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Owning Discomfort: The Opportunity of Pain

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

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Dearest Pinkies, Please welcome back the illustrious Tama J. Kieves, founder of Awakening Artistry and author of This Time I Dance: Creating The Work You Love (which happens to be this month’s pick for the Pink Posse Book Club … if you’re reading or have read it, be sure to join the discussion!). Tama has once again generously agreed to let us reprint her monthly newsletter, “Trusting the Journey Times.” Expect to be forever changed – and, in this case, stretched into a new shape – by the last paragraph. We always are. Enjoy, Pinkies, and deep, stretchy bows of thanks as always to Tama.

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Recently I took a yoga class while in New York City. I claimed a space in the packed studio and drank in the peace of the altar, appointed with images of smiling gurus and blue Krishnas. The subway rumbled beneath us. The teacher, a low-keyed young man in a faded tee shirt, walked casually among us. Just minutes later he would rock my world.

He had us stretching, sweating, and breathing deeply immediately. Then at one point he had us doing squats, yes squats, like army boot camp training. I longed to go back to the nice chanting part. Then, just when I secretly gave myself permission to take the low road into listlessness, the teacher said this, “Don’t miss the opportunity to go deeper into this squat, you only have two more breaths, two more chances to get this full stretch.” Yeah, don’t miss the opportunity to rip open a wound or deny yourself water in a desert either, I immediately think, because my cynic is often the first one up to bat. But his tone catches me anyway. He says it with a raspy voice as though he’s talking about beholding moonlight or the face of your lover before your eyes go dim for the last time. I get it that he’s talking about more than just the squats. He’s telling us not to miss the chance to get what we came for in this life, to devote ourselves to ourselves and the moments we have before us.

For the rest of the class, he’s hooked me. He’s helped me believe that I’m on the way to somewhere grand, and that I don’t want to cheat myself of the ride, not even the squats. Suddenly I see that there is an opportunity in pain. It’s the opportunity to choose aliveness instead of habit. It’s the chance to practice stepping into my unknown strength and love, my highest self, instead of resistance and complacency.

Haven’t you had moments in your life that you wish you could have done differently? Maybe there’s a way you’ve sabotaged yourself with money. Or maybe every time a certain scenario arises with your husband, you spit out words you regret or lock yourself into a distant chamber. Perhaps you reach for distraction every time you look at a task or deadline. There’s a place where you become automatic. There’s a place where you choose something that will not expand your heart and mind and soul. It’s not about making yourself wrong for this. It’s about noticing what you do with pain. Pain is our practice to do things differently.

How do you react to discomfort? Do you close down? Do you open up? Do you invite it to tea? Can you become present and choose a response that you’ve never chosen before? This is venturing into the mystery. This is stepping into the gleaming green forest beyond the limits of the familiar village. This is how we dare to experience our true capacities and the evolving wonder of life. In this life, we create our identities by the choices we make. JK Rowling, the internationally best-selling author of the Harry Potter series, attributed her enormous success not to her talent, but to her ability to walk past fear. She said, “It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

The wisdom tradition of A Course in Miracles teaches, “Trials are but lessons that you failed to learn presented once again, so where you made a faulty choice before you now can make a better one, and thus escape all pain that what you chose before has brought to you.” I love that idea. I can choose a new response that ultimately helps me escape all pain that what I chose before has brought to me.

This is what I remind myself now. Pain is my opportunity to expand. There is someone astounding in me. I only get to meet her in the presence of challenge. It’s my opportunity to show myself my true colors, to dare a more loving, patient, or audacious response. My initial instinct is one of smallness. “I don’t want to.” “This scares me.” “I shouldn’t have to.” The posturing and bargaining goes on. My first reaction is the guardian of stagnation. It will keep me making the same choices. It will keep me at the same level. It will have me say things in defensiveness that I would not say in sanity and I’d never even think in love. It will send me into fear when the media announces a certain perspective, even though I know a more abundant reality in my bones. Pain is the opportunity to practice. Pain is the portal to another choice, another self, and another life.

In the body, pain is the sensation of stretching the muscles, growing them, turning them into a fire that will mold a new strength. So please don’t refuse the gift. Don’t miss the opportunity to live large, to choose large, to face discomfort and breathe into it until it yields new grace. In the Bible, Jacob wrestled the angel and said, “I will not let you go until you give me a blessing.” I suggest you wrestle with your angels and your demons. Forgive yourself over and over again for choosing habit and limitation. But dare it now. Walk yourself across the cosmic border of everything you know. Choose a new response. Be generous. Trust your crazy desires. Choose to love more than you’re loved. Don’t miss the opportunity. You’re only here for a little while. You only have two more chances to deepen into this stretch, two more opportunities to choose grace over business as usual. Squat deeply. Fly high.

With my love and blessings,
Tama

©Copyright 2009 Tama J. Kieves. All rights reserved.

Sex Is Good For Your Health: A 30 Day Sex Challenge

Friday, January 8th, 2010

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Hiya Pinkies! How’s the second week of 2010 going for you? I just read something that inspired me to write about your favorite topic- SEX (yes, it’s true- the Pretty Pink Pussy Tour is still Owning Pink’s #1 most heavily trafficked post). CNN correspondent Elizabeth Cohen reported about Sadie Nardini and her husband, who resolved to have sex every day in December to help them fight his-and-hers vices: ciggies and chocolate. Lo and behold, guess what happened? Not only did they find their cravings curbed, but they felt better, slept better, and didn’t get the usual winter viruses that typically plague them.

Apparently, their experiment worked so well, they’re planning to continue it into January. My guess is that, in addition to the evident health benefits, Sadie and her husband find themselves more loving, more connected, and hell- more sexually satisfied!

It got me thinking (and feeling a little…uh…sparkly, if you know what I mean). What if, instead of wallowing in the Winter Blues that seem to be afflicting many of the people I know, those of us with ready and willing partners snuggle in front of the fireplace and resolve to whoop it up a bit? After all, sex is good for you. Just ask Dr. Beverly Whipple, a leading sex researcher who famously named the G Spot and just co-wrote The Orgasm Answer Guide. I interviewed Beverly when I was researching my upcoming book What’s Up Down There? Questions You’d Only Ask Your Gynecologist If She Was Your Best Friend. Here are some of the many health benefits to sex and orgasm.

Engaging in acts of sexual expression may:

  1. Help you live longer.[i][ii][iii]
  2. Lower your risk of heart disease and stroke if you have sex twice/week or more.[iv]
  3. Reduce your risk of breast cancer.[v]
  4. Bolster your immune system.[vi]
  5. Help you sleep.[vii]
  6. Make you appear more youthful.[viii]
  7. Improve your fitness.[ix]
  8. Help protect against endometriosis.[x]
  9. Enhance fertility.[xi]
  10. Regulate menstrual cycles. [xii][xiii]
  11. Relieve menstrual cramps.[xiv]
  12. Help carry a pregnancy to full term.[xv]
  13. Relieve chronic pain.[xvi][xvii][xviii]
  14. Help reduce migraine headache pain in some individuals.[xix]
  15. Improve quality of life.[xx][xxi][xxii]
  16. Reduce the risk of depression.[xxiii]
  17. Lower stress levels.[xxiv][xxv]
  18. Improve self esteem.[xxvi]
  19. Improves intimacy with your partner.[xxvii]
  20. Help you grow spiritually.[xxviii][xxix][xxx]

The evidence is mounting. Sex and orgasm aren’t just good – they’re good for you.

So go ahead and resolve to try something sexy for 2010. If you don’t have a partner, don’t worry. Orgasm benefits you, with or without a partner, so fly solo if need be.

What do you think, Pinkies? You all get shy when we start talking about sex, but speak up! Tell us what you think. Share your experiences, and let’s get this party started.

Hot and bothered,

Dr. Lissa


[i] Davey Smith, George, et al.  (1997).  “Sex and Death: Are They Related? Findings from the Caerphilly Cohort Study.” BMJ ? British Medical Journal, 315, 1641–1644.

[ii] Palmore, E.  (1982).  “Predictors of the Longevity Difference: A Twenty-Five Year Follow-Up.”  The Gerontologist, 22, 513–518.

[iii]Persson, G.  (1981).  “Five-year Mortality in a 70-Year-Old Urban Population in Relation to Psychiatric Diagnosis, Personality, Sexuality and Early Parental Death.”  Acta Psychiatrica Scandinavica, 64, 244–253.

[iv] Ebrahim, S., et al.  (2002).  “Sexual Intercourse and Risk of Ischaemic Stroke and Coronary Heart Disease: The Caerphilly Study.” Journal of Epidemiology Community Health, 56, 99–102.

[v] Lê, M.G., et al. (1989).  “Characteristics of Reproductive Life and Risk of Breast Cancer in a Case-Control Study of Young Nulliparous Women.”  Journal of Clinical Epidemiology, 42(12), 1227–1233.

[vi] Charnetski, Carl J. & Francis X. Brennan.  (2001).  Feeling Good Is Good For You: How Pleasure Can Boost Your Immune System and Lengthen Your Life.  Emmaus: Rodale Press, Inc.

[vii] Ellison, Carol Rinkleib.  (2000).  Women’s Sexualities.  Oakland: New Harbinger Publications, Inc.

[viii] Weeks, David & Jamie James.  (1998).  Secrets of the Superyoung.  New York: Berkley Books

[ix] Ellison, Carol Rinkleib.  (2000).  Women’s Sexualities.  Oakland: New Harbinger Publications, Inc.

[x]Meaddough, Erika L., et al.  (2002).  “Sexual Activity, Orgasm and Tampon Use Are Associated with a Decreased Risk for Endometriosis.”  Gynecologic and Obstetric Investigation, 53, 163–169.

[xi] Cutler, Winnifred B.  (1991).  Love Cycles: The Science of Intimacy.  New York: Villard Books.

[xii] Cutler, Winnifred B.  (1991).  Love Cycles: The Science of Intimacy.  New York: Villard Books.

[xiii] Burleson, Mary H., et al.  (1991).  “Heterosexual Activity and Cycle Length Variability: Effect of Gynecological Maturity.”  Physiology & Behavior, 50, 863–866.

[xiv] Ellison, Carol Rinkleib.  (2000).  Women’s Sexualities.  Oakland: New Harbinger Publications, Inc.

[xv] Sayle, A.E., et al.  (2001).  “Sexual Activity During Late Pregnancy and Risk of Preterm Delivery.”  Obstetrics and Gynecology, 97(2), 283-289.

[xvi] Kaplan, Helen Singer.  (1984, October).  “Desire ? Why and How It Changes.” Redbook, 58.  As cited in Komisaruk & Whipple, 1995.

[xvii] Shapiro, D.  (1983).  “Effect of Chronic Low Back Pain on Sexuality.”  Medical Aspects of Human Sexuality, 17, 241–245.  As cited in Komisaruk & Whipple, 1995.

[xviii] Whipple, Beverly & Barry R. Komisaruk.  (1985).  “Elevation of Pain Threshold by Vaginal Stimulation in Women.”  Pain, 21, 357–367.

[xix] Evans, Randolph W. & James R. Couch.  (2001).  “Orgasm and Migraine.”  Headache, 41, 512–514.

[xx] Weeks, David J.  (2002).  “Sex for the Mature Adult: Health, Self-Esteem and Countering Ageist Stereotypes.”  Sexual and Relationship Therapy, 17(3), 231–240.

[xxi] Warner, Pamela & John Bancroft.  (1988).  “Mood, Sexuality, Oral Contraceptives and the Menstrual Cycle.”  Journal of Psychosomatic Research, 32(4/5), 417–427.

[xxii] Laumann, Edward O., et al.  (1994).  The Social Organization of Sexuality ? Sexual Practice in the United States.  Chicago: University of Chicago.

[xxiii] Catania, Joseph A. & Charles B. White.  (1982).  “Sexuality in an Aged Sample: Cognitive Determinants of Masturbation.”  Archives of Sexual Behavior, 11(3), 237–245.

[xxiv] Charnetski, Carl J. & Francis X. Brennan.  (2001).  Feeling Good Is Good For You: How Pleasure Can Boost Your Immune System and Lengthen Your Life.  Emmaus: Rodale Press, Inc.

[xxv] Weeks, David J.  (2002).  “Sex for the Mature Adult: Health, Self-Esteem and Countering Ageist Stereotypes.”  Sexual and Relationship Therapy, 17(3), 231–240.

[xxvi] Hurlbert, David Farley & Karen Elizabeth Whittaker.  (1991).  “The Role of Masturbation in Marital and Sexual Satisfaction: A Comparative Study of Female Masturbators and Nonmasturbators.”  Journal of Sex Education & Therapy, 17(4), 272–282.

[xxvii] Weeks, David J.  (2002).  “Sex for the Mature Adult: Health, Self-Esteem and Countering Ageist Stereotypes.”  Sexual and Relationship Therapy, 17(3), 231–240.

[xxviii] Gardella, Peter.  (1985).  Innocent Ecstasy: How Christianity Gave America an Ethic of Sexual Pleasure.  New York: Oxford University Press.

[xxix] Keesling, Barbara.  (2000).  Rx Sex: Making Love is the Best Medicine.  Alameda: Hunter House Inc., Publishers.

[xxx] Ogden, Gina.  (2001, August 14, accessed 2009, November).  “Spiritual Passion and Compassion in Late-Life Sexual Relationships.” [Online]. Electronic Journal of Human Sexuality.  http://www.ejhs.org/volume4/Ogden.htm.

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Owning Pain: The Secret to Healing

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

Dear Pinkies, We are honored once again to welcome the amazing Pink Goddess Tama J. Kieves to Owning Pink. We invite you to soak your tired feet in Tama’s brilliant message about feeling what we’re feeling. You can read more about her and her work at the bottom of this post- and if you love this post, grab a copy of her book, This Time I Dance!, which is our Pink book club selection in January. Enjoy, and big Pink thanks to Tama!

When we are on the path of creating the work and life we love, we will encounter pain. That’s a given. Yes, we will follow our bliss, and then rejection, fear, and confusion will find out where we live. How we deal with the pain will determine our success and joy. But most of us don’t love dealing with pain.

Recently, I had a fit of insecurity, a bout of self-comparison, and then a melt down. It’s the same sorry broken record that plays again. I don’t want this pain to return. It has come so many times to my house and broken the dishes and kicked in the walls. But when it comes I feel as though I have little say. All my years of therapy and spiritual growth, and even teaching, seem like postcards from a foreign land. I know that this “pain is optional.” But in the moment, it’s the only dish on the menu.

Ironically, I am at a beautiful retreat center when this experience happens. There are ongoing workshops on meditation and healing taking place.  I pause by a still pond. Barefoot meditators walk by me, smiling with peace. I want to trip them as they pass. I am not well, I tell you.

Heal my mind, I pray to any God who will listen. Take these thoughts away. I say the words, begging and demanding. I stomp my foot like a princess calling upon the powers of the heavens as though they are disobedient maid servants. Nothing happens. Evidently, I cannot even pray right in this pain.

“Try focusing on something positive,” I demand of myself. It’s almost embarrassing how much good there is in my life, and how I choose to lie down on a bed of nails instead. Seeing this makes me feel worse. There are children starving in Africa, and they’re probably singing, says my suddenly “spiritual” inner critic. Now I’m in more pain, thinking how wrong it is to be in pain.

That night, I talk to Nancy, a woman I have just met. She is a healer by trade. But more than that, she is a healer by the way she looks at me. Her face is as open as a window in springtime and her eyes have seen it all, yet look at me with burning interest. I feel the air slow down around her. I swear she is charming the molecules into sacred space.  I start telling her about my situation, strategically inserting only the details that validate my cause, and make me look pretty good, not at all like the ragged and hostile character at her table.  I ask her how to deal with the pain of the situation.

I am hoping she will give me some mantra or insight to make it instantly disappear. I am hoping she has some kind of talisman tucked up her sleeve.  I am hoping she will say something to prop up my wounded, terrified ego, maybe something like— you’re obviously a rock star who deserves better treatment. Or better yet, here let me wave my magic wand, and don’t worry, just for you, I’ll waive my fee. Or worst case scenario, but still fine with me, I expect her to say, I know a woman who can tell you which mother in which past life did this to you. I know a guru, a therapist, a lobotomist, a drug dealer, I’ll get you connected. But she says none of those things. She says something I am not expecting. When I ask her “What should I do?“—she says quietly, “I guess there is nothing to do— but feel the pain.”

Part of me wants to say, “Come, again?”

But the wise part of me, the one that instantaneously recognizes truth, wants to giggle and toss jellybeans at her feet. That part understands and claps its hands.

“Feel the pain,” she says, and she says it with the kindness of a thousand years like water that has loved a jagged rock and smoothed it into shining.  Her healer’s voice surrounds me with spaciousness, as though she can wait forever for me to take in this message.

I feel her recognize my sorrow and suddenly I recognize it—and I recognize that it’s okay to feel sorrow. I don’t need to deny it or make it wrong or try to sweep it off my doorstep and scrub away its shadow. The moment she says “feel the pain,” I feel as though the broken sorrows of the whole world are laid before me, the raw hearts of everyone, everywhere, meeting me in this single moment with knowing. Somehow we’re all in this together, and I would not make them wrong for anything—and, finally, I do not make myself wrong either.

This is what whispers to me in her words:  stop running and come in out of the rain. Wrap your little girl in a warm woolen blanket. Let’s put on a pot of soup. Forgive your ego, your frightened one for its tirade, for demanding the moon as proof of being loved, for needing things to be otherwise, for taking offense because the wind blew a certain way—not your way. Take those tight shoes off. Why, you’ve been running away from your truth for so long, you must be tired. Here, let’s soak those feet in lavender oil.

The moment Nancy said, “feel the pain,” I didn’t feel lonely or separate from my life anymore. I felt as though I could be in this exact moment, in this exact state of mind. I felt as though she was asking me to allow God, the Eternal Lover of the Present Moment, back into my heart. I felt as though she was reminding me of my Real Nature, a presence so beautiful and vast, it could sit with pain of any sort, frustration, anger, betrayal, and welcome every wasp, spider, or aphid into the garden. She was asking me to give myself over to the medicine and instruction of this moment. Suddenly I realized I didn’t need Spirit to take away the pain. I only wanted Spirit to sit with me while I felt the pain. I needed to sit with this part of myself. I needed to hear her story, not to fix it, or agree with it, push it away, or try to change the circumstances that caused it. I needed to sit with this frightened part of myself. She needed to be heard. She would know how to go forward from there.

In the past, I have envisioned the Presence of Love sitting down by my side. It’s the Holy Spirit, Jesus, Buddha, the Hebrew Shekina, or the spirit of ten thousand sequoia trees. Strong Love sits beside me. Strong Love sits behind me, before me and above me and below me.  Strong Love can contain anything. Strong Love can absorb the sting. Strong Love doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

In the end, pain opened my heart to myself. It’s always that way. I feel the love of the Universe when I feel my own love.  I feel that love when I stop running away from any part of myself or any experience I am having. I am willing to feel the pain. I am wiling to feel my love. I am willing to feel my life.

This month I invite you to sit with yourself in the middle of a feeling that is uncomfortable. Feel the pain. I hope you can hear me whisper this to you, with the love of the ages in my voice, a strength and gentleness that wraps around you. I have faith in your ability to heal yourself. I have faith in your ability to contain and absorb and dance with the truth of exactly where you find yourself in this moment.  I have faith in all of us.

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Tama J. Kieves is an honors graduate of Harvard Law School who left her practice with a large corporate law firm to write and to embolden others to live their most fulfilling lives. She is the bestselling author of THIS TIME I DANCE! Creating the Work You Love and is a sought-after speaker and career coach who has helped thousands world-wide to discover and live their true work in the world. Visit her at www.ThisTimeIDance.com and sign up for free inspiration and support through her monthly e-newsletter. Want to find your calling? Get Tama’s Free Report right now on “Finding Your Calling” at www. ThisTimeIDance.com.

Tama J. Kieves
©2009. All rights reserved


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You are the Light of the World: Taking Your Pain Into Promise

Friday, December 18th, 2009

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Greetings Pinkies! Please welcome back the extraordinary Tama Kieves, author of This Time I Dance! Creating the Work You Love (the first read of the Pinkie Book Club).  Enjoy this month’s message, filled with hope, light, energy, and a whopping amount of Pink energy. Thank you Tama – love to you, oh sister goddess of mojo.

Since it’s the holiday season, I wanted to write about “light.”

The wisdom tradition of A Course in Miracles teaches us, “I am the light of the world. That is my only function. That is why I am here.” When I first read that line part of me stood at attention as though its true name had been called through a fog and cobweb of centuries. The other part of me felt screwed.

At the time, I looked around at my life of half-written manifestos, unused yoga videos, and abrupt tectonic shifts of doubt and fear, and thought humanity could definitely benefit from a more reliable guide. But I have come to see that limitation is spirit calling my name. Limitation puts pins in my sofa and lumps in my pillow so that I do not fall asleep in my life. Limitation calls me to seek for strength, focus, achievement, and liberating powers I did not know I had. And, in the end, limitation gifts me with a one-of-a-kind credential in this world. It’s because as I come to experience freedom in the midst of defeated circumstances, I become a hope and light to others.

We, who are questioning our lives and our abilities, are the light of the world. We will be a beacon of comfort, hope and direction to those who need us. We are in the soup, but it is healing broth. We are the ones who are learning to find joy and full expression in the midst of bruised conditions. Every spiritual tradition teaches us that freedom is not being liberated once the job comes through, the check comes in or the skinny jeans fit. Freedom is learning how to be at peace no matter what, no matter when.

Our world is changing. The old ways are falling apart. Some talk about being in a revolutionary evolution of consciousness. We are the ones. We are the ones who are discovering our sacred resources and responses and bringing them to the table. We are the ones who write poems or sing praises to the divine, even as the stock market crumbles. Our dark days and stumbles are our training grounds. We are learning how to recognize a magnitude that is never threatened or taken away.  We are discovering the river of faith in the dryness of our desert. We are the ones. We may not get it right every single day or even for weeks on end, but we are the ones.

Your pain is your relentless guru. How do you gain instruction from the sting? How do you resist the urge to curse it, deny it, or lie down in a ball for a thousand years? How do you love yourself? How do you forgive yourself? How do you sit down right now and trust the perfection of where you are? This is the juncture of your freedom. This life is not about just sweeping the kitchen one more time, or sending in a resume. It’s about feeding the wild blue bird in your heart on berries not of this world. It’s about feeding the wild blue bird so that it flies free no matter what.

I do not wish you pain or suffering. But I know that pain will cause you to seek freedom and freedom will teach you who you are and why you’re here. You are the light of the world, and you have love, talent, and healing to offer us. Because of the sand, the oyster yields the pearl. Peacocks grow their signature colorful feathers by eating thorns. “What is to give light, must endure burning,” wrote Viktor Frankl, who taught about how he found liberation, through mental focus, in the harshest hours of living in a concentration camp. And Buddhist nun Pema Chodron says, “Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us.” You are the light of the world. And it’s pain that reminds you, like a ferocious drill sergeant, to abandon your useless definitions of security, and penetrate the limitless grace within you.

We may not have easy lives at this time. But it’s not because we’re failing, falling, or inadequate. It’s because our souls demand healing more than coping, soaring more than just reaching cruising altitude. We are the teachers, healers, visionaries, social entrepreneurs and architects of the coming bright times. We are the sensitive ones, the canary in the mines. We have never truly been fit for this world. That’s why we are the ones who will change it.

We will change it with our compassion. We will change it with our twigs of peace. We will change it by sitting in our dark corners until the pain passes and transmutes into new energy that can sustain the rest of our lives– and we have a new stronghold to offer our brothers and sisters.

We will turn darkness into hope, as humanity has always done. We will prove that pain passes and leaves strong alchemy in its wake. We will run a new mile, inspire new actions, bring clean water to the needy, or paint images of wonder and faith. We will find our unique way to channel inexhaustible strength to hungry conditions.  We will bring the new into the world by expanding our minds, communing with our creativity, and opening our boundless hearts. We are in the study halls now. Many of us are getting ready for our certifications.

We are the light of the world. We are the ones who have mercy for others. We are the ones who lend a hand. We are the ones who share a bit of writing, a dance, a reiki session, a vibrant expression filled with courage and forgiveness. We are the ones who question limitation and habits and demonstrate the raw and formidable power of love and alignment with our source. We are the ones who believe there is enough here to work with and we are about the business of working with it. Jesus walked on water. We may be doing something far more electrifying in these times. We are walking in this world.

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In this coming year, and every year, I dream of a world where everyone’s talents are cherished, honored, and put to use in the business of uplifting humanity. I thank each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart for all your faith and growth this year. And on a personal note, I am so very grateful for all your love and support. It’s your emails, your sharing this work, your coming to workshops, and just knowing you’re ‘out there’ that keeps me siding with my own strength and light. I am so touched by all of you. I wish all of you a beautiful, holy holiday season filled with grace, authenticity, and love, and the birth of wild, new inspiration.

Love and blessings,

Tama

Tama J. Kieves is an honors graduate of Harvard Law School who left her practice with a large corporate law firm to write and to embolden others to live their most fulfilling lives. She is the bestselling author of THIS TIME I DANCE! Creating the Work You Love and is a sought-after speaker and career coach who has helped thousands world-wide to discover and live their true work in the world. Visit her at www.ThisTimeIDance.com and sign up for free inspiration and support through her monthly e-newsletter. Want to find your calling? Get Tama’s Free Report right now on “Finding Your Calling” at www.ThisTimeIDance.com.

©Copyright 2009 Tama J. Kieves. All rights reserved.

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Be In Your Body

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

inbodyThis is one of a series of posts written during my retreat at Harbin Hot Springs last week.

I’m at Harbin Hot Springs on a much needed retreat with my dear friend, Mojo Mentor, and Green Goddess Tricia Barrett, and Tricia said (in the most loving way possible), “Lissa, you don’t spend much time in your body, do you?”

Of course I spend time in my body! I mean, I walk around in it every day. I eat into it. I pee and poop from it. My husband and I have sex with it.  But I know that’s not what she means. I know she means that I don’t really inhabit it fully- and she’s right.  I tend to live in my mind, which is a happy, lively, energizing place to be. My whole life has trained me to live in my mind.

Living In My Mind

Certainly, medical school claims to be about the body, but you don’t succeed in becoming a doctor by living in your body. You get through the agony of medical education by denying the body- overcoming the body, even- by living in your mind. Mind over matter, right? You ignore your body when it pleas for food in the midst of a 12-hour surgery.  When your body tells you it wants to sleep, you tell it to shut up- you have work to do.  When your body cries in pain as you’re leaning over a split open belly cavity to hold a retractor during surgery, you reprimand it for being so weak. The surgeon’s credo affirms this attitude- Eat when you can, sleep when you can, have sex when you can, and don’t fuck with the pancreas. But nowhere in there does it say, “Be in your body.” No. When you’re a doctor, bodies are a nuisance. Ah…the irony.  I certainly became a master at denying mine.

Learning To Inhabit My Body

So here I am, after nearly two decades of living in my mind, learning to reinhabit my body.  I’m starting slow.  Today, I rested in a warm mineral bath, noticing the tiny bubbles that collected on my skin and made me feel like I was swimming in champagne.  I felt the stretch in my muscles as I eased into various asanas during my yoga practice.  I felt my stomach gurgle after I ate a meal. I noticed the tension in my shoulders from spending the last few months leaned over a computer, writing a book.

Then I tried to inhabit my body in more advanced ways.  I tuned into the energy within me and felt the tingles in my fingers as I practiced the Reiki exercises Mojo Mentor Alice Langholt taught me.  I tried channeling my chi, starting from my perineum, moving my life force all the way up the back of my spine and all the way down the front of my body.  I slowed down- and I felt.

Feeling It All

This can be tough. When you inhabit your body, you’re more likely to feel everything- the full spectrum of pain. Muscles may ache. Emotional stuff may bubble forth.  When you start to live in your body, you feel it all more intensely. But you get to feel more joy too, more zest, more passion, more LIFE.  I’m just starting to get that.

Tricia is helping me with exercises to help ground me. She’s putting down grounding cords when she notices me flying around the astral planes. She gifted me with this beautiful retreat to Harbin. And she said that when I was dancing last night, I was in my body and it was a beautiful thing to behold. If only I can figure out how to stay here!

What about you Pinkies? Are you good at staying in your body or do you escape the confines of your earthly life by living in your head? Do you have any great tips to share with those of us who are just learning to do this? Fill us in and share your experiences.

Learning to live in my skin (and thanking Tricia for all her guidance),

Lissa