Today I had a conversation with a very good friend, who I’ve known for twenty years. She said she was having a sort of identity crisis that got kicked off when meeting some new people in a high-powered public setting and they asked what she did and since she was project less at the moment, she became tongue-tied and they moved on politely to the next person. Now, I am sure that this particular friend is just super sensitive to what all is going on with the planets right now (don’t ask me, look up my friend the astrologer Laura Waldman for insight at www.laurawaldmanastrology.com).

But I noticed that when my friend described a couple of reactions that she has had from some high-powered women, I felt really sad. I felt sad that those women did not have the awareness to realize what an incredibly special woman was standing before them. I felt sad that even in the year 2010, we humans still seem to be so focused on WHAT WE DO and not on WHO WE ARE.

This friend of mine has been such an important spiritual teacher to me through all kinds of thick and thin that I’ve been through over the last twenty years (and that’s in more ways than one!), she has a deep knowledge about life, about God, about animals and plants and if all that isn’t enough there have been delicious moments in our friendship when she makes me feel like I am about 8 years old—especially when we giggle so much I fear that I will pee in my pants! I am so grateful that I have the capacity to be aware of so many special people who are in my life today. Sometimes I feel like I must be in the center of an overflowing waterfall of lovely people. Real people. People who would be there for me (and have been there for me) when the rubber hits the road and the mud is flying all over the place.

These kind of people all around there for you too. It’s all about how deeply you’re willing to pay attention. How many more stories, fables or morals will we have to hear before we get it that WHAT WE DO is NOT WHO WE ARE? Sure, it’s great if you can run a multi-million dollar company, but I think it’s more important when you can enjoy the people you meet along the way because of whom they are and who you are, not because of what they can do for you.

I was thinking today of a friend that I’d become connected to on Facebook who is a fellow Coach and has gone through the same Coach Retreat training as I have. As I was thinking of this person and some other friends that I’ve gotten to know on FB, I had a warm glow in my heart for them because of how loving and sweet and caring they’ve been to me with absolutely no hope of gain from me other than my friendship. What is more important than that?

Believe me, if someone like me who can be one of the most skeptical people on this planet when it comes to other people can recognize the beauty within so many people and feel a genuine love for them I just know that you can as well. Do I really get angry at human actions and thoughts sometime? Oh, you know I do. Do I feel disappointed in human beings sometimes, of course I do. But if you think about it, statistically, out of billions and billions of people on this planet the odds are that there must be quite a large number of pretty amazing people out there for us to notice and enjoy. At least, that’s where I prefer to put my attention.

Who are you really? Follow your heart, it will always tell you the truth.

Love you!

Being married to a geek head comes in very handy at times and I am very grateful for all of my “honey’s” traits. I mean, at least he has something to show for his geek-i-ness such as being incredibly good with the computer and inventing all kinds of things to make home appliances work better. He’s almost a mad professor inventor scientist but I don’t think he’s created a time machine….that I know of…..!

Take right now for instance, he got a coke out of the fridge, drank it up and then disappeared from our office for about ten minutes and came back with the can all cut up and his cell phone inside of it. It seems that our cell phones are not getting as good of reception and so my loved one saw this invention on YouTube for creating a buffer for your cell phone from your computer. Better than paying the $190 we saw on E-Bay for a cell phone booster!

And there was the time that we were planning to go scuba diving at the Flower Gardens in the Gulf Coast in November when he proceeded to buy a thick mil wet suit that we didn’t have in our collection. I found him floating around in our swimming pool in the middle of November like a mini-Shamu that had escaped from Sea World. It would have never occurred to me to do that but his reasoning totally made sense when he reminded me how a wet suit works (water floats through it and gets warmed up by our own body and then holds the warmth in place) and that the ocean would be very cold in November. He wanted to test it out for himself so that he would be prepared for what the cold water would feel like since all we’d ever dove in was the warm Caribbean. Me? I ended up not going on that particular trip but I probably would have just waited until the trip itself to experience what it was like diving into the middle of the Gulf at night in freezing cold water and then figured out what to do on the way back to the boat freezing my patootie off!

Being married to a geek is great because he is so focused compared to my splintered off thinking patterns. Whereas I will think a multitude of thoughts in any one sitting, he will follow through one or two till he feels comfortable with their completion. And get this, he actually reads directions!! Can you believe it!? And also follows written instructions. After twenty years, some of his behaviors are rubbing off on me finally because I’m noticing more and more that it is occurring to me to read the directions to something first instead of just trying to figure out how to get from point A to point Q. After ten years of riding around with him in his Mazda with his radar detector, I finally understand which of the four buttons i need to press when the durn thing goes off like Will Robinson’s robot in the middle of a shopping center parking lot (reference to a very old TV show called Lost in Space from the sixties)….but it wasn’t from reading the directions…I just chose to listen attentively as my pilot explained it to me.

When we first got together, I was attracted to my husband because of his smoldering personality. We made it through the first seven years out of shear respect for each other and both having hard heads. For awhile, his inner geek would bug me because I did not understand the “code of the geek”. Somewhere along year 13 or so, I began to see the light and learned how to enjoy how my husband thinks and “is”. His sense of humor now makes sense to me. Like one time when we were having a close moment sitting at the edge of our pool and looking out at the wildflowers that had taken over our lawn, I asked him “what are you thinking?” and he replied, “about rocks”….and he was serious, he really was thinking about the rocks in our yard and how to move them and use them etc. We had a really good laugh over that! Today we use that discourse in many situations when I am trying to dig further down the rabbit hole than necessary.

If my husband is a geek, I’m not exactly sure what that makes me because it turns out that I am very interested in a lot of things that he is interested in but just don’t have the fortitude or tenacity to go after them like he does. Furthermore, I don’t know why a geek would want to be with someone like me who likes to dance through life like a whirling dervish but I can tell you for sure that there is a huge plus side to being married to a geek.

I’ve been writing letters to the voice within me (who I call “God”) since the beginning of May. Last night I sat out on our front porch to write my letter to God for the day and simultaneously attract my cat, K.C., out of her dark hiding place to come in for the night (she had been hunting a rather large mouse at dusk). The breeze was sultry and cool (amazing how non-stop days of triple digit heat can make evenings in the 80′s seem cool)….. K.C. never showed up (I suspect she munched on her mouse all night because she was very proud of herself when she greeted me this a.m.) but I did get in some rather important questions to God.

Such as, why is this writing down my soul stuff important? And, what questions do I need to be asking you God.

As usual, I had a montague of dreams that were shooting through my consciousness too fast for me to slow down until one scene. In this one scene I felt very afraid and I was screaming and then looked into a big mirror with a gold frame–still screaming–only to see someone else’s face so I shook my head a few times and then saw my own face. What was powerful about this was that the minute I saw my own face, I relaxed and calmed down and felt that internal peace. I also felt the loving presence of God behind me whispering into my ear that I was loved and that all was well.

Seems pretty significant to me. I’ve never “seen” my reflection within a mirror in a dream before. Maybe I can look for my hand next time?!

May you find that inner calm peace and self-love today and know that all is well in the present moment.