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This is bigger than Botox.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trust me, I‘m not about to judge how anyone faces the ch-ch-ch-challenges of aging.

Having just celebrated another birthday, it’s definitely a topic that’s on my mind.

And on my forehead.

And under my eyes.

And around my neck.

As far as Botox goes, I’ve personally never been a fan of injecting toxins into my face.

Ironically, I do inject all kinds of toxic thoughts every time I look in the mirror.

Seriously, I‘m the meanest of the mean girls to my own sweet face. (You should hear the way I snidely snipe every wrinkle, crinkle, bag and sag.)

But then, aren’t we all our own harshest critics?

And sadly, it’s not just women of a “certain age” either.

In this powerful video from Dove Real Beauty, seven women of various ages and backgrounds (none of them over forty), each are asked to describe their face “objectively” to a forensic sketch artist.

When a stranger was asked to describe the woman’s face, the difference in portraits and perception is staggering.

In every case, the woman saw the worst in herself. The stranger saw the best.

Of course, we do this to ourselves on a daily basis.

Have you ever looked at a photo of yourself when you were younger and thought “Wow, I looked pretty good.”

And then you sadly remember how  ”fat” and “ugly” you used to think you were.

Don’t you just want to shake the Younger You and tell her to be grateful for all that she has?

Well, one of the beautiful parts about aging is we get a chance to learn from the past.

Hopefully, with more awareness, we’ll start seeing ourselves through more loving eyes.

Here are some non-surgical techniques that I’ve been trying:

Fast-forward 10 or 20 years.

Imagine yourself in the future, looking at yourself now.

Chances are, the Older You would die for the imperfections that the Current You is obsessing about now.

Why wait?

Find something you love about your face right now. In this very moment.

No comparisons to how you used to look. Or how you’d look “if only.” Or how much better what’s-her-name looks.

See the best. Forget the rest.

Whatever we focus on gets bigger.

So, we can choose to zero in on our frown lines. Or to smile them away.

We can fixate on the bags under our eyes. Or see the light within them.

(And of course, a really good concealer doesn’t hurt, either.)

If you can’t say something nice…

Start noticing all the mean things you say right in front of your face.

How many times a day do you tell yourself how tired, old, wrinkled or ugly you look?

What if you stopped, looked yourself right in the eyes and said “I love you.”

In the beginning, this feels rather strange. (Especially if someone catches you doing it.)

But on days when I remember to be as loving to my own face as I am to others,  it seems like the whole world is a more loving place.

(I call that the Law of Reflection.)

Let’s fill our souls.

We live in a culture that’s more concerned with sagging skin than sagging spirits.

Again, I’m not passing judgment on Restylane, Juviderm or any facial filler.

But let’s face it, what good is being perfectly plumped on the outside, if you feel empty inside?

Most of us are so busy doing, fixing and accomplishing in the outside world, we forget to honor our inner world.

So, try this: The next time you tell yourself “I should blah-blah-blah-ing.,” hit the pause button.

Place your hand on your heart and ask  “What do I feel like doing?”

There is no age-defying product on any shelf as powerful as following the joyful calling of your heart.

Be a dragonfly.

Dragonflies spend most of their lives crawling around the bottom of a pond.

They don’t even grow their iridescent wings until much later in life.

What a beautiful reminder that it’s never too late for us to soar.

Stuck in the muck of our busy, no-time-to-breathe lives, we rarely allow ourselves to ponder new possibilities.

What would give your heart wings?

Have you always wanted to take tango lessons, go sky-diving, bake bread, throw pottery, go back to school or ________________?

Or maybe you just long to fly from flower to flower, savoring the beauty that’s around you.

Or need some down-time to hear your own inner voice.

Listen to this: Dragonfly Song

It’s based on a poem I wrote. And Aradhana Silvermoon, an angel-voiced dragonfly friend created and sings the song so soulfully.

I promise it will inspire you to rise above any self-limiting thoughts you’re stuck in.

Yes, it’s true that we’ll never look as young as we used to.

But each time we say “yes” to the flutter of our hearts, it’s youth serum for our souls.

And not even the best plastic surgeon on the planet can create that sparkle in your eyes.

My heart soars every time I hear from you “ageless, cageless soaring sages” (That’s from Dragonfly Song)
If you feel like it, please unzip your thoughts below.

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I hope you can wing it this Sunday.

Wow, time really does fly.

The Dragonfly Salon is this coming Sunday.

It was one thing to talk about having a “coming out party” for my paintings. And it’s another thing to actually be having  it.

I must admit, it’s been a dance between Oy and Joy.

Oy because it’s a little nerve-wracking to step out into the world and show your true colors. (Know what I mean?)

Joy because it’s what my heart is longing to do.

But I must admit, my paintings look pretty darn happy, hanging on the walls of such a nice spot in Century City.

I can hear them saying “It’s about time we got out of the garage and out into the world.”

As for me, I’m having the best time getting everything ready, being my Goddess-Is-In-The-Details-Self.”

Next on the agenda is sampling a Red Dragonfly Cocktail (or two).    

I can’t wait to clink one with you on Sunday.

I know I’ve told you ad nauseum, but I can’t help myself:

Sunday, March 17th, from 4-6pm*
BREADBAR at the Century City Mall
10250 Santa Monica Blvd.

* There’s also a yummy special price-fixed Dragonfly Dinner starting at 6:00 ($25 each).

Please RSVP for the Dragonfly Salon and/or Dinner as soon as humanly possible.

Just email me at wendi@ohmygoddess.com.

I hope you can come fly with me,
xoxoxWendi
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Getting unstuck from the muck.

When you see a dragonfly soaring in all her iridescent splendor, it’s hard to believe that such an elegant creature spent much of her life crawling around the bottom of a pond.

But it’s true. Dragonflies spend as much as four years in their larvae-like, creepy-crawly “nymph” phase,

And it isn’t pretty. (More like Alien than A Bug’s Life.)

But here’s the thing.

Even though a nymph’s appears to be mundane to the outside world, big changes are happening inside.

In fact, that little creature actually sheds her skin up to fifteen times before finally making a dramatic exit from the pond.

Then, when she’s finally ready to climb out, onto her launching pad (a reed or leaf), she lets go of her final layer of skin.

And tada! Her wings had been growing all along.

Now, does the dragonfly’s story remind you of anyone you know?

I thought so.

Haven’t we all found ourselves stuck in the muck of our own private ponds?

Sometimes no matter how hard we work to get out, it just feels like nothing is happening.

Whether your pond is a stagnant work situation, a stuck relationship issue or something in your life that just isn’t flowing, the dragonflies have a lesson for us all.

Here are some things I’ve been learning from them. Hopefully, they’ll help you:

Be one with the muck.

When we find ourselves crawling around in uncomfortable feelings, it’s human nature to want to get out.

But the truth is, allowing ourselves to feel and explore our frustration, pain, worry and uncertainty, is the only way to truly evolve.

Instead of cursing our time in the pond, let’s ponder  the gifts.

After all, it’s the courage to dive deep into emotional waters that grows our wings.

Stop bugging yourself.

Dragonflies have a distinct advantage over us. They don’t have to endure the agonizing, scrutinizing voice of their Inner Critic:

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?

“EVERYONE ELSE IS ALREADY FLYING!”

“GIVE UP! IT’S TOO LATE!”

To combat that constant and crippling critique, we need to first become aware of it.

Then, imagine turning down the volume on self-judgment. And turning up the wise, accepting voice that lives inside your heart.

Nourish yourself.

Dragonfly nymphs eat anything they can get their jaws on– insects, fish, tadpoles, you name it.

I suggest being more discriminating.

When you’re stuck in the muck, choose carefully. And I’m not just talking about nutritious, comforting food, either

Feed your soul with music, books, movies and things that feel yummy to you.

Surround yourself with humans who “get,” inspire and support Who You Really Are. And don’t be surprised if you have to shed some friendships along the way.

It’s just part of the process of becoming more and more your true dragonfly self.

Follow your flutter.

When you’re feeling overwhelmed and powerless in the outside world, try retreating to the quiet of your inside world.

Just place your hand on your heart and take a few deep breaths. As you go about your day, try to tune into the gentle yearnings of your heart.

Pay attention to that little fluttery feeling that urges you to take dance lessons, pick up an old book or have tea with someone you just met.

It may not make any sense at all. But you never know which tiny little leap of faith will eventually lead to your wings.

For instance, when I was unhappily stuck in the muck of my big fat Execu-woman job, I passed by a bulletin board in an art store.

For some random reason, a flyer about an art workshop in Mexico caught my eye.

Even though I knew I couldn’t go to Mexico, something told me to call the art teacher anyway. To my delight, she taught a local painting class one night a week

That one night a week eventually changed the whole trajectory of my life. You just never know.

Join the Dragonfly Movement.  

Just like the dragonfly nymph who dares one day to step onto a stem into the sunlight, I’m taking a leap of faith.

I’m following the voice of my intuition and starting a movement to inspire others to show their true           colors.

But first, I’m working up the courage to show mine.

For years I’ve kept my colorful, whimsical paintings stuck in the muck of my studio/garage.

But on March 17th, I’m finally giving my paintings wings and sending them out into the world as a collection of limited edition prints.

If you live in Los Angeles, I hope you can come to my Dragonfly Salon on Sunday, March 17th from 4-6pm at the fabulous BREADBAR in the Century City Mall. Click here to see the invitation. (I’d love to clink a Red Dragonfly Cocktail with you.)

But no matter where you live, I’d love to hear your dragonfly dreams. (Feel free to comment below.)

When you dare to share what’s in your heart, it lifts us all.

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Come to a Dragonfly Salon. (Wings optional.)

I’ve always loved the idea of those salons they had in 18th century Paris.

So, I’m throwing one in 21st century Los Angeles.

On Sunday March 17th, we’ll sip Red Dragonfly cocktails, enjoy tasty tidbits and celebrate the joy of showing our true colors.

I’ll be showing my first collection of limited edition Oh My Goddess prints.

And sharing some divine musings and schmoozings about the Dragonfly Movement. (It’s never too late to give your heart wings.)

I hope you’ll flutter by for an uplifting afternoon.

Sunday, March 17th, from 4-6pm*
BREADBAR at the Century City Mall
10250 Santa Monica Blvd.

* There’s also a yummy special price-fixed Dragonfly Dinner starting at 6:00 ($25 each).

Please RSVP by March 1st for the Dragonfly Salon, Dinner or both. Just email me at Wendi@OhMyGoddess.com. xoxoxo

(I’m so looking forward to seeing your face in person.In the meantime. I’d love to know what you think about this wing-ding.)
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What makes your heart dance?


It’s almost Valentines Day. My absolute favorite holiday.

I just love a day that’s all about Love.

But, this year, there’s a lot more than hearts and flowers on my mind.

I am totally moved by a movement called One Billion Rising.

This Thursday is V-day.

One billion people all over the world will be dancing to end violence against women.

I can’t think of anything more important. Or urgent. (Did you know that 1 in 3 women will be abused or raped in their lifetime?)

But  here’s the thing:

I am not in a dancing mood.

I’m kinda embarrassed to say that.

But the truth is, I just came back from seeing my mother in a very depressing nursing home.

And I’m also very shaken that my only son is away at a therapeutic boarding school.

There’s a voice inside my head (yep, Edna) who keeps ranting about  how selfish it is to be thinking about myself when women all over the world are suffering through much worse things than I am.

I’ve tried to talk myself into “rising” to the occasion and joining my goddess girlfriends in their divine flash mob.

But honestly, my heart and nerves just can’t handle any kind of a mob right now.

Then, I had a revelation.

We’re talking about ending violence against women.
And I keep beating myself up.

Instead of being kind and loving to the vulnerable mother and daughter who I am right now, I keep pushing and punishing myself.

But then I got it:

We each have our own dance to do.

Mine is with words and colors. Not hips and feet.

It takes practice to rise about the prison of self-criticism. And to follow the beat of our own hearts.

But it’s so liberating.

I felt such joy painting this painting and writing this post in the quiet of my little sanctuary.

When we give ourselves the freedom to fully be ourselves, I believe we are helping to free every other woman on the planet.

Whatever dance you choose to do, let’s end violence against women.

Starting with the woman right there in your mirror.

Happy V-Day. I’d love to hear what your heart has to say about this. (Just comment below.)

Much love,Wendi

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