It’s all too easy to forget the essentials, isn’t it? We get swept up in the whirlwind of life. We stumble here and there. We get distracted. We worry. This month, let’s ask ourselves some questions. Let’s remember what we’ve forgotten. Let’s reconnect to our true essence. Let’s be gentle. Let’s witness ourselves and one another.
Join the three of us on Instagram (@sheisthree) throughout February by tagging your self-portraits #sheisthreedotcom #didsheforget. We’ll be looking for you in our community pool. Thank you for showing up. We’ll be here on the Si3 blog sharing our quotes and the stories behind our photos on the 14th, 21st, and 28th. For now, here’s a little sneak peek video…
“When she wakes up she takes responsibility for her day.” ~Deb
When I wake up and come back into my body, I no longer want to reside in the dreamy darkness.
I am ready to come alive with anticipation for the day ahead of me.
Grateful to be alive. Eager to discover what awaits me.
It’s not always what I have in mind, because life throws me an occasional curveball.
So with intention, I have created a bright, yellow, colorful cheerful bedroom environment to awaken to each morning. This sets my mood, inviting me into the light, with a fresh new start.
I believe I have a choice. Refusing to wear the coat of frustration and pain that yesterday brought.
I awaken to a blank canvas and it is my responsibility to create my own environment of well being.
So, with that being said…come have a look inside my personal space here, and tell me…wouldn’t you like to wake up to that ?
WARNING : Twinkle lights and sunshine may cause smiles, giggles and joy !
“When she wakes up, she sets her intention for the day.” ~Jennifer
Most mornings are a blur.
I awaken to the sound of my son calling “Mama, Mama, Mama.”
Or I sense my daughter’s breath on me, her face just inches from mine.
Sometimes mischievous kittens pounce to rouse me.
All this is to say that I’m not focused when I wake up.
I don’t start my day with a beautiful meditation practice.
There are no candles or incense or soft music playing.
Instead, there are sippy cups to fill and diapers to change.
My mornings may not be calm and centered,
Yet amidst all the voices and meows and breakfast bowls,
I enter a moment of silence in my head (albeit brief).
I ask for clarity and compassion.
I pray for health and safety.
I give thanks for this life:
For the blessing of deepest love,
For the honor of motherhood,
For the beautiful land of which we are stewards,
For the sweet companionship of animals,
For the pure joy of flowers,
For the holiness of light,
For the angels in the outfield,
For the kind hearts of friends,
For hope and healing in the world,
For the opportunity to start fresh again,
For all the lessons I’ve learned (even the really hard ones),
For all the miracles yet to come (because I believe they will).
When I wake up in the morning, I set my intention for the day.
Whether it is sunny or cloudy, warm or cold, busy or not,
I always intend that the highest and the best transpire.
I wish the highest and the best for you, too.
“When she wakes up and greets the morning, everything becomes a possibility.” ~Bella
This is the attitude I wanted to adopt for 2016. I had grown accustomed to a much busier rhythm to my days during the last half of 2015. My daughter began high school and joined the volleyball team. That meant I would be carpooling and going to many games. My husband went to Europe for a month of treatment for his chronic back pain, leaving a majority of the parenting to me. And then there were the commitments and travel plans I had said yes to. All of these things combined left very little time for dreaming or noticing the little moments and gifts that pepper my day.
When I realized that the pace my life had taken on left little room for quiet, reflective moments, I vowed to make a change in the new year. I had also become very pessimistic in my thoughts because I was so pressed for time and not feeling very happy. This was so not me!
These moments of clarity are like god-sends. We can wallow in anger or pity over how things got so out of control, or we can accept the do-over and start from scratch. I chose the latter.
I cleared my schedule and all of the clutter in my room. A clean space just works better for me. I began journaling all of the ways in which I could give myself more time to do the things that make me feel alive: meditation, journaling, being outside in nature, spending nurturing time with my daughter, also with my husband, and of course, time alone.
After spending some time mapping out my plan on paper, I began to see that I actually had a lot of time for these things, I just had to utilize that time wisely. How should I begin? I decided on a morning meditation. That’s when and where it all starts – in the morning. When my eyes open, and the light floods into my room, know that everything is possible. I believe this deeply in my gut … everything is possible. When I come to any situation with this mantra, the energy flows effortlessly. It’s a really beautiful place to land.
Happy New Year! The three of us are eager for a change, so this month, we’re trying something new. We’re staying in the present, using the prompt “When she wakes up…” We invite you (yes, you!) to finish the sentence and start 2016 by joining our community. We learn. We grow. We giggle. Sometimes we cry. We hold on. We let go. We come forward with our questions. We don’t hide. We don’t have all the answers. We explore new paths. We are human. We are here for each other, for you, and for our ourselves.
Join the conversation, both written and visual. Feel free to leave us a comment below, and do tag your self-portraits #whenshewakesup #sheisthreedotcom on Instagram in order to join our community pool. Give it a try. We think you might like it!
We’ll be back here on the 14th, 21st, and 28th to share the stories behind our photos. In the meantime, here’s a little we made for you!
“She claimed her power with herself.” ~Deb
As a self-portrait artist, my work is often very healing.
Oh yes, some days are silly and playful, but there are times when I need to retreat to something that grounds me.
Like when I am feeling disjointed or in a state of disarray, I return to the familiar. The comfortable.
I grab my camera, remote and tripod and create a photo. I do not take self-portraits, I make them.
The power I have within my own self is tiny and mighty. All I have to do is tap into it.
And on days when life is hard, I simplify it by making art. For now, photography is my Super Power.
It is the therapy I need on dark days. It has become my voice.
When words elude me, my photos find me.
If you missed my video, click here for 45 seconds of my own interpretation of “claiming my SUPER power”
And will you tell me in the comments below…how do you claim your power? Do you breathe deeply? Practice yoga? Take long naps? Long walks? Long bubble baths? Eat ice cream and extra chocolate!?! Tell me…
“She claimed her power to find the light.” ~Jennifer
Tomorrow is the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year. Many people dread this time, with its lack of daylight and the colder temperatures it brings. But for the past couple of years, I’ve actually enjoyed the shorter days of winter. It feels like Mother Nature is giving me permission to slow down and draw in. All the trees and animals have already taken her cue. They live by the seasons, respecting times of growth and times of rest.
Now it’s my turn. The winter weather inspires me to wear thick sweaters and find comfort by the fire. Somehow, knowing that there the world outside is at rest makes it easier for me to honor my own limits. I don’t have to finish everything right then and there. I curl up in my favorite winter spot: the right-hand corner of the hearth. I draw my knees up to my chest and lean my head back on the warm bricks, absorbing their heat. The house is still. I look out the windows before me and realize that there is more than just blackness outside. I see Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, and Perseus winking at me. There are white fairy lights hanging on the house, twinkling in the night.
When overwhelm sucks me into internal darkness, slowing down and noticing the sources of light in my midst is my antidote. There is always light to be found in the darkness. Always. Each of us has the power to find it.
“She claimed her power within.” ~Bella
I call upon all that I know and all that I have yet to know. I marry each of those two ends in the center of my house and it creates my truth. It lives in the vast depths of my soul and is the place that instinctually knows what all of the answers are. It looks like golden amber flames, crackling and flickering like a new life.
This is my power. I am reclaiming and rebuilding this woman from the inside out.
Last night I had a dream that I was sprayed by a skunk. In the dream, this happened immediately after I had a conversation rationalizing why my credit score needed to be higher and my weight needed to be lower. I say that numbers do not define me, but my dreams have given me insight that I still have not worked this one out completely.
The skunk, I’ve learned, is a powerful animal to walk with. “When the skunk shows up as a totem you are going to have opportunities to bring out new respect and self esteem*” This is so on point with where I am right now.
I am in the midst of an awakening with plenty of dust that has settled in spaces that I have ignored. Clearly, there is always something that needs to be worked through and sometimes I question if I have the strength to go on this journey yet again.
That is when I reach deep into that place and decide that I can. I am strong. I will rebuild myself one more time. This, for me, is the only way.
Behind me, I will leave a trail of smoldering ashes. When I lack strength to move forward, all I need to do is look behind me. And so, I begin.
*from the book: Animal Speak: The Spiritual & Magical Powers of Creatures Great and Small by Ted Andrews.
As the calendar year comes to a close, we are looking within ourselves: assessing what we learned and gained, as well as what we missed, released, or lost during the last twelve months. This can be a very challenging process; one capable of revealing insights that will guide you into the New Year. Perhaps you gave your power away. Perhaps it was taken from you somehow. Maybe it was there all along and you just didn’t know how to access it. We invite you to join us this month, using self-portraiture to claim (or reclaim) your power.
We’ll be back as always on the 14th, 21st, and 28th to share our quotes and the stories behind our photos. In the meantime, we invite you to step into our community by adding your #sheisthreedotcom #sheclaimedherpower self-portraits to our Instagram pool! (Find us @sheisthree)
Happy holidays! Here’s a little video from us to you!
“She danced with the wind, her constant companion.” ~Deb
Wind is sexy. It kisses my face. It sends my skirt up around the hidden parts.
It tousles my hair and cools my sweaty neckline.
It always seems to be available to me, since I live near the ocean.
I love to dance.
Alone. Partnered. Fast. Slow. Indoors. Outdoors.
In the kitchen. On the playground. At the beach.
So whenever I need to hit the refresh button, clear my monkey mind or simply get my blood rushing…
I go outside and dance.
It matters not if people are in the park walking their dog or kicking the soccer ball.
Just like the early morning when I snapped this photo.
I was wearing a vintage frilly skirt, in the middle of a soccer field.
The wind was my partner. I closed my eyes and allowed her to sweep me off my feet.
I giggled. I felt free.
Even if you have no wind.
Give it a whirl … and tell me about it below!!