Deepak Chopra offers that the soul speaks in three languages, laughter, crying and sighing. If this is true, what is my soul saying when it speaks? Let’s go there. My soul certainly spoke in all three languages today beginning early this morning with crying. I regularly begin each day by taking time to celebrate the [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Communication’
The Place
Posted in Communication, Family, Truth, tagged Communication, Truth on August 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Are you familiar with the place where risk outweighs reward? You know the one, the place where risk gets so high that you begin taking an inventory of your life. Where everything that means anything to you comes to the surface and is suddenly in perfect perspective. Do you know this place? Let’s go there. [...]
It’s Who She Is
Posted in Adoption, Communication, tagged Adoption, Communication on August 25, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Back to Belle… When Belle first came home with us there was a level of uncertainty among our extended family. My husband might disagree but I felt it. It was there. It was not overt but it existed. I knew they wanted to talk openly about Belle’s status but did not have the words to [...]
Consider the Other Side
Posted in Adoption, Birthmother, Open Adoption, tagged Adoption, Communication, meeting first mother, Open Adoption, Prayer on August 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Back to Belle… As a textbook ENFJ (See About Me) my one so-called super power is recognizing and empathizing with the feelings of others. In most situations, sans alcohol or drug influence, I am keenly aware of the emotional impact a situation is having on others in the room including myself. I was not prepared [...]
Words Not Donuts
Posted in Judgment, tagged Communication, Kids, Work on August 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Let me diverge… In addition to working for a company that expects its employees to show up for work on time, I am also a believer in the importance of routine and thus Belle and I arrive to preschool promptly every morning at 8:30. When we arrive at school we are greeted by two teachers [...]