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    <subtitle>Show Up. Be Real. Play Big.  Learning to love yourself first so that happily ever after can follow.</subtitle>
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        <title>End of the Year A to Z for L.D.E.  </title>
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        <summary>"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives." ~ Annie Dillard ~ Today marks the end of 2009 and the end of this blog. I have to admit I'm a bit baffled that 365 days...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef0120a74c0256970b-pi" style="DISPLAY: inline" /><a href="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef0120a74c03d1970b-pi"><img alt="Bday 135" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341ccf0553ef0120a74c03d1970b " src="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef0120a74c03d1970b-pi" style="WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" title="Bday 135" /></a> <strong> <em>"How we spend our days is, of course,<br /> how we spend our lives."</em></strong><br /><em>~ Annie Dillard ~  <br /></em>
<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><strong>Today marks the end of 2009 and the end of this blog. </strong>I have to admit I'm a bit baffled that 365 days have passed by already. It seems like just yesterday I was coming to grips (note head-grabbing photograph above from my birthday party last year) with the fact that I was forty.  I'm totally fine with being the number 41 now.  It's the ever-quickening pace of time I'm not-so fine with.</div>
<p><strong>I thought today would be a good day to take a look at the past year of my life in a fun A-Z way with pictures included.</strong>  I thought twenty-six short stories would be a good way to bring this particular blog to a close. I will be returning to blogging <a href="http://www.thegirlwholookedintothemirror.com" target="_blank">here</a> quite frequently as well <a href="http://www.tsunamimovesyou.com" target="_blank">here</a> from time to time and a new blog is in development on my soon-to-be unveiled <a href="http://www.theplayfulspirit.com" target="_blank">website</a>.  It's been many months since I've last written a post on The Ultimate Yes so to those of you who have subscribed and might still be reading this thing...thank you.  I hope to continue our correspondence and connections elsewhere on the web. </p>
<p>The last day of 2009...wow!  Here are some of the people, places and experiences that have made my life this past year what it was.  </p>
<p><a href="http://appliedimprov.ning.com/page/portland-09" target="_blank"><strong>Applied Improvisational Network Conference</strong></a><strong> ~ </strong>For four days in November, I learned from and played with 100+ people from various places around the planet.  The conference reaffirmed for me how important play, creativity and authentic expression is in the world. This is a new tribe of folks I'm excited to be a part of.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.beachdance.com" target="_blank"><strong>BeachDance</strong></a> ~ This past summer was the second season I held ecstatic dance events in Cannon Beach.  In addition to having twenty-two public dances, I was hired to facilitate three private group events.  Beach Dance is growing and getting more press.  It has been and continues to be an extraordinary and exciting adventure. I can hardly wait for Season Three! </p>
<p><a href="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef0128764f5c30970c-pi" /><a href="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef0128764f5e7a970c-pi"><img alt="DSC_1343" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341ccf0553ef0128764f5e7a970c " src="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef0128764f5e7a970c-400wi" style="WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" title="DSC_1343" /></a> </p>
<p><a href="http://www.chrisguillebeau.com" target="_blank"><strong>Chris Guillebeau</strong> </a>~ A thirty-year old traveling and writing wonder.  His blog is one of only a handful I read on a regular basis and it is superb!   I've learned a lot from this guy and he's inspired me many a time. </p>
<p><strong>Decluttering ~</strong> Life is not about stuff and I've realized lately that I have too much of it.  Downsizing, simplifying and choosing to live with less has been refreshing and incredibly freeing.</p>
<p><strong>Escape to Maui</strong> ~ My husband, James and I went to Maui for eight days in mid-October to sit on a sandy beach, swim in warm waters and relax in the sun.  We're quite skilled when it comes to island living. </p>
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<p><strong>Facing Reality</strong> ~ James' mom and dad passed away this year just six months apart from one another.  They both lived long lives, but that doesn't make their deaths any easier to bear.  The truth is...life is full of painful events and it's incredibly short.  Getting older makes you incredibly aware of these things.  Living life fully each and every day is so important.  Take nothing for granted. </p>
<p><strong>Garden of Morrell</strong> ~ When James' dad died in May, I created a flower garden In honor of him.  Morrell was his middle name.  I'm still thinking about what I'd like to create to honor his mum. </p>
<p><strong>Happily Married for Three Years</strong> ~ Like Jack Johnson's song says,<em> "It's always better when we're together."</em> I couldn't agree more. </p>
<p><a href="http://www.interplay.org" target="_blank">Interplay</a> ~ I've known of this organization for a couple of years and have felt a deep connection with them because of their passion for playing and storytelling. I suspected one of the founders, Cynthia Winton Henry and I were kindred spirits, but when I met her at the AIN conference (see A's link for info) it felt like she was family. I LOVE meeting people who are as silly as I am.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.jonathanfields.com" target="_blank">Jonathan Fields</a> ~ Brilliant blogger.  Beautiful man.  Better human being. </p>
<p><strong>Kicked Ass</strong> ~ After training for three months, I ran the <a href="http://www.flyingpigmarathon.com" target="_blank">Flying Pig Half Marathon</a> in May in 1:47:55.  Not great by any Olympic standards, but I was happy with it.  I also met the wonderful and witty <a href="http://www.37days.typepad.com" target="_blank">Patti Digh</a> who inspired me to do the damn thing in the first place. She was just as genuine and lovely in person as she is on her blog.  </p>
<p><a href="http://www.thegirlwholookedintothemirror.com" target="_blank">Lying, Lust &amp; Love</a> ~ I thought I was going to write my book in 2009.  Instead I completely ignored it.  That's not going to happen this year.  My book will be written in 2010. No shit. </p>
<p><strong>Mom &amp; Me</strong> ~ We took a vacation to Smith River, California in August and spent four days being with each other.  We hung out at the river, danced on the beach, ate way too much food and enjoyed our time away together. </p>
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<p><strong>Nathan, My Nephew ~</strong>  I didn't see this sweet kid (or his brother, Bryson) as much as I wanted to this past year.  Nathan just turned one years old three weeks ago. They grow up so darn fast!   I think Nathan looks a lot like his mommy did when she was just a baby.  I love being an auntie and I will make the long drive to my sister's more often this coming year. </p>
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<p><strong><a href="http://www.oasc.org" target="_blank">O.A.S.C.</a> ~ </strong>This past summer marked nine years of being a counselor at the same Leadership Camp I attended when I was in high school.  The third week of July has been a time I've looked forward to for almost a decade now. </p>
<p><strong>Playful Spirit ~</strong> I am in the midst of developing a new website for my business.  It was time for a change. <a href="http://www.theplayfulspirit.com" target="_blank">The Playful Spirit</a> will go live sometime during the first week of the new year.   </p>
<p><strong>Quitting </strong>~ After working at the <a href="http://www.cannonbeachspa.com" target="_blank">Cannon Beach Spa</a> on and off for the past eight years, I decided it was time to let it go for good.  November 7 was a sweet day.   </p>
<p><strong>Retreats ~</strong> It's been two years since I've held one here at the coast and I've missed them.  I'm considering creating a four-day event to be held in the fall of 2010.  I have a feeling it's going to be different than anything I've done before.  I have a feeling it isn't something I'll facilitate alone.  Those two things alone get me excited about the possibility. </p>
<p><a href="http://www.soulbiographie.scom" target="_blank">Soulbiographies </a>~ Nic Askew is the lovely lad from London (who now lives in Minneapolis) who made a film a little over three years ago starring yours truly.  His work continues to amaze and inspire me along with hundreds of others scattered about the world. My book will be dedicated to him.  </p>
<p><strong>Tsunami Studio</strong> ~ Having my own dance studio was an adventure I'll never forget. In a year's time, my business partner and I created a beautiful space and a small community of people who loved to dance.  While we weren't successful enough to afford another year of it, I'm incrediblly grateful to my husband for making it financially possible to have made a dream come true for us.  The studio closed its doors at the end of September and we're still dancing. </p>
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<p><strong>Unique Friends</strong> ~ I remember my mother saying to me at my wedding how different all my friends were. It's true, I have a very eclectic group of folks I am proud to be pals with.  I may not see all these women as often as I'd like to, but they make up the core circle of my closest comrades. I love each of them dearly for their unique qualities and for the lovely friendship we share.  Thank you, Wendy, Tayna, Shannon, Nicole, Layne, Karen, Joan, Elia, Earlene, Dawn, Carol and Amy for the moments we had together this year.  </p>
<p><strong>Vegetarianism</strong> ~ It's been almost two years now since my husband and I made some big changes to our eating habits. The choice to no longer consume any animals was made primarily from a personal and moral perspective, but also from an environmental one.  I'll admit I occasionally have a piece of fish when I go out to dinner, but honestly, I don't miss a darn thing.   </p>
<p><strong>Work-outs ~</strong> For the past three months, I've been seeing another man named James who makes me sweat.  HeeHee.  He's my personal trainer and he's been helping me get more fit.  I want to be firm in my forties, not flabby. I know if I keep working out with James (and if I cut out the sugar) I'll continue to feel and look much better. </p>
<p><strong>X as in ex-boyfriends ~ </strong>I had the opportunity earlier this year to spend an afternoon with one of my exes.  He was moving across the country and we got together to say our hellos and goodbyes.  I didn't know how much I wanted a few more precious moments with him until I was having them with him.  </p>
<p><strong>Yes! ~</strong> Life is wonderful.  I am blessed to experience it in all the ways I do.  Whether I'm here on this planet for fifty more years or just five minutes, it's a good life I live and I am grateful for all of it.  </p>
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<p><strong>(New) Zealand ~</strong>  I'll be there in three weeks time and my parents will be coming with me.  It will be good to show them the country I've fallen in love with...the country where my husband is from...the country I'll call home someday.  </p></p></div>
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        <title>Why am I running?</title>
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        <summary>There are now just nineteen days to go before these legs take me on a 13.1 mile journey through the streets of Cinncinnati, Ohio. I've been training for a half-marathon for the past two and half months and even though...</summary>
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<p><strong>There are now just nineteen days to go before these legs take me on a </strong><a href="http://www.flyingpigmarathon.com" target="_blank"><strong>13.1 mile journey</strong></a><strong> through the streets of Cinncinnati, Ohio. </strong> I've been training for a half-marathon for the past two and half months and even though I'm a bit nervous about the upcoming event, I'm looking forward to race day.  My personal goal is to run the course in two hours or less which I think is doable, but it'll depend on how I feel that day. I've read about the serious hills I'll encounter around Mile 5 which will more than likely impact my usual eight minute-mile pace, but perhaps I'll make up the time on a few of those lovely downhill slopes.  </p>
<p><strong>During some of my long training runs, I've often asked myself, <em>"Why are you running this race?"</em> </strong> Even with my favorite tunes playing through my iPod into my ears, I can hear the voice inside my head loud and clear.  When you run long enough and travel a distance on foot that any rationally-minded person would just get in a car and drive to, the kind of conversations you have with yourself as you're huffing and puffing along become rather interesting.  There have been plenty of times during those long runs when I've seriously considered my own sanity.  Fortunately, there have been more times when I've experienced what is known as <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/27/health/nutrition/27best.html" target="_blank">runner's high</a> and over the last few weeks as my training runs have gotten longer (I ran ten and a half miles this past Friday), I've realized how much I enjoy that endorphin-producing, zen-like state of body and mind. </p>
<p>I'm not running just so I can get high (although I'll admit this is something I look forward to when it occurs around Mile 6 or so). I'm running because it inspires me and makes me feel good about myself.  I'm running because I want to challenge myself physically. <strong>I'm running because it reminds me I'm capable of doing whatever it is I set my mind to doing. </strong>I'm running because come May 3, I will be amongst thousands of people who, like me, made the choice to run because it matters to them. </p>
<p><strong>What if all the choices we made in our lives were made from that place of possibility and positive outlook?</strong>  What if, despite our fears, doubts and worries, (or using a running metaphor - the blistered feet, chafed body parts and sore muscles) we all lived our lives (ran a race) as though everything about it was good?   What if even during times of hardship and grief and when we're not feeling particularly brilliant (like Mile 10), <strong>we still make the choices we do because they make us feel MORE alive</strong> than were we not to make them?  Yeah.  That's why I'm running. </p>
<p>It's time to put on the running gear, apply a few band-aids to that blister, lace up those new shoes, and go live the day.  Whatever choices you're making today, I hope you'll do the same.  </p></div>
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        <title>April Travel Adventures ~ Sweet Retreats</title>
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        <summary>"I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." ~ Robert Frost If...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p> <a href="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef01156fa8edd3970b-pi" style="DISPLAY: inline"><img alt="The sweet driveway leading up to the Kripalu retreat center." class="at-xid-6a00d8341ccf0553ef01156fa8edd3970b " src="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef01156fa8edd3970b-320wi" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 3px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 3px solid" title="The sweet driveway leading up to the Kripalu retreat center." /></a>  </p>
<p><strong><em>"I shall be telling this with a sigh<br />Somewhere ages and ages hence:<br />Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- <br />I took the one less traveled by,<br />And that has made all the difference."</em></strong> <br />~ Robert Frost</p>
<p>If I didn't already have two adventures of my own to attend to this coming month (running <a href="http://www.tsunamimovesyou.com/" target="_blank">a dance studio</a> and running in preparation for <a href="http://www.flyingpigmarathon.com/" target="_blank">a half-marathon</a> that's <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535365531_376" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535365531_473" />now just 32 days away!) I<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535387031_205" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535387031_819" />'d be traveling to at<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535413312_833" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535413312_637" /> least one of<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535403375_716" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535403375_203" /> <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535393703_515" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535393703_907" />these incred<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535415671_115" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535415671_639" />ible retreat<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535402156_929" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238535402156_504" />s I'm going to tell you about.  While two of these amazing adventures are for women only (sorry guys), I can personally guarantee that all three will be life-changing events.  I know this because I know the three women who are leading these retreats and not only are they fabulous facilitators, but they are beautiful human beings.</p>
<p><strong>Let's start with </strong><a href="http://www.jenniferlouden.com/about-2/" target="_blank"><strong>Jennifer Louden</strong></a><strong> first since I've<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536846390_606" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536846390_372" /> attended not one, not t<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536886359_110" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536886359_371" />wo, but THREE of her ret<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536890250_215" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536890250_365" />reats.</strong> <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537404578_67" />(Yes, I lo<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536915531_753" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536915531_352" />ve th<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536897078_651" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536897078_470" />is<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536912250_916" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536912250_303" /> woman!)  S<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536959718_204" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536959718_237" />he is, without a doubt, <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536964671_905" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536964671_313" />one of the most heart-centered and <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536985750_324" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536985750_788" />authentic women I've ever <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536995203_826" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238536995203_796" />met.  Jen's nurturing presence i<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537082562_705" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537082578_645" />s coupled with a <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537061093_988" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537061093_613" />delightful sense of silly an<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537101500_748" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537101515_687" />d i<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537216875_73" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537216875_259" />t's the comb<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537227437_609" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537227437_199" />ination of t<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537281625_576" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537281640_595" />hese tw<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537237140_618" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537237140_641" />o qua<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537143156_854" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537143156_912" />lities tha<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537146906_540" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537146906_635" />t make retreats with her emp<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537345656_593" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537345656_443" />owering, enl<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537386671_536" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537386671_107" />ighteni<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537360437_887" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537360437_596" />ng, and highly ent<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537389828_413" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537389828_449" />ertaining.  </p>
<p><strong>She is leading </strong><a href="http://www.comfortqueen.com/come-retreat-with-me-at-kripalu-april-10-12th-or-12th-17th" target="_blank"><strong>two retreats</strong></a><strong>, April 10-1<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537624703_799" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537624703_483" />2 and April 12-17, at the world-famous <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537716718_447" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537716718_887" /></strong><a href="http://krpbeta.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Kripalu Center,</strong></a><strong> in <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537757578_318" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537757593_714" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537753218_236" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537753218_883" />Lennox, Massachuse<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537750796_672" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537750812_769" />t<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537760734_703" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537760734_606" />ts.</strong> <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238540319750_145" /> I had the opportunity <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537765046_965" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537765046_439" />to spend a week <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537771703_497" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537771703_557" />there with Jen last July <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538034656_102" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538034671_456" />an<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537776328_737" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537776343_440" />d it was the<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538078000_644" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538078000_852" /> kind<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538026031_572" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538026031_988" /> o<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537834234_762" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537834250_19" />f sweet e<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537848265_914" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537848265_347" />xperi<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537817625_497" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537817625_856" />ence that l<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537852968_824" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537852968_720" />asts lo<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537839875_878" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537839875_856" />ng <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537847031_476" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537847031_283" />after you leave <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538051953_250" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538051953_772" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537856843_497" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537856843_636" />the retreat. If you <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537945859_168" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537945859_845" />want and/or need some crea<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537952453_411" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537952453_261" />tive and comf<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537974562_670" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537974562_165" />orting t<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537970703_816" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537970703_401" />ime<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538089812_721" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538089812_301" /> away for a wee w<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537985515_324" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537985515_390" />hile, I e<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538088578_514" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538088578_752" />n<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538003984_598" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538004000_860" />courage you to email her and<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538007546_244" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538007546_772" /> have a conversation abo<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238539817062_872" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238539817062_646" />ut<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538010656_885" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538010656_284" /> it.  It doe<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537878234_437" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537878234_423" />sn<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538106156_952" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538106156_931" />'t matter that they're two<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538107406_840" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538107406_867" /> weeks away from now<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537898828_525" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238537898828_951" />.  Jus<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538108953_800" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538108953_709" />t go!  <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538186171_664" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238538186171_944" /></p>
<p>Does the thought of a week of sunshine, sand, and surf <a href="http://www.kauai-hawaii.com/" target="_blank">on a beautiful island</a> sound heavenly about now, especially those of us who live in the Northern Hemisphere? <strong> </strong><a href="http://www.nwwomenssurfcamps.com/about_us.php" target="_blank"><strong>Lexie Hallahan</strong></a><strong> has the perfect </strong><a href="http://www.nwwomenssurfcamps.com/2008_kauai_retreat.php" target="_blank"><strong>spring-time retreat </strong></a><strong>for you!</strong>  I'm lucky that she lives just eight miles away from me and hosts events and retreats along the Oregon coast. </p>
<p>This past summer, I faced my fears, finally got on a surfboard, and learned to dance with the waves. Had it not been for Lexie's calm and reassuring manner, not to mention her years of training and experience, I might not have ever given surfing a try. Unfortunately, I can only imagine what it would be like to surf in warm waters without a wetsuit, but you...<strong>you could go to Kauai April 21-27</strong> and find out for yourself!  All I ask is that you write and tell me what it was like. </p>
<p><a href="http://www.exploreasheville.com/index.aspx" target="_blank">Asheville, North Carolina</a>...I've heard it's an amazing place and I hope to go there someday. Until I do, there's a woman who lives there who will keep me good company with <a href="http://www.pattidigh.com/" target="_blank">her stories</a> of the place and then some.  I bought <a href="http://37days.typepad.com/37days/about-patti-digh.html" target="_blank">Patti Digh's</a> book (which I wholeheartedly recommend with two thumbs-up and high fives around) and I know through her writing and our brief email exchanges that <strong>spending a weekend with her and the folks she attracts would be a delicious and darn good time. </strong></p>
<p>I'm joining her in Cinncinnati, Ohio May 3rd for that half-marathon I mentioned above.  Unlike me, you won't have to run 13.1 miles to meet this woman, <strong>you could just go to her </strong><a href="http://37days.typepad.com/37days/37days-retreat-sept-2628-.html" target="_blank"><strong>Life is a Verb Retreat</strong></a><strong> April 24-26 <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238540410500_907" /></strong>and relax<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238540090046_756" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238540090062_152" /> and rejuvenate in h<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238540096250_284" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238540096250_991" />er sweet company and <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238540102390_50" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238540102390_817" />in yours. <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238540110640_549" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1238540110656_971" /></p>
<p><strong>So...what are you waiting for?</strong>  Go check out all the yummy links I provided and see for yourself how wonderful these retreats are going to be and then do this...ask yourself this question:  <em>"Which one is the one for me?" </em> Take the one less traveled by you.  I promise you, it will make all the difference. </p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Even Here We Are </title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.theultimateyes.com/2009/03/even-here-we-are-.html" />
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-64513863</id>
        <published>2009-03-23T11:03:23-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-03-23T11:07:00-07:00</updated>
        <summary>I was incredibly sad last week. The news of Natasha Richardson's tragic accident and subsequent death reminded me how quickly life, as we know it, can be over. She was on vacation taking a ski lesson, fell and hit her...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Lisa</name>
        </author>
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Be Real" />
        
        
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<p>I was incredibly sad last week.  The news of Natasha Richardson's tragic accident and subsequent death reminded me how quickly life, as we know it, can be over. She was on vacation taking a ski lesson, fell and hit her head, and two days later she was removed from life support.   I had seen a few of her movies and knew she was married to Liam Neeson, but hadn't given any thought to this woman until suddenly she showed up on my computer screen.  I've been wondering why her death has affected me as much as it has. Perhaps it's because she died so young.  Perhaps it's because she leaves behind two young sons and a husband who adored her. <strong>Perhaps it's because it just doesn't seem fair that someone can be here one minute and gone the next.  Yeah, that's it. </strong></p>
<p>Last Friday, I attended the memorial of a wonderful woman who owns a <a href="http://www.dragonfirestudio.com/" target="_blank">vibrant and playful art gallery</a> in <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237828952031_384" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237828952031_345" />the town<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237828945953_606" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237828945953_267" /> I live.  I k<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829028093_362" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829028093_312" />new she'd been ill<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829008281_818" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829008281_813" /> for a few months, b<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829015343_793" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829015343_764" />ut her death came as a comp<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829048187_321" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829048187_636" />lete surprise to me. I had thought a<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829194078_761" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829194078_1" />bout sending her fl<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829217906_554" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829217906_133" />owers and a card n<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829203500_94" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829203500_324" />umerous times, but I just <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829208000_654" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829208015_957" />never got around to it.  I j<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829436515_182" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829436515_565" />ust never got around to it<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829445125_594" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829445125_562" />?!?  WHAT THE F*#&amp;%?  <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829970750_416" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829970765_476" /> Why didn'<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829307984_553" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829307984_870" />t I let her know I was think<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829313546_807" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829313546_926" />ing about her?  Why didn<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829516375_241" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829516375_169" />'t <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829523296_314" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829523296_71" />I take the t<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829545390_862" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829545390_780" />ime and make it import<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829535281_979" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829535281_550" />ant<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829373000_126" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829373000_406" /> <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829548593_7" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829548593_558" />enou<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830139015_542" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830139015_305" />g<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829515109_59" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829515109_754" />h<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829526265_980" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829526265_168" /> to tell her how happy I<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830140421_276" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830140437_255" /> <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829513812_297" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829513812_665" />was to have met he<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829405390_100" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829405390_624" />r when <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830141656_847" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830141671_104" />I first mov<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829410000_465" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829410015_146" />ed to Cannon Be<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830143171_78" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830143171_558" />ach?  <strong>Dea<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830051718_853" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830051718_471" />th <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830082343_809" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830082359_773" />and life...the<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830144484_877" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830144500_824" />y <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829976625_413" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237829976625_546" />wait for<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830090546_345" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1237830090562_47" /> no one. Yeah, that's it.    </strong></p>
<p>So I've been wondering for the past few days...how am I to live?  Really, truly, deeply...looking at all that is my life and seeing what is important and what is not. Every day it becomes a bit more clear. Last week during one of our classes <a href="http://www.tsunamimovesyou.com/" target="_blank">at the studio</a>, I played a <a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/shawn_colvin/even_here_we_are.html" target="_blank">Shawn Colvin song</a> I absolutely love and it inspired me to write this...a simple poem about dance, about life. <strong>Despite everything, even here we are. Yeah, that's it. </strong></p>
<p><em>Even here we are...</em></p>
<p><em>Despite what we've been told<br />And what we've learned<br />And yes, even what we've experienced</em></p>
<p><em>We take all of it into the dance</em></p>
<p><em>Our mother's voice<br />Our teachers' lessons<br />Our lives lived thus far</em></p>
<p><em>Even here we are...</em></p>
<p><em>Despite time ticking<br />And to-do lists lengthening<br />And yes, even worrying still</em></p>
<p><em>We take all of it into the dance</em></p>
<p><em>Our joys and sorrow<br />Our hopes and fears<br />Our dreams big and small </em></p>
<p><em>Even here we are...</em></p>
<p><em>Despite what others do<br />And what happens in the world<br />And yes, even those things we can't control </em></p>
<p><em>We take all of it into the dance</em></p>
<p><em>Our pause and ponder<br />Our heartbeat and heartache<br />Our bodies and our beliefs</em></p>
<p><em>Even here we are</em></p>
<p><em>Despite everything else<br />And no matter what<br />And yes, even just because</em></p>
<p><em>We take all of it<br />All of it<br />Into the dance</em></p>
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    <entry>
        <title>Life is Short ~ Do those things that scare you</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.theultimateyes.com/2009/03/life-is-short-do-those-things-that-scare-you.html" />
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-64011303</id>
        <published>2009-03-12T12:13:35-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-03-12T12:13:35-07:00</updated>
        <summary>This past weekend I participated in the event shown in the photo above. Fright Night was created by my friend and fellow movement artist, Paula Byrne, to give people an opportunity to face what they fear in a playful and...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Lisa</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><a href="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef01127964237428a4-pi" style="DISPLAY: inline"><img alt="Frightnight" class="at-xid-6a00d8341ccf0553ef01127964237428a4 " src="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef01127964237428a4-400wi" style="WIDTH: 380px" /></a>  </p>
<p>This past weekend I participated in the event shown in the photo above.  Fright Night was created by my friend and fellow movement artist, <a href="http://www.onedance.us/About_Paula.html" target="_blank">Paula Byrne</a>, to give people an opportunity to face what they fear in a playful and supportive way.  This was no ordinary open mic.  This event was not for those folks who have honed their craft and feel completely confident when stepping onto the stage to perform it.  It was especially designed for us scaredy-cats to showcase something we've wanted to do, but have been reluctant (chicken) to try it out.  And so...after pondering for a day or two whether or not I was ready to face a fear of mine, I said "Yes!" to being brave and told Paula I'd be there.  <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1236881276710_154" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1236881276710_221" /></p>
<p>I am not a shy person.  I consider myself to be an outgoing optimist who's willing to pretty much try anything at least once. I can sing karoke without drinking beforehand. I can dance on a beach naked. Public speaking does not leave me with butterflies in my stomach and feeling weak in the knees. I've led workshops and retreats and have given keynote addresses. And so what might I have to fear when standing on a stage and facing an audience when I've done it innumerable times?  </p>
<p>Plenty.  </p>
<p>When you do something you've wanted to do for the very first time, no matter how confident a person you are, it's damn frightening.  But here's what I know from being on this planet for awhile and confronting a few of the things that scare me...<strong>the REAL scenario is never as scary as the one you IMAGINE it to be inside your head.</strong>  I believe what makes us most afraid is often the very thing we need to experience in order to learn important lessons, grow as a human being, and live the life we're meant to live. Once again, I was reminded this past Saturday night that <strong>what lies just beyond our fear is freedom</strong>...freedom to do the things you want to do and be who you want to be.  </p>
<p>So...with my heart thumping hard and my gut flip-flopping about, I stepped up to the microphone to introduce myself and then sat down in a chair with my fear. I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths and then my mouth opened and out came the words.  <a href="http://www.theultimateyes.com/2009/02/sacred-life-sunday-its-because.html" target="_blank">The words were my own </a>that I had memorized.  Only once as I recited my poem did I worry what the next line was.  While some might have thought I paused a little longer for dramatic effect, it was then when I was facing my fear the most ~ forgetting a line and not knowing what came next.  What came next was the freedom I mentioned above.  No longer was reciting a poem from memory something I feared.  </p>
<p>The applause and accolades I received from the audience moved me to tears and made my body dance, but it was the shift I made inside of me that was most profound.  Bring on the fear (and the freedom) I say!   What are you waiting for?  Do something today that scares you. </p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Sacred Life Sunday ~ It's Because...</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-62900281</id>
        <published>2009-02-15T20:19:57-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-02-15T20:27:24-08:00</updated>
        <summary>It's Because... As long as I can remember it's been something I've loved. Even when I was unsure of my body and felt awkward and stupid and worried about boys and whether they would like me enough or think I'm...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Lisa</name>
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        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Sacred Life Sundays" />
        
        
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<p><strong><em>It's Because...</em></strong></p>
<p><em>As long as I can remember it's been something I've loved.<br />Even when I was unsure of my body<br />and felt awkward and stupid<br />and worried about boys<br />and whether they would like me enough<br />or think I'm pretty enough<br />I never have to wait for someone to ask me. </em></p>
<p><strong><em>It's Because...</em></strong></p>
<p><em>I can go back in time and relive any memory I want to;<br />that first kiss, the view from the Eiffel Tower,<br />watching my uncle take his last breath.<br />My mind is the keeper of stories,<br />my body the vessel in which they're retold.<br />In an instant, I can be there again<br />and it's as though time has stopped and I never left. </em></p>
<p><strong><em>It's Because...</em></strong></p>
<p><em>I can be with the ones I've loved and lost<br />and have these amazing conversations.<br />Death does not prevent them from hearing what I have to say.<br />When I speak from a place where no words are needed,<br />we can understand one another.<br />Their presence is undeniably real when I'm fully present. </em></p>
<p><strong><em>It's Because...</em></strong></p>
<p><em>A myriad of affairs can be had<br />and no one gets caught or hurt<br />or says outloud, "What have I done?"<br />I can abandon all responsibility and reasonable sense<br />Wholeheartedly fling myself into<br />the welcoming arms of lust and desire<br />Touch the very flame that would condemn<br />and consume me otherwise.</em></p>
<p><strong><em>It's Because...</em></strong></p>
<p><em>I can look at my deepest fears,<br />false beliefs and disturbing thoughts<br />and see them for what they really are...<br />truth disguised as mindless chatter.<br />I've learned to listen to that which makes me most afraid<br />because more often than not<br />the voice is wherever Spirit is calling me forth in my life.<br />That voice never lies. </em></p>
<p><em><strong>It's Because...</strong></em></p>
<p><em>I can sit or spin or sway with God<br />and never fall out of step.<br />There's no right or wrong, condemnation or adoration<br />just pure and simple love.<br />Grace and gratitude are regular visitors<br />and prayers are understood.<br />Heaven is right here and right now.<br />Right here. Right now. </em></p>
<p><em><strong>It's Because...</strong></em></p>
<p><em>I can soar amongst the highest clouds<br />and travel to places I haven't yet seen.<br />A place where questions are asked<br />and answers are given through body, not brain.<br />I follow the pulse of my blood, the beat of my heart<br />and the breath of my lungs.<br />It's movement and music that makes me, me<br />and sets me free. </em></p>
<p><em><strong>It's Because...all of these things and so much more.<br />It's Because...I dance.</strong></em></p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Sacred Life Sunday ~ Amongst the Swirl and the Sway</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-62574771</id>
        <published>2009-02-08T21:51:00-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-02-08T21:59:27-08:00</updated>
        <summary>"I am a dancer. I believe that we learn by practice. Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing or to learn to live by practicing living...In each it is the performance of a dedicated precise set of...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Lisa</name>
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        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Sacred Life Sundays" />
        
        
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<center><img alt="Self portraits 133" class="at-xid-6a00d8341ccf0553ef01116854c567970c " src="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef01116854c567970c-350wi" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 350px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" title="Self portraits 133" /></center>
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<p><em><strong>"I am a dancer.  I believe that we learn by practice.  Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing or to learn to live by practicing living...In each it is the performance of a dedicated precise set of acts, physical or intellectual, from which comes shape of achievement, a sense of one's being, a satisfaction of spirit. One becomes in some area an athlete of God."</strong><br /></em>~Martha Graham</p><em><strong>"It is of course possible to dance a prayer." <br />~</strong></em>Glade Byron Addams</center>
<p>And it's possible to dance one's greatest joys.  And it's possible to dance one's deepest sorrows.  And it's possible to dance a broken heart.  And it's possible to dance a million fears.  And it's possible to dance a former lover.  And it's possible to dance a future dream.  And it's possible to dance whatever your soul and spirit needs today.</p>
<p>Amongst the swirl and sway of my body...something takes shape, something beyond my form.   A sense of something much more than I could ever possibly put into words.  And so I dance my prayers instead of speaking them and I know they are always heard. </p>
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    <entry>
        <title>Flying Pigs?  What the &amp;#(%?</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-62273216</id>
        <published>2009-02-02T11:42:22-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-02-02T11:46:35-08:00</updated>
        <summary>I just hit the send button that officially makes me a participant in the Flying Pig Marathon in Cincinnati. Despite the shrill voice in my head that's screaming, "What in the world have you just done?", I have the biggest...</summary>
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            <name>Lisa</name>
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        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Play Big" />
        
        
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<center><img alt="3rd_annual_logo" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00d8341ccf0553ef0111683c69b7970c " src="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef0111683c69b7970c-800wi" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" title="3rd_annual_logo" /></center></a>
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<p>I just hit the send button that officially makes me a participant in the <a href="http://www.flyingpigmarathon.com/" target="_blank" title="13.1 miles of running fun!">Flying Pig Marathon in Cincinnati.</a>  Despite the shrill voice in my head that's screaming, <em>"What in the world have you just done?",</em> I have the biggest grin on my face and I owe it all to <a href="http://37days.typepad.com/37days/2009/01/flying-pig-alert.html" target="_blank" title="An wonderful and witty writer">Patti Digh</a>.  I don't know Patti personally nor have I ever had any correspondance with her, but I've been reading her <a href="http://37days.typepad.com/37days/" target="_blank">37 days blog</a> for qui<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600025468_805" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600025562_987" />te awhile <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233599935640_575" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233599935656_772" />now and a couple months ag<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233599939750_655" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233599939781_749" />o I picked up her delightful book, <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600159468_743" /><strong>"Life is a V<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600043046_41" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600043078_914" />erb"</strong> <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600159468_500" />in my <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600194515_846" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600194515_413" /><a href="http://www.cannonbeachbooks.com/" target="_blank">local bookstore</a>.  <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233601084078_521" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233601084078_292" /></p>
<p>She has inspire<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600387484_393" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600387484_564" />d me in a variety of way<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600392187_670" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600392203_185" />s, but c'mon, wh<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600405078_330" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600405078_532" />o in the<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600428562_197" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600428562_97" />ir right mind registers to run<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600416046_820" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600416046_541" /> 13.1 <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600468906_603" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600468906_251" />miles o<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600448062_916" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600448062_100" />n behalf of a stranger's i<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600453437_757" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600453453_340" />nvitation?  Apparently I d<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600685671_186" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600685687_444" />o and I'm pleased to <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600800265_415" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600800265_164" />say I'm not the only on<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600808062_264" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600808062_582" />e who's said <span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600887062_749" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600887078_696" /><span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600914062_995" /><em>"Yes!"<span id="fck_dom_range_temp_1233600914062_134" /></em> to joining Patti's team of "37 Days" runners. Several others are traveling to the mid-west to huff and puff their way through the half-marathon on Sunday, May 3.  <strong>While Patti is running this event in honor of her upcoming 50th birthday later this year, I'm running it in celebration of turning 40 recently.</strong>  </p>
<p>I've done plenty of spontaneous things before, but this one comes with a major caveat; three months of some serious stamina and strength training.  I've been a runner for most of my life, but it's been quite awhile since I've gone past the three-mile mark and there's a <strong>BIG</strong> difference between three miles and thirteen!  <a href="http://www.redwoodsmarathon.org/" target="_blank">I've run a half-marathon once before</a> and it didn't kill me so I know I can do this.  However, that was nine years ago and right now (as I sit contemplating the wild-n-crazy decision I just made) it feels like there's a <strong>BIG</strong> difference between 31 years of age and 40.  While I'm acutely aware that my body is older and it's likely that training for this run will be a bit more challenging than it was a decade ago, I'm still smiling.  </p>
<p>It's time to stop thinking and take this body of mine (along with that voice in my head) out for a run. It'll be May 3rd before I know it and this is one 40 year-old who's going to cross that finish line with a grin on her face not a grimace.</p>
<p>p.s. A big shout-out to <a href="http://hamguin-nohiding.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Rick Hamrick </a>for introducing me to Patti's blog through his writings. In this case, when I say, <em>"It's all your fault",</em> it's a very good thing indeed. </p></p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Sacred Life Sunday ~ Listening to the small, still voice within</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-61904282</id>
        <published>2009-01-25T21:13:59-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-01-25T21:13:59-08:00</updated>
        <summary>That small, still voice within speaks of truth and love. It speaks gently and with compassion. It is a constant and mysterious companion who knows me like no one else. It is more powerful than any other voice that tempts...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Lisa</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><a href="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef010536ed40f2970b-pi" style="DISPLAY: inline"><img alt="Self portraits 037" class="at-xid-6a00d8341ccf0553ef010536ed40f2970b " src="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef010536ed40f2970b-320wi" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" title="Self portraits 037" /></a>  </p>
<p>That small, still voice within speaks of truth and love.  It speaks gently and with compassion.  It is a constant and mysterious companion who knows me like no one else. It is more powerful than any other voice that tempts me to listen to what's not real. Every day we choose which voices to listen to.  </p>
<p>Today that small, still voice spoke loud and clear during dance.  It asked me this question, <em>"Who is doing the listening?"</em></p>
<p>Oh yeah...it's me. How easily I forget. </p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>I've Stayed Away Because...</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.theultimateyes.com/2009/01/ive-stayed-away-because.html" />
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-61174962</id>
        <published>2009-01-11T02:30:51-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-01-11T02:30:51-08:00</updated>
        <summary>I've stayed away because I've been afraid of my own thoughts for the past three weeks. Because I didn't want to dwell on the not-so-happy aspects of what's transpired in my husband's and my world. Because deep-down inside me, beyond...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Lisa</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p> <a href="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef010536c5481f970c-pi" style="DISPLAY: inline"><img alt="In the dark" class="at-xid-6a00d8341ccf0553ef010536c5481f970c " src="http://missbliss.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341ccf0553ef010536c5481f970c-400wi" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 380px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" title="In the dark" /></a>  </p>
<p>I've stayed away because I've been afraid of my own thoughts for the past three weeks.  Because I didn't want to dwell on the not-so-happy aspects of what's transpired in my husband's and my world. Because deep-down inside me, beyond that place of having patience or trust or even faith...I'm scared and I haven't wanted to admit it.  </p>
<p>There is the long-winded version of this story that I've told to many family members and friends and then there's the one I'm ready to share here. On Christmas Day, a chest x-ray and CAT scan showed three nodules on James' right lung.  After three weeks of a multitude of tests, procedures and possible diagnoses, James' health remains a mystery. The good news is all of the nasty things the doctors thought he might have he doesn't have.  The other good news is many of the symptoms he's been experiencing are going away. I'm grateful for both of these things and it's challenging not yet knowing what's been going on with James' body. And so for now and for the next 4-6 weeks until his next CAT scan, we wait.</p>
<p>There's a part of me that's been strong and supportive to James...I've researched medical terms and have asked plenty of questions of the doctors.  I haven't shown my fear of the unknown, but have remained steadfast in showing love and showering him with positive, healing energy.  I've let go of my anger towards the doctors who had to follow "the rules" which kept us for three days over Christmas at the hospital. I've let go of my rage and disbelief at the physician who accidentally punctured James' lung while he was retrieving tissue samples.  I've let go of my sadness having missed spending the holiday with my family.  I've even let go of trying to figure out what all of this possibly means.  But what continues to lurk in the corners, and keeps me up late at night, and makes me want to scream is my fear.  </p>
<p>When I don't know something, I want to find an answer.  Would knowing an answer in this case alleviate my fear or would it make it greater than it ever has been?  I sit here at 2:30 in the morning staring at the blinking cursor.  How ironic to want an answer to provide comfort and peace and yet not having one also creates those feelings.  </p>
<p>No matter what happens, the love of my life and I will be okay.  I know this. </p></div>
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