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Randomness of the Heart- The Twelve Days Revisited December 13, 2017

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I started believing in Santa twelve years ago when my kids were we little ones. It is that time of year and a popular post that comes up in discussion with friends and followers. I will share Faith in Santa and The Twelfth Day as well, with you dear reader, for these stories break open my personal experience of having a change of heart. As a child, Christmas was not a favorite and as a mother myself I had the gift of rewriting that story. An opportunity to birth a new perspective, a chance to make space in my heart.  In case you are inspired to pass on this tradition, tomorrow, December 14th is the day the fun begins, it is the first day of Christmas. You don’t need an elaborate plan to spread Christmas Cheer. Having done this three times now in our neighborhood, all you need is to step into the spirit of Christmas with the eyes of a child. Perhaps these two re-posts will give you a bit of inspiration.

Re-Post from 2009, Traditions Part I – Faith in Santa by J.G. McGlothern

(https://heartwriter.wordpress.com/2009/12/23/faith-in-santa-tradition-part-i-by-j-g-mcglothern/).

One Christmas Eve when I was four years old my eleven year old sister told me in the dark of her room in one long breath that there was no Santa, Easter Bunny or Tooth Fairy.  Lying in bed that night I still tried to hear Santa’s sleigh bells but when the sound never came, I stopped believing.  Then in grade school, friends’ parents would ask me to “pretend” that Santa came to my house because their children still believed.  I remember Tanya’s dad from the yellow house up the street pulling me aside and politely telling me, “Santa comes to our house, so please, for Tanya’s sake, pretend he comes to yours too.”

Christmas began to take on a sleigh load of negative feelings and with its imminent arrival every year I grew to fear Christmas. Raised Catholic my mother did a wonderful job to teach our family Christian beliefs about Christmas.  I learned about Jesus being born in a manger, the gift of peace, and the joy of giving love to others.  Sitting in church on Christmas Eve nights I would imagine that I was part of the manger scene.  Sometimes I was Mary, absorbed in the true beauty of it all.  And sometimes I was one of the Wise Men traveling from afar, following the star with great anticipation of meeting the Messiah.   This part of Christmas gave me peace and kept my faith alive.  Back in school after Christmas break, the anxiety started all over again, I had to invent gifts that Santa brought.

Years later, as a parent with the birth of our children, I struggled with how to celebrate Christmas without bringing Santa into the whole thing.  How does one raise children to focus on the beauty that Christmas offers, when the commercialism of it all is shoved in your face?

Four years ago, when my children were four and one and a half years old, I received a precious gift.  I met Santa. On the morning of December fourteenth as I collected the morning paper from the front porch I found a small poinsettia on our door-mat, wrapped in gold tissue and tied with a red ribbon. In meticulous printing our last name was written on a tag in unfamiliar handwriting. Opening the tag made of silken, creamy white paper, I searched for the giver’s name and only found the words, ‘On the first day of Christmas the McGlotherns received one poinsettia…’   Who could this be from?

The next morning, a bit earlier, as I opened the door to collect the newspaper sitting right next to The Seattle Times sat a beautiful gift bag bearing two delicately wrapped hand-dipped, off-white candles. I placed them in silver candlesticks next to the poinsettia in our front window.  The same precise manuscript indicated the gift was indeed for us with the message, ‘On the second day of Christmas the McGlotherns received two glittering candles…’   Were the three dots a sign? An indication of a promise?  Perhaps more to come? I ran to the calendar and counted.  Ten more days until Christmas. The twenty-fifth would be the “twelfth day.”   Not knowing any history about a “twelve days of Christmas” tradition, I was curious.  Is this a celebrated tradition I don’t know anything about, similar to the “Secret Santa” tradition some celebrate in the workplace?   On the third day of Christmas “three tinkling bells” waited on our doorstep.  Hanging them from the tree, in the front window, I wondered who could be doing this. I never heard a car, voices or footsteps.

Our four-year-old daughter, started coming into our room every morning with the question, “Have you checked the front porch yet, mama?”  I was trying really hard to curb my enthusiasm and wait until she could be the one to check the door. If I woke first I would avoid the front room and busy myself with undone dishes, cleaning fingerprints off the refrigerator, anything to keep myself from going to the front door and turning the knob.   Each morning continued to greet us with beautifully wrapped surprises; candy canes, homemade molasses cookies, walnuts the size of small apples, Satsumas as sweet as summer, and chocolates that were too irresistible to stop at just one.  On the fifth day of Christmas we opened a box with a photograph glued to the lid.  The picture made me stop and look closely.  It was a picture of a handprint in the snow, a child’s handprint, with the five digits perfectly imprinted into the white, glistening snow. Inside were five homemade snowflake ornaments hanging from delicate pink thread.  I knew the giver was creative, thoughtful and most of all believed in Christmas.

Soon my friends and family all knew about it and would brain storm with me to decipher who these thoughtful surprises were from.  My neighbor even volunteered to stalk my front porch every morning. Although I was mostly content not knowing the giver, I was still curious.

Through all of this excitement, I forgot I didn’t believe in Santa. I forgot I hated Christmas.  Each day was offering me a new joy besides a surprise gift at the front door.  I discovered the great delight of baking sugar cookies with our four-year-old daughter. In years past, the baking was a chore. Christmas shopping wasn’t a burden, our list was short and family received homemade gifts.  Our friends received a Christmas card with a handwritten message.  Even the cold, grey weather was comforting.  I didn’t long for the colors of springtime; instead I found solace from the dark sky and consolation from the light of a simple white candle. I never once turned on the television, so I wasn’t aware of the Christmas sales, hot items of the season or the temptations of the last minute shopper.  Evenings were spent reading Christmas books, listening to the Nutcracker, playing games and coloring.  I taught our children about my childhood traditions of putting evergreen on the fireplace mantel, straw in the manger and hanging mistletoe in doorways.  My husband strung lights, hung wreaths, and helped our children hang their stockings. He helped our daughter write her letter to Santa. I saw how Santa could be brought into the season without being the main focus and without corrupting my mood or Christmas spirit.  We talked about Jesus’ birth, buying a goat through the Heifer Project, making gifts for family and what color of sprinkles our friends would like on their cookies.  All our daughter wanted for Christmas was a pants belt and for her brother to have his own doll.  Santa’s job would be simple.

By the tenth day of Christmas, the day we received ten walnuts and a silver nutcracker, all of our friends and family knew about our morning doorstep surprises and wished they had done something like this. They all responded with passionate wonder.  I want to do that, they all echoed.  Without these exact words their responses were saying: I want to reach out, I want to give, I want to believe and share in the spirit of the season.

On Christmas Eve, I went to bed listening for sleigh bells believing that if I was supposed to find out who was behind the mystery I would.  At five in the morning our son, hollered out in his sleep.  His cries woke me and although he fell back to sleep easily, I lay in the dark, tossing and turning.  Like many children around the world that morning I hopped out of bed, unable to keep still.  I went into the living room and turned on the tree lights, lit the off-white candles in the window and sat down with a cup of hot tea and my journal.  The tea went cold before I had a sip and my journal remained unopened.  I went back and forth to the window, peering out into the dark morning, I kept opening the front door.  I even stood on a chair to peer out the window at the top of the door.  Nothing.  I wrote a note to the mystery elves, telling them that if I never found out who they were I wanted them to know they changed my Christmases forever.  At eight o’ clock, when my family was awake pulling a pants belt and baby doll out of their stockings I checked the door one more time.  Empty except for my note.  Did they forget?

Forty-five minutes later, with Christmas wrapping strewn around the room our coffee mugs empty, I heard singing outside.  “Honey”, my husband said gently,  “You are going to want to answer the door.”  The caroling was coming from our front porch.  Opening the door, I was surprised to see my new friend Erika, her husband and their three sleepy daughters. I collapsed into Erika’s arms, “I’m so glad it’s you.  I never even thought of you being the ones, “I wept softly. We wiped each other’s tears of joy.  “You helped me to believe in Christmas again,” I whispered.

That morning and now, Santa for me is just another way to bring giving into the Christmas season.  Not getting, but giving.  We can teach our children the beauty of simplicity by example.  The following Christmas, we did the same for an un-expecting family a few blocks away.  And the smiles on their faces told me I was helping to carry on a tradition that was drenched in love and sprinkled with the true spirit of the season.

Re-post from 2011, The Twelfth Day, by J. G. McGlothern

https://heartwriter.wordpress.com/2011/12/25/the-twelfth-day/

Adorned in our converse tennis shoes, Santa hats, carrying our umbrellas my little family and I trekked around the corner to deliver gift number 12 to our unsuspecting neighbors.

Six years ago we were the receivers of the 12 days of Christmas, Every day starting on the 14th of December we received front porch surprises. One gift the first day, two the second and so on until Christmas Day, the 12th day. The following year we surprised a family two streets away and this year we chose friends who live around the corner and who have two teenagers.

On the first day of Christmas at 6 AM I snuck out into the dark of the morning with our first package, addressed to them, wrapped with love and care.

There are no rules really, except to have fun and like Buddy the Elf, spread Christmas Cheer.

My kids were just as excited about Santa’s visit as they were about being secret Santa to the May Family around the corner.

The list we made up as we went included:

One White Candle

Two Ornaments

Three Cardinal Bird Candles

Four Paper Doves (made by my 7 year old)

Five Chocolate Star Cookies (made by Trader Joe’s)

Six Satsumas

Seven Christmas Carols

Eight Christmas Words

Nine Surprises (ornaments, tea, hot cocoa, drawings, etc)

Ten Peppermint Candies

Eleven Tealights

And today after first attempting delivery at 9 AM noticing the house was dark, and their stockings were still full, (remember they have teenagers) we came back at 11 AM with 12 “Santa Whiskers”, homemade cookies, singing We Wish You a Merry Christmas to a smiling family of four on their front porch.

After catching up, laughter and gratitude expressed our neighbor hollered out, the one unwritten rule as we walked back home, Next year we will have to pay it forward.

Oh, yes, the joy in paying it forward, giving exceeds the joy of receiving. And isn’t that what Christmas is all about?

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Hi, I’m Jenny Gwinn McGlothern, Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader, Writer, Teacher and Seeker. As founder of my retreat business, Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, one way I know I fill my cup is by showing up to a blank page to write. Thank you for stopping by and reading my posts, because I will be honest that fills my cup too, knowing others are reading my filled page. Life is too short to blog about anything else unless it touches my heart. Please know I appreciate you joining me on this journey whether you visit regularly since I began in 2009 or this is your first blog stop.

Curious about becoming a life coach or upleveling your life? I am a co-facilitator at Seattle Life Coach Training. The program is transformative, the experience more life giving than words can describe, www.slctseattle.com.

Interested in life or spiritual coaching (individuals and couples) or want to learn more about my retreats in Seattle, please find me on FaceBook, www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit my website www.mamaneedsarefill.com. Holding sack lunch mini-retreats since 2009.  The next January 5, 2018 is sold out. Two Seats available for February 9, Five Seats available for April 20 and Five Seats available for June 8. Contact Jenny, 206 255 0463, to reserve your spot.

 

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Randomness from the Heart: El Dia de los Muertos November 1, 2017

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This Halloween I decided to paint my face in honor of the celebration originated in Mexico, Dia de los Muertos, or as Americans know it, Day of the Dead. I am not Mexican but I have an affinity for my loved ones who have gone on before me. Those who honor this day on November 1st, believe that at midnight on October 31st, the souls of all deceased children come down from heaven and reunite with their families and on November 2nd, the souls of deceased adults come to visit. Growing up Catholic this is very similar to the celebration and honoring of All Saints and All Souls day honored on the same first two days of November.

 

In particular my deceased, grandpa, grandma and dad play a huge role in my life. I think of one of them if not all every day. Even though it has been 38, 24, and 15 years since each of their passing, they visit me regularly. Or at least their memory along with their wisdom, love, and peaceful presence shows up among the activities and responsibilities of my days. I feel comfort and experience grace in these little moments.

 

A few years back I made a massage appointment with a woman I learned of through a friend. She sees dead people, my friend told me. I called immediately for an appointment. As the massage therapist worked on my body, she gently asked, Do you know that sometimes when I work on clients their deceased loved ones show up?

 

Uh, yes, I told her. That is the main reason I am here. Fully expecting my dad to show up I had a surprise visit from a friend who died giving birth to her twin sons in 1999. Marci and I didn’t know each other for very long but on this day she had a clear message I needed to hear. Choose joy. The timeliness and specific details of this message only make sense to me. I think of her every time I walk by a particular tree in our neighborhood or hear the seals down at the beach, two Marci memories. I feel the power of her message when I am overwhelmed with life or stuck in indecision.

We need our deceased loved ones. They support us, guide us, lead us, fill us up and console our sad or frustrated hearts as well as celebrate our achievements and joys. Not only do they represent a piece of our past they join us in the present.

 

I don’t know about you, but this comforts me and nurtures my soul. I am filled with gratitude for all those who have gone before me and who are with me now in spirit.

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Hi, I’m Jenny Gwinn McGlothern, Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader, Writer, Teacher and Seeker. As founder of my retreat business, Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, one way I know I fill my cup is by showing up to a blank page to write. Thank you for stopping by and reading my posts, because I will be honest that fills my cup too, knowing others are reading my filled page. Life is too short to blog about anything else unless it touches my heart. Please know I appreciate you joining me on this journey whether you visit regularly since I began in 2009 or this is your first blog stop.

Curious about becoming a life coach or upleveling your life? I am a co-facilitator at Seattle Life Coach Training. The program is transformative, the experience more life giving than words can describe, http://www.slctseattle.com.

Interested in life or spiritual coaching (individuals and couples) or want to learn more about my retreats in Seattle, please find me on FaceBook, http://www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit my website http://www.mamaneedsarefill.com. Holding sack lunch mini-retreats since 2009. The next January 5, 2018 is sold out. Seats available for February 9, April 20 and June 8. Contact Jenny, 206 255 0463, to reserve your spot.

 

Randomness from the Heart: Purge September 13, 2017

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One of the things I got rid of this summer was my heart rock collection. I intentionally tossed each rock in the Puget Sound, as pictured here, behind the fence. Can you find the heart in this photo?

This has been the summer of the purge. It began with my clothes. Four bags, sayonara. Then books. One Hundred and Seventy Two. Using Marie Kondo’s concept from her book The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, I started as she suggests with the big categories, not room by room, and I released stuff that I had no good reason to keep. It wasn’t serving a positive purpose so I let it go. Ten bags of kitchen items. Two trips to Good Will, five trips to Salvation Army and ten different items placed on my curb all now someone else’s treasure. One trip to the dump. Four grocery bags of photographs and twenty seven journals. An endless amount of recycled paper.

In the pursuit of personal clarity I chose to tackle the physical items in my home and as a result the cobwebs in my mind, covering my heart are disappearing.

These things that I was hanging on to, shoved to the back of the closet, was an amalgamation of stuff that represented me in another time or I was keeping out of fear. This worry about maybe needing it one day or stressing over not having it was all in my imagination. If I get present, which is always my aim, these things are obsolete. The feelings, experiences and memories they represent live deep inside of me. No trip to the dump can change that.

Looking at something day after day that doesn’t create positive vibes, like an over stuffed drawer or piece of clothing I never wear has a way of clogging my mind. Seeing order and items that make me smile clears that space in my mind.

4, 172. 10. 2. 5. 10. 1. 4. 27. Just numbers? Just stuff? All of these things carried emotional baggage. No longer stuff to sort through, make space for, or hide in a drawer or at the back of the closet.

I see now how I have hidden behind objects. The physical space they took up in my house somehow crept into my subconscious. Now this spaciousness is not something I need to fill but rather be in, simply experience. Yesterday after clearing drawers of paperwork and de-cluttering my home office I sat down in it and colored. I created a piece of artwork with colored pencils that meant something to me.  Free to birth something that allows me to take up the space that matters. Space that inspires, motivates and nurtures.

Purging what takes up space that can be better utilized feels good. I am light all over.  Unencumbered by stuff opens up channels in my body, mind and spirit. I am breathing more deeply. I have room to dance. Space to fly.

 

Hi, I’m Jenny Gwinn McGlothern, Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader, Writer, Teacher and Seeker. As founder of my retreat business, Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, one way I know I fill my cup is by showing up to a blank page to write. Thank you for stopping by and reading my posts, because I will be honest that fills my cup too, knowing others are reading my filled page. Life is too short to blog about anything else unless it touches my heart. Please know I appreciate you joining me on this journey whether you visit regularly since I began in 2009 or this is your first blog stop.

Curious about becoming a life coach or upleveling your life? I am a co-facilitator at Seattle Life Coach Training. The program is transformative, the experience more life giving than words can describe, www.slctseattle.com.

Interested in life or spiritual coaching (individuals and couples) or want to learn more about my retreats in Seattle, please find me on FaceBook, www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit my website www.mamaneedsarefill.com. Holding sack lunch mini-retreats since 2009.  The next one on September 15th is sold out but there are openings for January 5, 2018. Contact Jenny, 206 255 0463, to reserve your spot.

 

 

Randomness from the Heart: I Lose it Sometimes August 24, 2017

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Last time I showed up to this space was mid May. I wanted a break, some space in between the weekly random Monday posts. I am back with the intention to be even more random than before, and not necessarily posting on Monday’s, but to always post from the heart.

Generally even keel, typically forgiving, regularly able to go with the flow, I pop my cork and lose all sense of stability when someone honks their horn at me. I see it as a personal affront and react like a bottle rocket whose fuse has just been lit.

The other day stopped at a red light I contemplated taking a free right once I had clearance, but I noticed a man standing in the crosswalk, waiting to cross the street. I waited, too.  The driver behind me honked. A quick look in my rear view mirror revealed a teenager behind the wheel. Not sure if it was the mother in me or the neurotic who rolled down the window and shouted back to the driver, “There is someone in the crosswalk and I’m not going to hit them.”

More horn honking. As the light turns green and I watch the pedestrian begin his walk across the street she really lays on her horn and flips me off. Why I am so unglued, I am not sure at this point, but I pull over for everyone’s safety. Timing would have it that at the next red light we are next to each other. I roll down my window and proceed to scold her again part mom part crazy lady.

“I know your mother,” I yell. In truth, I don’t know her mother. I have never seen this young woman before in my life. As she cranks the music, ignoring my rants, I decide to lighten up and I begin to dance to the beat of the music. I raise my hands in the air, part mom dance, total nut case. As the light turns green and she flips me off again, I hang back to get a look at her license plate which like every good mother and psychotic individual.

I shout out her plate number, the ultimate, I’m gonna really get you move.

Wow. What is with the over the top anger? What is behind this?

At home I take some deep breaths. Draw a bath. I begin to question myself like I would one of my life coach clients. Curious about why once again I have allowed someone else’s disappointment, disapproval and judgment  to rattle me so. As the lavender scented bath water grounds me back to this earth, I realize that the horn is my hot button because I see it as someone judging me, pointing me out, disapproving of my actions. Somewhere along my path pleasing others has become a value. Not letting others down has become my hallmark.

At what point is this not serving me? At what point is this sacrificing my own well being?

All labels of mother and lunatic behind me, there in the hot bath I opened up to a new awareness. I was able to shift to gratitude for the impatient teenager. She gave me reason to go deeper and look behind my reaction.  

The next time someone honks their horn at me, I get to practice a new response. Will I ignore it? Will I turn up my own music and start dancing? We shall see. What I do know is because of that little interaction, I get to approve of myself when I think others are not. I get to proceed with self love and acceptance. No horn has to be my hot button, signal of truth or dictator of actions. Rather a signal to come home to myself.

Hi, I’m Jenny Gwinn McGlothern, Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader, Writer, Teacher and Seeker. As founder of my retreat business, Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, one way I know I fill my cup is by showing up to a blank page to write. Thank you for stopping by and reading my posts, because I will be honest that fills my cup too, knowing others are reading my filled page. Life is too short to blog about anything else unless it touches my heart. Please know I appreciate you joining me on this journey whether you visit regularly since I began in 2009 or this is your first blog stop.

 

Curious about becoming a life coach or upleveling your life? I am a co-facilitator at Seattle Life Coach Training. The program is transformative, the experience more life giving than words can describe, www.slctseattle.com.

 

Interested in life or spiritual coaching (individuals and couples) or want to learn more about my retreats in Seattle, please find me on FaceBook, www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit my website: www.mamaneedsarefill.com. Holding sack lunch mini-retreats since 2009.  The next one on September 15th is sold out but there are openings for January 5, 2018. Contact Jenny, 206 255 0463, to reserve your spot.

 

Monday’s Random Thought: Found in Translation May 15, 2017

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My glass heart, a gift to myself a few years back.

This morning, the day after a Hallmark Holiday, my heart is full. Yesterday, while eating a delicious Mother’s Day dinner prepared by my hubby, I pulled out the cards. Not the 52 card deck we played with earlier in the day. My hand made index card deck of the five different Love Languages.

Gary Chapman, author of The 5 Love Languages, tells us that we give and receive love in our own way and offers these as the main ways: gifts, acts of service, words of affirmation, physical touch and quality time.

While dinner was being prepared, I sat with my gift of a green smoothie from the neighborhood Fit Bar from my daughter and I made each family member a deck of the five love languages. I was delightfully surprised how much our fifteen year old daughter and nearly thirteen year old son got into it. They each ordered their cards from most important to least important and continued to explain their own definition of the words.

After every family member ordered their cards and shared with the family, more eye opening conversation took place. Lots of awareness of our own needs as well as for the one seated across the table. Daughter noticed that dad’s number one, pyhysical touch, was last for the rest of us. My number one, gifts, was not important to the males in the family, but came in second for my daughter as how she feels loved, not necessarily how she gives love. Lively exchanges, cracking us open to each other, erasing confusion, making space for understanding.

This morning, the day after a Hallmark Holiday, my heart is full from the unexpected gift that comes from being vulnerable and allowing others to give with their heart.

Hi, I’m Jenny Gwinn McGlothern, Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader, Writer, Teacher and Seeker. As founder of my retreat business, Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, one way I know I fill my cup is by showing up to a blank page to write. Thank you for stopping by and reading my Random Monday Thoughts, because I will be honest that fills my cup too, knowing others are reading my filled page. Life is too short to blog about anything else unless it touches my heart. Please know I appreciate you joining me on this journey whether you visit every week since I began in 2009 or this is your first blog stop.

Curious about becoming a life coach or ready to up-level your life? I am a co-facilitator at Seattle Life Coach Training. The program is transformative, the experience more life giving than words can describe, www.slctseattle.com.

Interested in life or spiritual coaching (individuals and couples) or want to learn more about my retreats in Seattle, please find me on FaceBook, www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit my website: www.mamaneedsarefill.com. Holding sack lunch mini-retreats since 2009. Next one February 3rd, contact Jenny, 206 255 0463, to reserve you spot.

 

Monday’s Random Thought: Heart to Heart May 1, 2017

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Saturday morning’s gift at breakfast.

Connection. I would imagine on a variety of levels this is important to all of us. Yes?

The connections that bring out the best version of me and that fill my cup to overflowing are the ones from the heart.

No worries about what to say or how to say it or to even use words at all.

When I am struggling in life, in relationship, in function, it is because I am disconnected from myself, God, others.

On this Monday morning, the first day of May, I ask you, are you feeling connected? If your answer is, no, I invite you to pause, place your hand on your heart and to first connect to yourself. Be aware of your emotions and needs. Notice what’s going on inside. Then commit to being real and to come from a place of love in your next encounter with another. Warning: This may require putting your phone down. And be aware, connection from the heart may cause crazy things to happen. Good crazy things.

 

Hi, I’m Jenny Gwinn McGlothern, Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader, Writer, Teacher and Seeker. As founder of my retreat business, Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, one way I know I fill my cup is by showing up to a blank page to write. Thank you for stopping by and reading my Random Monday Thoughts, because I will be honest that fills my cup too, knowing others are reading my filled page. Life is too short to blog about anything else unless it touches my heart. Please know I appreciate you joining me on this journey whether you visit every week since I began in 2009 or this is your first blog stop.

 

Curious about becoming a life coach or upleveling your life? I am a co-facilitator at Seattle Life Coach Training. The program is transformative, the experience more life giving than words can describe, www.slctseattle.com.

 

Interested in life or spiritual coaching (individuals and couples) or want to learn more about my retreats in Seattle, please find me on FaceBook, www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit my website: www.mamaneedsarefill.com. Holding sack lunch mini-retreats since 2009. Next one February 3rd, contact Jenny, 206 255 0463, to reserve you spot.

 

Monday’s Random Thought: Not Define You April 10, 2017

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In the Disney movie Moana the protagonists teach us not to be defined by our circumstance. Maui, voiced by Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, is a half god, half mortal who believes he is only himself with his super powers which are only available when his magic hook is working. Moana, the daughter of tribal chief, must stay in her village because of her father’s fears. Her heart longs to be out in the ocean. Both characters discover what is deep within matters, not by what is seen on the outside.

 

This morning at my post-surgical foot appointment, my awesome doctor who has been along the journey on this long, strange recovery, looked me in the eye and said,”Don’t let this define you.” He went on to say, I will get through this and urged me to not let my swollen – nerve pain – healing foot, define what I do or my day or how I be. And he is right. There is a difference to being limited when in the process of recovery and letting it have power over me.

 

I ask you, dear reader, are you letting your circumstance define you? How can you alter that definition?

 

Hi, I’m Jenny Gwinn McGlothern, Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader, Writer, Teacher and Seeker. As founder of my retreat business, Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, one way I know I fill my cup is by showing up to a blank page to write. Thank you for stopping by and reading my Random Monday Thoughts, because I will be honest that fills my cup too, knowing others are reading my filled page. Life is too short to blog about anything else unless it touches my heart. Please know I appreciate you joining me on this journey whether you visit every week since I began in 2009 or this is your first blog stop.

Curious about becoming a life coach or upleveling your life? I am a co-facilitator at Seattle Life Coach Training. The program is transformative, the experience more life giving than words can describe, www.slctseattle.com.

Interested in life or spiritual coaching (individuals and couples) or want to learn more about my retreats in Seattle, please find me on FaceBook, www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit my website: www.mamaneedsarefill.com. Holding sack lunch mini-retreats since 2009. Next one February 3rd, contact Jenny, 206 255 0463, to reserve you spot.