She embodied freedom ~ Deb

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“She embodied her freedom when she got outside her body.” ~Deb

 

OKAY. Let’s talk about something uncomfortable.
As we age, we like and love our body less and less…RIGHT?

Are you listening to me now? We grumble and frown at the softening belly, the wrinkles and crinkles.
We notice our diminishing libido, stamina and effervescence.

So why not celebrate and embrace it? Let’s get out of our head and body.

Let’s do a cartwheel. Let’s wiggle our hips. Let’s sing real loud with the radio.
Let’s learn archery. Let’s try kickboxing. Let’s skip rope.

Let’s JUMP IN A POOL LIKE A CANNON BALL.

Let’s go back to when we were child-like and carefree.

Come on…I dare you. Let go. Rip it up. BE FREE.

Join me on Instagram and Facebook by tagging your self-portraits #sheembodiedfreedom

I.DARE.YOU.

…and just in case you missed my one minute video from the pool…click here

 

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She embodied freedom ~ Jennifer

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“She embodied freedom amidst the flowers.” ~Jennifer

 

By now, it’s no secret that I love flowers. They are a part of my being. They are my attachment to the past, my link to everyday life, and the garland of dreams that connects me to the future. I feel a spark of inspiration when I see, touch, and smell flowers. I experience an amazing sense of liberation when I stand in a meadow blooming with Queen Anne’s lace, echinacea, aster, and cosmos.

Certain flowers remind me of life stages through which I have passed. To this day, lavender means freedom to me. Those spiky purple stalks take me back to my first summer study abroad and the lavender fields whizzing by the windows of the TGV as I traveled to the south of France. When it came time to go home, I filled my suitcase with dried lavender flowers in sachets of provencal fabric to give as souvenirs and to keep as fragrant reminders of my experiences.

In subsequent years, I would return to France for employment. Each trip was an adventure, sometimes frightening but always freeing. One summer I took a day trip to an island covered in lavender fields. Another summer, I stood in awe when thousands of lavender pots were placed in the Place des Vosges for a festival. Each time I returned to the US, my bags were bursting with lavender sachets and bottles of lavender oil.

Now that I am the mother of two small children, I don’t have much free time at all. And so, when I need a bit of solitude, I step outside. During the summer months, I am lured to our lavender bushes. They hum with the buzzing of bees and they sway ever so gently in the hot breeze. The majestic purple color and the pungent scent transport me to a time and place of freedom. They ground my physical self in the present, they conjure up fond memories of the past, and they ignite my imagination with thoughts of what is yet to come.

 

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She embodied freedom ~ Bella

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“She embodied freedom – even in the simple moments.” ~Bella

 

It used to be that I would rush through my mornings in an effort not to be late for work. I simply breezed through my morning routine without pause with one goal in mind: get to work on time. Oh, how things have changed.

 

At the beginning of June, I quit my job. I had been thinking about leaving for a while but had yet to gather enough courage to leave for good. There is also a healthy amount of fear I have built up around being in the market for a new job. With my husband’s support, I would spend the summer at home while searching for a new and perfect to me job.

 

Not having to hurry out the door meant I could hit the snooze button and sleep a little longer. I could indulge in a nice long stretch before getting up to pour myself a cup of coffee. Oh, and the coffee! I could savor each sip and have a second cup if I chose to. There is freedom to breathe inside of these choices.

 

I wonder if when I get a new job I should wake up an hour earlier to enjoy these rituals that provide me a sense of peace and calmness. The sacrifice is little and the gain is huge. These mornings truly make me feel like I’m embodying freedom, and it would be a disservice to move through the day any other way.

 

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She embodied freedom

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Welcome to July here at She is Three! This month we are focusing on the concept of freedom. Where do you feel it in your body? When do you experience it? What does embodying freedom look like for you? Whether your definition is temporal, spatial, or physical, we hope you’ll join us in exploring this month’s prompt. Take it literally or put a figurative spin on it. Above all, we invite you to visually voice how you embody freedom. Remember to post your self-portraits on Instagram using the hashtags #sheisthreedotcom #sheembodiedfreedom so we can find you!

 

Come by the blog again on the 14th, 21st, and 28th when we share our quotes and the written stories behind our photos. Until then, here’s a little peek at each of us behind the scenes!

 

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When she noticed ~ Deb

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“When she noticed her unbalance, she went to the beach.” ~Deb

I can get caught up in daily mundane business. Family matters, deadlines and personal demands.
The unnecessary expectations and double parking of my attentions.
I feel out of touch. My feet don’t even feel grounded to Mother Earth.
I can become cranky and not so fun to be around.

So the perfect medicine for me is to get in my car, drive seven short miles to the beach and stand by the water’s edge. The crashing waves. The negative ions of the salty air. The warm sand under my bare feet. The sun on my shoulders.

All these elements line up perfectly when I need to “get right.”
My balance has returned. I feel grounded and strong again. Refreshed. Renewed. Reborn.

I am so fortunate to live near the ocean to receive her gifts like this on a daily basis.
If only I would pay attention and notice it before I get cranky !!

“The cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears, or the sea” ~ Isak Dinesen ~

 

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When she noticed ~ Jennifer

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“When she noticed the difference, she knew the sacrifice was worth it.” ~Jennifer

 

For months, I was feeling sluggish. There were times when I truly needed to go at a snail’s pace. I accepted it, giving myself permission to do what my body needed. Rest was one of those physical needs. I started going to bed earlier, even when the kitchen was a mess, the mail (both paper and electronic) was piled up, and there wasn’t a clean pair of matching socks in the house. Once my children were tucked in (for the umpteenth time), I let my body sink into the mattress. I melted into a delicious sleep most nights, but still wasn’t ready to get up in the morning. There never seemed to be enough time in the day, so I’d forego my morning walk to catch up on laundry, pay bills, unload and reload the dishwasher, or address the messes that had accumulated.

Then one morning, I crumbled. The kids were bickering, the cats were fighting, and my husband and I were both tired, grumpy, and hungry. Somehow I ended up half screaming, half crying that I needed two hours every morning to go walk by myself. He and I both knew that wasn’t realistic. He understood the feeling, though, because he is much the same way. He suggested that I wake up even earlier (like he does) to guarantee enough time to get my exercise, my nature fix, and my solitude. Ugh. The mere thought of less sleep made me more tired.

The next morning, I tried it anyway. While my husband held down the fort, I walked and I wandered for ninety minutes. My feet hurt and I was parched, but it was fantastic otherwise. I listened to the songbirds as I moved. I worked up a sweat. I enjoyed the morning light and the soft breeze. I noticed some sparks within me reigniting, some synapses firing, some voids beginning to fill. Then I spent some time with my old friends, the lupines and the buttercups. Oh how I had missed the wonderful feeling of being surrounded by flowers. By the time I got home, I was relaxed, refreshed, and ready for the day ahead.

There were still plenty of challenges to face, but I was more patient, more present, and more optimistic that day. Even though I had given up some of my precious sleep time, I felt energized. I’ve been getting up early every single day since then, because when I noticed the difference, I knew the sacrifice was worth it.

 

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When she noticed ~ Bella

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“When she noticed life as it was happening.” ~Bella
 
I am entering this season of warmth and light with a new sense of clarity. Friends, it feels refreshing. It is a very soft landing after months of internal disorder.

What is different about now? So much. My senses have come back to life and my nerve endings tingle with admiration, anticipation, and enthusiasm for even the most mundane experiences. I greet everything / everyone that comes into my orbit as if it were our first time meeting. I’m noticing life as it is happening around me, and oh is it ever exhilarating.

I live in the suburbs of New York City, the biggest and brightest city in the world. It is easy for me to hop in the car or to catch a bus and a short 20 minutes later, I’m in Manhattan. The city pulses with life and excitement. With that much energy flowing so close to home, it is a joy for me to visit once or twice a month for no reason at all except to roam and explore different neighborhoods.

Recently I shared with a friend how I love to visit the city. This friend lives closer to the city than I do but confided in me that he doesn’t ever go because he is not familiar with the streets or how to get from one place to another. I thought about that for a while. I thought about how I need those doses of energy that city life gives me to balance the peace I experience from living in suburbia. I thought about how every one of my senses comes life by inserting myself into a new place and how good that is for my soul. I thought about how stimulating the senses helps me stay aware and mindful of the world around me.

And then I made a connection. If I were to live inside of fear, I would lose my sense of wonder and curiosity. Fear is a huge inhibitor. It paralyzes and stifles. I understand that we all live with fear on different levels and truly, I am still stunted in areas because of fear. (I’m working on it). I also view it as an invisible barrier and once we break through it, we level up to our next opportunity to greet life in a whole new way.

For a very long time I allowed grief to swallow me up and consume all of my thoughts. I prolonged a dalliance with pharmaceuticals because they masked and dulled all of the feelings. That was fear. I found the courage to work through those feelings and the end result has been clarity, wonder, and curiosity for all the experiences. Now, I am living and noticing every detail of my everyday. It is a practice in presence. It keeps me thirsty for so much more.

P.S. If you feel like awakening your senses is what you need most right now, join me this July for The Holy Hush where we will explore self care through journaling, meditation, photography, and sensual rituals. You can read more here: creativesensual.com
 

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When she noticed

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Summer officially begins this month, and our days are busier than ever. At the beginning of this year, we chose the prompt “When she noticed…” for June. We didn’t have any preconceived notions then or now. When it came time to take our self-portraits, we simply showed up. We took those moments in front of the camera to check in with ourselves. We each noticed something different; something that we needed.
 
Have you noticed anything new or different in your life this month? What was the effect of noticing? How can you express those sentiments via self-portraiture? We three invite you to give it a try. We’d love to see your images added to our community pool by using the hashtags #sheisthreedotcom #whenshenoticed when you post your self-portraits on Instagram. At the same time, we understand if that doesn’t feel right for you. Either way, we hope you’ll show up for yourselves and notice what is calling you.
 
Do come back here on the 14th, 21st, and 28th of June to read the stories behind our photos. For now, here’s a little sneak peek:

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Does she walk her talk ~ Deb

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“Does she walk her talk or run her mouth?” ~ Deb

 

I blog. I instagram. I facebook. I tweet.

I show up here twice a month to reveal my truth with self-portraits and stories beyond my photo.

But am I exposing my true self? Do I bring forth my authentic self?

Some days are hard. Some prompts are painful. Sometimes I have no time.

Yet when I get outside my head and back into my body, I go to the river and sit on the grass and make a self-portrait that reveals exactly what I am feeling; the true talk of my day.
I really do have hard days that challenge my well-being and my soft-shelled heart.
I walk thru it with my head high, arms flexed and chin up, all the while knowing that I can rise above the situation and turn it around into a happy moment.

And for me, that is walking my talk.

 

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Does she walk her talk ~ Jennifer

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“She had to stop and think: does she walk her talk?”

 

What is my talk? I had a really hard time trying to pin down exactly what that means. As I sat on a rock next to the daffodils, I stopped to listen. I didn’t hear any clear answers, so I kept sitting there. I stared at the water and felt the cold breeze, thankful that I had thought to grab a coat. I enjoyed hearing the sweet chirping of goldfinches and cardinals, punctuated by the occasional trill of the redwing blackbird. The wind chimes rang in the background, always there to offer a song. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I inhaled until my lungs filled to the point of satiation. Then I let go.

Suddenly, I realized that I had just practiced walking my talk, so to speak. The themes of patience, nature, and letting go had surfaced once again. I don’t know all the answers. Not by any means. Besides, the ones I really want to know aren’t spelled out in any book or illustrated in any chart. They are nestled in the crevices of everyday life. They are inscribed on the petals of a flower. They are written in the bark of the trees. They are emanating from the purr of a cat. They are flowing amidst the ocean waves and gently lapping against the shores of the pond. They are whispering in the tall grass and floating through the air on dandelion seeds.

The answers I seek are subtle yet enormous. They are incredibly simple and yet so hard to attain. How can I be more loving, accepting, patient, and free? How can I release the fears, frustrations, worries, and old patterns still lurking in the shadows? How can I embrace this life with my eyes open and my heart pure? How can I bring light into the world? Even though I don’t have all the answers, I trust that I am slowly unearthing glimmers of them along the way. I never stop moving forward, watching for the next spark, the next shimmer, the next bright spot.  I’ll continue to experience dark and doubtful days, of course, but I do know two things: the darkness always passes, and connecting with nature never fails to show me the light.

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