shadow

dark nights of the soul

At three o’clock in the afternoon, it’s pretty easy for me to be kind and compassionate with myself. I can feed my body green juice, sit in meditation and treat myself with loving kindness, bless my body with yoga or a hike, and receive a nurturing massage.

But sometimes, at three o’clock in the morning, I find it practically impossible. On those dark nights of the soul, the voices of my Gremlins become deafening. The voices usually start in dreams, when I’m vulnerable and my defenses are down. And then the voices get so loud they wake me up, and the battle ensues in real life.

You're not enough...

shadowy side giving

Why do we give?
Why do we hold back?
What does it mean to give freely?
When we give of ourselves, what are we giving?
Can you give too much? Too much...love?

war faith fear

From Lissa: I wrote this post yesterday, before a massive tsunami hit Japan this morning and made me wonder if the story of my internal war was too self-absorbed to post on the day a worldwide natural disaster strikes. I thought about taking it down. But then I realized it's perfect. We are always at war in some way- globally, internally. The secret lies in finding peace in the midst of war, for this is achievable, even when natural disasters, injustices, and war are unavoidable. May we pray for victims of the tsunami, but also for those of us who find ourselves at war with ourselves.

Something in me is trying to come out. I can feel it like this alien in my belly, a twisting and turning devil fetus with sharp claws. My life is not roses and violets right now. It’s dark nights of the soul mixed with moments of deep spiritual connection. It’s glorious triumphs and heart-wrenching disappointments. It’s heartfelt new friendships and tragic relationship losses.

It’s the best of times. It’s the worst of times.

Which is SOO not me. I’m the eternal optimist. I’m Pollyanna. I’m peaches and cream. I can find the good in every situation.

But something about this feels necessary. It feels like a power struggle between opposing forces within me. It feels like WAR.

I was in a workshop a while back where we were invited to feel- really feel- our despair. This did not sound like fun for me. I do a really good job of staying positive almost all of the time, even when I’m feeling shitty. I was raised to be a good little Pollyanna, always seeing the light in every person, the opportunity in every tragedy, the rainbow in every storm. It has served me well for many years, but at what cost?

Dearest Pinkies, please welcome back Pink metaphysician and astrologer Tara Sutphen. Tonight is the full PINK moon, and Tara is here with some insight as to its significance. Not surprisingly, the Pink moon is all about getting to our truth, being okay with who we are, and gently releasing that which doesn't serve. Of course! We'll let Tara tell you the rest. Take it away, sister!

Hiya, Pinkies. Lissa here. It's been a while since I've written a post. (How lovely to realize I don't HAVE to write for Owning Pink- because YOU will. Thank you all for helping me make Owning Pink OUR website and not just mine.) I guess I just haven't felt much like writing because I've been in kind of a weird space.

Welcome back Lakenda Wallace and Simone da Rosa (a.k.a GoodWitch/BadWitch), Owning Pink's Get Happy! Less Stress More Life Coaches. They're here to discuss - as only they can - a topic that seems up for a lot of us right now: Owning our Shadow. Enjoy!