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Spirit Is The Telephone Line To The World

Sometimes when you need something, you do not realize it is in front of your eyes. Sometimes we yearn for a new person in our life to enhance our life. Sometimes when you need something, you do not realize it is in front of your eyes. Sometimes we yearn for a new person in our life to enhance our well being. We may search far and wide and people nowadays do something they never did in my time. They go to dating services online and many do find a person they eventually marry. Some do not find happiness on these sites.
Plato said that time is the moving image of eternity. It has been said that eternity is no where and no when.

If there is no where and no when, then we certainly are in bad shape. We must believe that there is something out there for us to triumph over and then we can set a goal. A goal is a purpose and a target.
I have wondered in the past few years why the variety store is named Target and why it is so popular and succeeded where other stores of the same category failed and closed up. Perhaps it is in the name and alongside of economical prices and decent quality, it survived and seems to continue to prosper. It is not as if it is a store or stores with plenty of personnel to assist you. They often walk around doing nothing and unless you inquire of them about something, they ignore you. However, in this recession type of holiday economy we are enduring, they seem to have been advised to help the customers in a more pleasant manner.
So perhaps the name Target is a symbol of people coming into the facility and targeting their needs and accomplishing them easily and with low cost and fairly quality merchandise. The word Target means aim and goal. So goals are what we set when we begin to ballroom dance.
My aim in the beginning when I started lessons to dance was to do well but to win at least one trophy. I needed that one trophy to assuage my need of knowing that I was a good dancer. Dancing to me was a goal I needed to achieve. In the end or shall I say the beginning of satisfaction, I did win fifty-eight trophies and medals competing with several dance coaches. I had shelves built in my newly remodeled kitchen back then to display them. My son at age sixteen invited a friend over one day. He looked at the trophies and asked whose they were. I said they were mine. He looked at me and I could read his thoughts. This old lady won trophies dancing? I was only forty-seven years old then.
My mother had a cousin who was unmarried at about age forty. Her brother was a very wealthy business man and he made it his business to find her a soul mate. He introduced Rose to Ron and they hit it off and were married about six months later. The ceremony took place at the rich brother’s lovely home and Mom and Dad and I were invited. I was about twelve years old. It was a sweet rite and I was impressed that such an ‘old’ lady had gotten betrothed. They got up and did their first wedding dance and everyone was amazed that the bride and groom danced a lovely waltz and really looked quite masterful doing it. The perception of Ron and Rose was that they were two lost souls who had gotten together at the request of the wealthy brother Albert and everyone seeing them dance in such an artful way helped to change the homely perception of the two of them because they were unmarried and were forty something in age.

Actually, Rose was a registered nurse with a master’s degree and held a very elevated position at the hospital. She was in charge of many floors of nursing assistance and even had her own secretary and an office. Ron was a certified public accountant (CPA) and ran an office of fifty employees and he too was running a lucrative business. They just never met the right person or were too busy or whatever. When they met, it was a good match and they showed the world and the family that both of them were a very interesting couple. People at the wedding reception were more enamored of their ballroom dancing then of their scholastic and business accomplishments.
They thought of each of them as nerds or like the Yiddish word schleppers. Schleppers meaning people who just drag along in society and are not of much worth. So they were labeled that by their relatives and friends and no one ever saw anything too much of merit in knowing them. Albert, the brother knew his sister only needed to meet the right man and he saw the right man in Ron.A year later they had a beautiful litte daughter named Samantha and she grew up to be a ballerina dancing with an established ballet group.
Labeling people is a pastime in this country and it makes the insecure person feel more secure to attach a not so nice word to someone else and they in their own mind feel superior doing so. Robert Jacob Meyer who was my editor when I wrote seventeen years for the Amateur Dancer magazine saw in me the ability to write and to encourage ordinary people to go out and dance by reading my articles. He wrote me the other day an email that said “that Elita’s spirit is the telephone line to the world”. He did not state whether he meant the regular phone line or the cell phone line. He probably meant both and that my spirit in creating columns to psyche folks up to try dancing is one of longevity and eagerness. Bob Meyer was and is a competent writer himself and he wrote his own interesting column in the Amateur Dancers magazine for twenty-four years. I wrote for them seventeen years when Bob chose me to be the senior page editor. That was my good fortune. He was my mentor in the beginning and we had and still have a delightful friendship and though we have not seen each other in person since 2002, it still thrives via the emails and the internet.
I have been unable to ballroom dance for almost six months now due to the automobile accident we were in, but my intention to keep at this telling of my love for ballroom did not diminish. In fact, it increased due to the fact I could not dance because of injured shoulders and knees. My love for ballroom dance still was alive and many dreams I had while sleeping had me dancing and having fun and taking lessons. I always in the dreams was performing beautifully and never tired. The feet with the bunions from dancing were in perfect shape.
I was invited last year to write a column for a former teacher here in Baltimore for his website. I agreed but he gave me conditions that it only be an advice column on dancing and the health benefits. He did not want me to write of my own experiences or of others’ experiences or to compliment any one on their activities. I told him no. I write in the manner I write and I have been successful in doing so and I know that I have encouraged people to dance that would never have thought they could dance at an advanced age, a young age or possibly with a medical problem age. I showed his email to a dancing friend and he told me I did the right thing. He said this guy was not intelligent enough to realize that everyone needs encouragement and everyone wants stimulation to try a new project. The only medical advice that I am willing to dispense, not being a medical professional is that dancing is certainly a healthy way to exercise.
Epictetus, a Roman philosopher said “Keep company with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.” The best advice one can receive is to be with the populace who never puts you down and especially for no reason. The spirit telephone line, the accomplished and unknown couple like Ron and Rose, the encouraging friends and teachers and the word target are all important. Our goal and our target
should be in our constant well-being, our health, our happiness and our contentment with our life. Keep your journey of life, Do not let your joy be behind you, let your joy always be in the front of your life.
Bob Meyer appreciated my talent and therefore, I encourage others to go out and dance, be uplifted, be full of spirit, be a line of talented people who love to dance. We show the world that the time we have here can be blessed with this lifestyle of exhibiting to them, that people like Albert who saw something special in Rose and then Ron, the Bob Meyers of this world who visualized greatness in me and Elita who now envisions dance talent in men and women she does not know yet exist to help others to be positive, powerful and productive.
Epictetus was surely a keen guy because he said keep company only with people who uplift you, I say keep company with people who elevate your mind and soul to reach and hold onto the glories of ballroom dancing and how you will feel once you have expertise in this glorious pastime. It is a delightful journey that will keep you on your ‘feet’ and you will be awakened to do your best. Never allow any one to lower your expectations of any thing you do in life whether it be in your job, your hobby, your dancing, your love life or your daily living. Keep company with individuals who perceive you as able, kind and talented and you do the same for them. You will both reap the rewards of being happy. You will be a telephone line to eternity Elita Sohmer Clayman

December 2008 8th Article for Fred Astaire Dance Studios

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Circle Of Love

I love the word inspiration. It is a very inspiring word. I wrote an article called Bank Of Your Mind and it was published.
In it, I mentioned that I had just viewed on television a few of the old The Waltons shows from way back in 1972-81. I wrote how sweet and happy a show it was all about a family of seven children and their parents and grandparents who all lived together on an old farm and the devotion between the three generations of people.

Somehow a man named Greg Bentley in South Carolina who is a Social Media Manager of a television station called INSP an inspirational network found it and read my article online. It features family entertainment programming and they spotlight shows such as Matlock, The Waltons, Little House On The Prairie, Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman, Old Henry and The Big Valley. All of these shows are family oriented shows of former years.

They are still relevant especially now days when most television is centered on cop stories, murders and way out comedies. These old shows featured honesty, family situations, love of family and not much money in the home. They celebrated caring and loving family members who sometimes may have gotten into some community problems. Rarely was there murder or mayhem.

Mr. Bentley wrote a complimentary note comment at the end of my story Bank Of Your Mind and I got in touch with him by phone to thank him. He returned my call and we spoke for over half an hour and I promised him I would write a new story all about his fabulous network.

The first few hours of the television day for INSP is used for some ministry shows and then from eleven a.m. until the late hours, there are many of the above listed shows. They are reruns of the highest order. I watch it often. It is a treat to relive the fine moments when these original shows were produced which was in the sixties, seventies and probably the eighties.
The Waltons are featured a lot and Mr. Bentley met a few years ago the real Mom and Dad on the Waltons show. Michael Learned was Liv Walton and Ralph Waite was John Walton. The kids were John-Boy, Mary Ellen, Jason, Ben, Erin, Jim-Bob, and Elizabeth. The storyline was always about family continuance and though the kids had some everyday problems, they were quite minor compared to these times. Many of the stories relied on the closeness of the family and when Grandma Walton, Esther, in real life Ellen Corby had a stroke, they wrote it in some of the stories. So it was the first time a real stroke victim played a story stroke victim. It was bittersweet and factual and the love the kids all showed Grandma was eloquent and beautiful.

Mr. Bentley told me that he went to a family reunion show in Schuyler, Virginia where the writer of the show that was based on his own life was there. His name is Earl Hamner.
The motto of the station is
1. Honoring Traditional American Values
2. Celebrating The American Spirit
3. Positive Entertainment
4. Inspiring Stories
5. Quality Dramas
There was a reunion special and I watched it too. All of the children are now adults and they talked about different episodes from the past. It seemed John-Boy did not make the return. His name is Richard Thomas and many times he narrated the story. Ralph Waite the father starred in another show called Old Henry and I watched an episode of that too. It was very sweet and though it did not last long, it was delightful.
Michael Learned a few years ago substituted on Young and Restless for a key actress who was out for about two months named Jeanne Cooper, It was hard to get used to her playing a different character than Liv Walton, but after a week of her doing this, we kind of were able to let her be in the part even though she was a lot different than the original actress. Ralph Waite passed away in 2014 at age 85.
They were much imbedded in our minds and hearts of the devoted characters in The Waltons. They won several Emmys for the show. One particular one was in 1973 and it was for the outstanding drama series. The show was created from the book called Spencer’s Mountain about a place in rural Virginia where Earl Hamner grew up. I believe the beginnings of most of the shows were started out with Earl’s voice narrating the opening theme.

My father came to this country when he was seven along with his mother and father and his four siblings. They came here legally and they all became citizens. His father, my grandfather settled in Savage, Maryland and he ran the cotton mill and they lived right there. They were poor, but proud people, and like The Waltons, the father and mother worked hard and the children were Joseph, my dad, Louis the youngest brother and three sisters, Annie, Jenny and Sarah. My dad was seven and this was about in 1899.

I researched where he lived at the mill and I got in contact with a townsman and citizen of Savage, Maryland which is about 25 miles from D.C. This fine man Mr. James Dewey Williamson contacted me and he tried to find a picture of my grandfather there and when he did, we were not sure which man was him since the picture had many men in it. I had never seen a picture of my grandfather. The town of Savage where this old mill is, now a traveler’s place to stop and see the old buildings, the mill and the way the town was then. I hear it is lovely, parts restored and Jim and I are email pals writing about our lives now and then, our children and our grandchildren. He is a nice man and he has lived there his whole seventy some years.

I conjure up in my mind that it probably is a bit similar to the place where the Waltons lived so many years ago during the Great Depression and World War Two.
There is a saying that home is where the heart is.
INSP is a wonderful new station on my remote control. Right now as I write this on Saturday night they are showing The Big Valley with the famous actress Barbara Stanwyck. The only semi violence is someone being threatened that he owes 22 dollars for a week stay in the hotel; he doesn’t have the money so he takes on driving the horse drawn several horses for Barbara and a few shots by the good and evil guys. Even at this theme, it is far away from the violent stories on cable each night. I enjoyed the old scenery, the non-sexy clothing, the dialogue and the sincerity of the theme.

So I am happy I found INSP and its old shows; they give insight to our young people on what life was like way back then.
There is an old saying that says: “Don’t let your limitations overshadow your talents.”

INSP is on the road to fantastic old stories being reinvented and for all the youngsters to get a taste of the shows watched in the old days of 1960’s up to now. They can glean the atmosphere of these olden days and the proudness of the people and the love they had for each other.

Greg found my article on The Waltons from something called Vocus that is used by stations to know what is going on elsewhere. His staff typed in Waltons and they found me and my story. It is a small world and a great world we live in and we are closer in knowing others through the Internet.
Home is where the heart is and the heart is feeling quite exhilarated in today’s life.

Life is a circle of Love. Elita Sohmer Clayman

Tiziana C Dearing
At the intersection of K Street and Pope Francis
News, Spirituality
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I was standing at the intersection of K and 14th Streets in Washington, DC early this morning, noticing how quiet the roads were with so many shut down for Pope Francis’ visit. On every light

A flyer for a climate change rally at the National Mall in Washington, DC.

A flyer for a climate change rally at the National Mall in Washington, DC.

post were flyers inviting people to a climate change rally tomorrow morning on the National Mall.

As many know, K Street is famous as the center of lobbying in Washington, riddled with offices of the powerful and influential. It’s not too far from the White House, and one of the roads that serve as a corridor between special interests, the White House and the Capitol building. As I took it all in, two thoughts struck me.

First, I recently read several chapters from Larry Bartels’ Unequal Democracy. In it, Bartels makes a disturbingly strong, data-driven case that lawmakers are unresponsive to the interests of low-income Americans, even when controlling for pretty much everything – voting patterns, political action, campaign contributions, etc. Instead, lawmakers and elected officials consistently make choices that align with the interests and preferences of high-income Americans, again controlling for all kinds of factors. K Street symbolizes the line of communication between the powerful and the elected.

Second, Pope Francis isn’t about that. He clearly, consistently and tirelessly represents the voice and the interests of the poor and marginalized. He is unelected, and consistently responsive to their wants and needs. His recent encyclical, Laudato Si, not only calls on the global community to protect the climate as a “common good, belonging to all and meant for all,” but also to pursue a “civilization of love” that puts the poor and marginalized at the heart of our economy and our personal actions.

That, today, traffic to K Street is reduced because of the presence of someone who represents interests that don’t effectively penetrate there, and yet, every 20 feet one finds an invitation to rally in behalf of the climate and how it impacts the poor, is truly symbolic of Pope Francis and his message.

elita clayman
A Saying Jewel
Mother taught me “if you cannot say something good, say nothing at all.” We went to an eighty-fifth birthday party of a friend’s husband. My friend and I had not seen each other for thirty-two years on May 20th, 1978. Somehow, we lost track of each other, actually we only live about ten minutes away. Our paths never crossed via the supermarket, the hair salon or just anywhere.She went on Face book and saw my page and one day she left me a message. I never look at the message line and about four weeks later for some unknown reason I did .  I was thrilled beyond words and I am pretty eloquent most of the time with words since words are my life. So I answered her and we have been emailing for about five months now. She invited us to this birthday party and I looked forward to it for almost five weeks.

When we got there, it was thrilling to see her once again. The food was good and the people at our table quite friendly. None of us knew each other, but we were all friends of the birthday person and his wife. The wife got up and spoke about her husband of fifty-five years and told of his young life and the hardships that he endured growing up in the Nazi horrific times then. He and his siblings and parents were lucky to leave Germany and lived in England for quite a while and then having a relative living here in Baltimore who sponsored the family, they were fortunate enough to come and start new lives here.

She also mentioned her new found relationship with her new and again friend-me and she told the audience of about twenty-five, that I am a ballroom dancer, write articles on the websites and blogs and that I had in my time accumulated fifty-eight trophies, medals and certificates for my competition dancing with my professional teachers. That was nice of her to expound on my accomplishments because she was so happy to see me after such a long time.

After her endearing tribute to her husband and in a way to me her long found friend of thirty-two years ago, I left the room to make a visit to the restroom area. When I returned, one of her guests made this comment to me “I guess you do not dance any more since I saw the way you walk.” Wow, what an obnoxious comment.
This woman did not heed my mom’s advice, she just said what she thought and it proved her to be a person who says stupid things and does not think before she opens her big mouth. Instead of saying nothing, she proceeded to tell me that I walked way off and I guess you do not dance now. I did not need her comments though it is given me thoughts on this article. I know I am walking a bit out of the normal way; I did not need her discouragement at this time. I walk slowly, but I do persevere and I do get where I am going.

I met a young girl via calling a company on the phone. I always ask their names for later reference if I need to prove I called about the problem. Her name was  Amraris and she said it meant God given. A wonderful name and I am sure she lives up to it. We do not have to live up to the meaning of our names most of the time, but if we have a name that signifies a delightful event or  happening or thing; then it would be nice to live up to it and show others we are special people. My name happens to mean ‘little star, shining star.’

I have tried to be somewhat like what it means. When I was in high school, I was a fashion model at a prominent department store. I modeled clothing for young misses on Saturday mornings and then went to work behind the blouse counter. Every Thursday, I went downtown on the bus and I  got fitted for the modeling show. Then on my own at age 16.5, I got together at another department store a whole fashion show and I was in effect the producer of it. I gathered the models, other teens and a few older women, helped pick out the clothing and we made sure everything went  correctly at the final happening. For this I got about ten dollars and that was in 1951 or so. When I look back, that was quite an accomplishment for a sixteen year old.

When I was eighteen, I landed a job in a printing office and I rose from a secretary-bookkeeping person to become assistant to the CEO of the company and I worked there eight years. During my eight years, my final salary was ten thousand a year which was lots of money for a twenty something young lady in 1959-60.

After marriage and taking up ballroom dancing, I went out at age forty-four and competed with my professional teacher and for the next ten years or so I earned fifty-eight trophies and medals for my competing days. Also at age thirty-three and a half, I went back to get a college degree and though it took me five years, I graduated with honors at age almost forty.

So, I do not need a new acquaintance sitting at a dinner party to tell me that I walk badly. She does not know if God forbid, I have a bad disease that causes this and her whole attitude about it was poorly shown. So when mom said if you cannot say something nice, say nothing at all, she was referring to people like this  person. It seems her accomplishments were probably minimal and when she heard my new found friend bragging about my dancing, something stirred in her to say that to a relative stranger.

Better to be complimenting someone on an accomplishment whether you care about it or not, than to be putting them down especially for a medical problem. I fell on July 2nd walking off a curb and all my doctors are predicting that after I get physical therapy for a few months, to go back and ballroom dance and believe me, I will. I will and I can and as my first professor Dr. John Levay said to me on that first essay test way back in  1968 after having been out of high school for seventeen years and attempting to go to college as a wife, mother and daughter to my widowed mom  “ Mrs. Clayman, you can and you will do better.” Wow, he even gave me a B on that first test. I still have it and framed it and have it hanging next to my fifty-eight trophies and medals.

So always remember, say nothing at all to someone, unless you can give admiration, encouragement and pride whether it be ballroom dancing applause, praise for anything else or even telling someone they really look attractive in their outfit. You will feel as good as they do upon hearing your remarks and believe me you will be like Amraris, you will be God given. It costs nothing of monetary currency and your rewards will be making someone you know or may have just met, to feel really important and special.

Compliments are pats on the back and you will feel the pat yourself for showing kindness, compassion, sincerity and pleasantness.

Our children and if we have grandchildren are our jewels and we can give someone  what I call a ‘saying jewel.’ A saying jewel will uplift someone and make their day happier and sweeter. See if at least once every few days, you can give someone a saying jewel. Your life will sparkle from doing that, because saying something nice is a jewel moment. elita sohmer clayman

Meg Brown
Is Your Love Bucket Almost Empty?
Healthy Living, Spirituality
Fill the bucket

Conscious living means taking better care of ourselves, so we can take better care of our families, our communities and the world. 

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I remember the days when I counted myself lucky to have an unplanned hour to myself.

It would feel rather strange.

If both of my sons were out at the same time, if the laundry and my writing were done for the day…

What to do with myself?

Honestly, it would take me more than a couple moments to think of something to do, all by my lonesome. I might take a long walk, listen to some music, soak in the tub. I would call my mother or one of my sisters for a chat.

It was lovely, but it felt vaguely wrong. I would nervously check my To-Do list, certain that I was missing something important. Surely my children, or my family, or the school, or someone was waiting with bated breath for me to deliver… something.

Like many of us, I had been programmed to stay busy. To be productive. To live my life for others.

To sacrifice.

Wow. That sounds just a little bit crazy.

Now that we’re older, my friends and I tell each other a different story: That life is a journey. There are peaks and valleys. Activity and rest. We time and me time.

Yes, we cherish our relationships with family and loved ones. Yes, we want to make a positive difference in the world. Yes, we want to give all that we have to our children.

But we cannot possibly hope to take care of the needs of our children — or our planet — if we are a walking mass of unmet needs ourselves.

We cannot fill our child’s love bucket if our own is empty.

The more I pay attention, the more I understand that most negative behaviors – the things that people do that really push our buttons – are actually an expression of unmet needs for connection.

Are you connected to your child? (Or spouse, or siblings, or parents?) Is your child connected to you??

The challenge many adults face today is a lack of psychic energy to forge these all-important connections. I’m not talking about teleportation here. By “psychic energy,” I mean the emotional and physical capacity – and the time – to reach out and connect with others in mind, body and spirit.

Why is this so hard for us? Surely, we love our children as much as is humanly possible. Why can’t we connect?

Because our own needs are not being met.

Because we drag our tired, cranky bodies out of bed in the morning, to drag our tired, cranky children to school. We spend a stress-filled day at the office and come home to a stress-filled family.

We come home to children who need to be driven from one place to another all over town. We come home to battles over homework, food choices, boyfriend choices and money. Then we all fall in bed exhausted and unconscious.

Or, we toss and turn through a sleepless night, worrying about the next stressful day to come.

Our love buckets are running on empty and there is no one in sight to fill them.

As a single parent, it is perhaps just a little bit easier to accept reality: Adults need to learn to fill their own love buckets.

Being a grown-up means knowing how to take care of yourself. It doesn’t mean waiting for things to get better, or back to the way they used to be. It doesn’t mean blaming our stresses on our spouses, our employer, the government or the weather.

Oh yeah. I forgot.

That doesn’t mean we can’t ask for help. More and more, I am practicing this. I am learning to ask for help from my friends, family and neighbors. And regularly, from God.

We can also share our ideas with other over-burdened, slightly crazy parents like us. On that note, here are three secret ways to fill your own love bucket:


  1. Create Space for Self-Care.  

I will just come out and say it: We need to do less.

This is a hard reality that many of us do not want to accept. We are proud of our ability to multi-task. We are waiting for our medals for soldiering on, regardless of the absolute exhaustion and chronic illness attacking our bodies. We have no other choice!

Or do we?

If I gave you a 100% guarantee that your current pace and schedule would lead to heart disease, cancer and/or total alienation from your spouse or child, would you figure out a way to do less?

Back in my corporate days, I used to say things like, “This job is sucking the life out of me.”   

The only problem? It really was. I eventually took the rather drastic step of leaving my job and career behind, to be at home full-time with my children. And I haven’t regretted it for a moment.

Talk about creating space.

Take a look at your current schedule. Make a list of your typical weekly activities. What can you reduce or eliminate? Where are you “volunteering” to do more than is required or even requested?

Doing less doesn’t make you less. It just makes you kind of smart, maybe a little happier and hopefully a lot healthier.


  1. Find What Makes You Happy and Make a Habit of Doing It

What are your passions? What do you love to do? What feeds your creativity, calms your nerves and nourishes your spirit?

Use the space you are creating in your life to do this regularly.

My friend Ruth is a great example for us. She teaches seventh grade in San Bernardino County, CA. I’m not sure if there is a more stressful way to spend your day, short of the armed services.

And yet, she is a strong, vibrant, healthy and enthusiastic person most days of the week.

What is her secret?

Well, she loves horses. She breeds them, raises them, shows them, loves them.

She gets up at 4am to feed them, rides them when she gets home from work, and feeds them again before she goes to bed. She calls them her therapy.

She also doesn’t try to do too much else, aside from being a loving mother, loyal wife and very good friend(!)

She lives a simple life, in a small house with a small garden.

She has learned how to make herself happy and she has organized her life around what she has learned.

I want to be just like her, when I grow up someday.

Well, except for the getting up at 4am part. And shoveling all that manure.


  1. Learn to Live in the Moment  

Here’s the thing: Every moment can be joyful. Every moment can be an exercise in self-care. Every moment is an opportunity to find joy, comfort, emotional sustenance and gratitude.

Every moment is absolutely perfect, just the way it is.

It’s all a matter of perspective.

Doing the laundry can be a meditation on gratitude, as I described in Deepak Chopra and My Washing Machine. The mundane, everyday details of life can be well, mundane, but they are what life is all about.

Practice being present in each and every moment of your day. Remind yourself to look around, see what is wonderful and be grateful for it.

Borrow my favorite affirmation, “I am exactly where I am supposed to be right now, doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing.”

Acknowledge that this moment is the only thing you can truly influence. How do you want to use it? Do you want to worry, or take action?

What could you do right this second, to make yourself feel good?


If you are really struggling right now, here are some hints: Focus on your physical body. Check in from head to toe. How are you feeling?

Now, look around you. Notice the details of your surroundings. In this moment, are you safe?

Smile. Hug yourself. Laugh out loud. Phone a friend.

Know that every second you spend taking better care of yourself is another drop in your love bucket. Watch it fill up, and share it with the world.



Meg Brown is a Certified Professional Coach, former corporate executive and mother to two teenaged sons. Meg specializes in coaching passionate individuals who seek to make the most of their midlife journey at Your first session is FREE!