethargy and grunginess. I may not feel perky and bright, but I can revel in the slow moody retreat space I need to work on anyway for a retreat I’m leading on Sunday. It’s just not the way I imagined my day would go….but here it is, an opportunity, to soothe myself by being with myself, right where I am.

Appropriately enough, the retreat is called Journey into Presence. I guess it begins now…..

What about you Pinkies? How do you find yourself coping with not only the winter blues, but those oh-so-common “come downs” that accompany returning to the everyday following a few days of magic?

Stretching, breathing, being …
Jenn

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