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After 25 years as an
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woman I'm on a
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women to unzip their
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Do you know a Goddess
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Each month we'll honor
a woman who has
changed her life or
someone else's. 

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nominate yourself or
another goddess
(and tell me why).

What are you giving yourself for Mother’s Day?


Even if you don’t have a child, you deserve a gift this Sunday.

After all, Mother’s Day is all about giving.

And Goddess knows, you’re a Giver (with a capital “G.”)

You give to your family, your friends, your work, your pets, your community, your causes, your you-name-it’s.

But, what about Yourself?

What about that  little girl inside of you who gets lost in the endless to-do lists of your grownup life?

You know, the one who tries so hard to make everyone else happy that she forgets to listen to the voice of her own heart?

How about nurturing and nourishing your Inner Child?

This Sunday, give her the priceless gift of being heard.

It’s easy. Just find a quiet place away from any resident eye-rollers. (You know who I mean.)

Take a few deep breaths, give yourself a great big hug and ask, “What do you need right now?”

Then, listen.

It may take a little while. (After being neglected for so long, your Inner Child may be a little shy about speaking up.)

But if you’re patient, you’ll hear her shy, sweet little voice.

She may ask for a nap, a playdate or a bubble bath.

Perhaps she wants some cookies and milk, a hula hoop or some crayons.

Or maybe she’d just like to hear some of those things that most of us didn’t hear enough of as a child.

Like “You don’t have to be perfect. Just be yourself.”

Or “I know you’ll do the right thing. I believe in you.”

(Ahhh….breathe that in. It’s not something you’ll find at Bloomingdale’s.)

This Sunday, give your Inner Critic the day off.

And see what a gift it is to re-parent yourself with such whole-hearted acceptance.

The thing is, the more we learn to give to ourselves in this loving, non-judgmental way, the more we have to give everyone else.

Including our own mothers.

All my love to the sweet child that you are.
xoxoxoWendi

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Ask. And who knows what you’ll receive.

If you’re like me, you got the message from a very young age that “nice girls don’t ask.”

We wait to be asked. To the prom or to be promoted.

And yet, the oldest book in the world tells us “Ask and it is given.”

Well, I’ve got a feeling that when you hear this  story of mine,  you’ll be inspired to do more asking.

Here goes:

One day, a couple of months ago, Lucky and I were taking a walk.

He was sniffing daffodils.

And I was worrying about how to balance the dreams in my heart with the bills on my desk.

(I’m sure all you multi-tasking goddesses know what I mean.)

I decided to delegate.

And placed a call to the “Ultimate Virtual Assistant.”

In other words, I prayed  (to God, Goddess, the Universe, anyone who would listen):

“Please help me unzip my true gifts onto a larger stage.”

I don’t know where those words came from. But it felt like the deepest recesses of my soul.

For eons, I’ve felt a calling to unzip my voice infront of a huge group of women,.

I envisioned speaking from my heart, with my paintings projected on a giant screen behind me.

But in reality, I’ve only spoken to a few small groups. (60 women at the most.)

After “placing my order”, I let it go and went home to write some copy for a car client.

Get this:

A couple of hours later, someone  I didn’t know, emailed me, asking if I’d be the  keynote speaker for an annual, sold-out event called “Hats Off To Women” to benefit a hospital foundation.

Honest to goddess, she said there would be over 400 women!

(Yep, that was definitely a larger stage.)

Evidently, they were looking for someone “funny, inspiring and uplifting” and found me through my recent article on Maria Shriver’s blog.

I’ve had some pretty woo-woo things happen in my life. (Remember the dragonflies?)

But this one was woo-woo up the wazoo.

Yet, when I think about it, this miracle didn’t just happen out of the thin air.

I’ve been studying creative visualization, manifestation and affirmations for years.

(I even taught my 80-year old Mom to visualize parking places.)

So, I’m asking you: what’s something you’ve been longing for?

1. See yourself experiencing it. This might sound kind of dorky, but a few years back, when I heard Marianne Williamson speak, I actually stood on the stage just to see how it felt.

So, if you’re asking for true love, see yourself walking hand in hand with your beloved.  (Maybe down the aisle with twinkle lights and the scent of gardenias.)

Fill in as much detail as your imagination can muster. (C’mon, what have you got to lose?)

2. Feel the emotions. Now, imagine what it will feel like when you get what you’re asking for.

(Will you be giddy, crying happy tears, feeling inner peace, pride, relief or what?)

It helps to revisit a time when you’ve  felt those feelings before.

Before falling asleep at night, I always picture my first speech and how it felt to really connect with the audience.  I feel the joy of hearing their laughter. And the gratitude of knowing I’m making a difference in their lives.

What’s that moment for you? Just keep replaying  it like your favorite scene from a movie.

3. Do something about it. But don’t just sit there. Your “ Ultimate Virtual Assistant” can’t do everything.

Take a deep breath and a small leap of faith. Start with a couple of  tangible steps toward your dream.

For me, that meant investing time and money into a speaking intensive.

And over a year ago, when I saw a sparkly dress in a store window that I thought would be perfect for my
my first speaking engagement “someday,” I bought it.

(Yes, I knew it would look good with my paintings.)

Of course, my  Inner Critic, Edna thought I was nuts.

But all year long, that dress hung in my closet as a symbol of my believing.  And, as you can see, I finally got to wear it last Friday.

4. Keep your eye on the prize. Not the details. Remember, I asked  “help me unzip my gifts onto a larger stage.”

I didn’t say when or where or how big of an audience. (Trust me, I never would have had the guts to ask for 400!)

In his brilliant books, Manifesting Change and Leveraging the Universe , Mike Dooley says to leave the “cursed hows” up to the universe.

In other words, if you’re asking for your soulmate, envision what it will feel like to be with him. Not how tall he is or what kind of car he drives.

Go for the essence. Let go of the form.

(I learned this big time when I fell in love with Will  who is shorter than me. 26 years later, it’s still the best choice I ever made.)

5. Be grateful for what you have. Don’t you like helping someone who is appreciative and thanks you?

In fact, the more they appreciate us, the harder we want to work for them. Right?

Well, I believe the universe works the same way.

The more thank you notes we send for what
we already have, the more magic comes our way.

So, what magic is  your heart hoping to receive?

Maybe by unzipping your voice in this nice safe space,
you’ll be one step closer to your dream.

If you don’t ask, you’ll never know.

 

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Her story could transform yours.


Wendy Sue Noah: First Goddess of Transformation.

 

To me, a Goddess of Transformation is someone who has struggled. And has discovered the gifts of her struggle.

By finding what’s right when things go wrong, she changes the circumstances of her life. And inspires others to do the same.

Wendy Sue Noah is such a goddess.

Sitting across from her at Junior’s Deli in Westwood, watching Wendy savor every sip of a Dr. Brown’s Celery Soda, I felt like we’d known each other for years.

There she was, this vivacious, accomplished Boston transplant, who had graduated from college with honors and went on to become one of the social networking pioneers behind Match.com.

Nothing in her sparkly presence hinted at the fact that just a few years ago, Wendy and her five children had been homeless in Los Angeles.

I’m convinced that someday her life will be a movie (or maybe even a mini-series).

But for now, here’s one small chapter of it, in Wendy’s words:

Her struggles:

One day, my 8-year old daughter, Ocean, stated matter-of-factly:

“Mom, I never want to be like you when I grow up. I never want to be married to a man who beats me up and yells at me all the time.”

That was a turning point. I knew that things had to change, not just for me, but for my children.

So, I started to stand up to my controlling, violent and aggressive husband.  He did not appreciate the “new me”and ordered me to pack my bags and leave him and my five kids behind.

When I refused, he filed a temporary restraining order against me, telling the judge that I was, in fact, the abusive one.

On September 29, 2007, I was served and allowed just 15 minutes to collect a few valuables from my “home” of 10 years.

In this one day, I was homeless, childless and penniless.

Not being able to see, kiss or hold my babies, all I could do was pray and cry.

Her turning point: 

Since my family was back East and my friends were up North (where I lived before meeting my ex), I had nowhere to turn but to a Higher Source.

“Dear God, I have nothing but you.  No home, no children, no  money, no family… so take me and do what You will — if you want me to have full custody of the children, so be it, I will do whatever I need to do to give them the best life I can.”

Miraculously, my ex-husband’s, ex-wife opened her home and heart to me. With a roof over my head, I managed to gather the strength to find free legal help from the Harriet Buhai Center for Family Law.

Against all odds, I eventually won full custody, even without a home, job or money.

Her gifts:

Focus on what you do have: Whether we were in a homeless shelter or a raunchy motel room, I consciously focused on the fact that we had a roof over our head, clothes on our back, food to eat, etc. By focusing on the positives, it helped propel me forward to what was next.

An attitude of gratitude: I made a choice to be grateful for the smallest morsel of progress and every smile from my 10-month old baby boy. When I saw my glass as half full, instead of half empty, it kept filling up with more blessings!

The power of giving: The one thing I had was a lot of  food stamps (due to having so many kids).The other guests at the shelter did not have this abundance, so I took them to the market and fed many of them for many nights. The more I gave, the more the universe gave me.

The big beautiful Noah tribe.

You’ll be happy to know that these days, Wendy and her tribe are thriving, grateful to be living in their own Home Sweet Home.

While the kids are at school, Wendy works in marketing and social networking.

She also uses her gifts as a “Master Manifester,” to help others transform lives from the inside out. (Who could possibly have better credentials?)

In awe of this amazing woman, I just had to ask how she can handle five children with such grace (when some days, I can barely deal with one 16 year old).

Her answer comes in the form of Mother Theresa’s famous quote: ”God doesn’t give you anything you can’t handle, I just wish He didn’t trust me so much.”

I am sure Wendy still has plenty of “oys” in her life.

But this Goddess of Transformation has clearly learned to harness the power of the joys.

And what a gift that is for all of us.

For more inspiration, reach her at: WendySue@live.com www.LadyClarity.com and @WendySueNoah on Twitter.

And please contact this Wendi  (that would be Me) at wendi@ohmygoddess.com with your nominations for Goddess of Transformation. (Yes, you can even nominate yourself.)

And as always, feel free to unzip your thoughts and feelings below.

After all, your story could help transform someone else’s.

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Let’s talk conversation hearts, okay?

There’s something about those kitschy little hearts that, well….speak to me.

In fact, they just reminded me that maybe it’s time we changed our conversation about Valentines Day.

Don’t get me wrong.

I love hearts.

I love romance.

And I especially love a holiday that’s all about expressing love.

But the “sweet nothings” someone else whispers to us are not nearly as meaningful as the “not-so-sweet” things that we say to ourselves.

Whether we’re married or single, in a flourishing relationship or one that’s withering, the most important love connection we will ever make is with our own hearts.

In fact, I’d go so far as to say that every relationship in our lives is a reflection of how we feel about ourselves. (And I bet my therapist would agree.)

Where are those words of love to ourselves?

Self-love isn’t just about getting pedicures or taking bubble baths.

It’s about the words we choose and the tone we take when we talk to ourselves.

Let’s face it, not too many of us look in the mirror and say, “Hey cutie” or “Luv ya.”

In fact, if you start paying attention to your self-talk, you’ll hear things you’d never dream of saying to someone else.

We call ourselves names. (“Stupid” and “Sloppy” and “_______”. (Fill in with your favorite form of diminishment.)

We compare and contrast our lips, skin, thighs, butts, stomachs, hair, love life, children, talents and “you-name-its” to our friends and strangers, cover girls and movie stars.

We analyze, scrutinize and terrorize ourselves with a judgmental “tsk-tsk” tone.

Of course, we don’t mean to treat our precious selves so harshly.  But it’s what we’re programmed to do.

Somewhere, somehow, we got the message it wasn’t “nice” to love ourselves. And that we just plain weren’t enough.

Of course, our Inner Critics took it from there.

(In fact, Edna, my Inner Critic, thinks this is my most ridiculous post yet.)

But what I’ve learned is, the more kindness, compassion, acceptance, patience and love we give ourselves, the more we receive from the outside world.

So, in the spirit of self-love, here are five Valentine gifts you could easily give yourself:

1. Baby yourself. We love babies unconditionally. Really, have you ever said “You dummy. Don’t you know how to walk yet?”

We tell them “Good try” when they teeter on their wobbly little legs. We know they’re learning and growing. And we love them for it. (Hint-hint.)

2. See the good in You. Next time you look in the mirror, instead of automatically zeroing in on what you don’t like, shift your focus.

Find something positive to say. (Even if it’s as little as “Wow, that pimple is almost gone.”) Me? I’m training myself to notice the color of my eyes instead of the dark circles under them.

3. Ask and you’ll receive. If you had a friend who looked absolutely exhausted, you probably wouldn’t say, “You look like shit.” You’d more likely ask lovingly,”Ahhh, you’ve been through it. What would make you feel better?”  Take the time to listen to your answer. That’s self-love.

4. Think before you speak. When my son was in kindergarten, he was taught to ask three questions before speaking to someone: “Is it kind? Is it necessary? Is it true?” I never forgot those questions. And neither should you when talking to yourself.

5. Change the conversation. You might want to make yourself some of your own little conversation hearts. They’re not bad for your teeth. And all you need is some paper and a pen.

Just tape your own little messages on your mirror, under your pillow or whatever you could use some love.

And this year,why settle for just a Happy Valentines Day.

Why not give yourself the gift of self-love all month long.

One conversation at a time.

With so much love,
Wendi

P.S. It would make my heart especially happy if you’d share what’s in yours below. Or join the growing goddess-to-goddess conversation on Facebook.

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Change your mind. And see what else changes.

There’s a lot of talk about change these days.

Climate change. Economic change. Global change.

(Not to mention, hormonal changes.)

Whether you believe that 2012 marks the end of the world or the start of a better one, there’s one thing we can be sure of:

Things will change.

They always do.

And while there will always be plenty of things we can’t control, we can control how we look at them.

Take my hair, for instance.

Growing up in the era of Twiggy, I wanted long, straight hair more than life itself.

But no matter how much I wrapped it, ironed it or Curl-Freed it, the moment I hit the moist Bay Area air, it would just go BOING!!!

Finally, after years of Hair Hatred, I chose to look at my hair differently.To see it as a creative, expressive part of who I am. (Now, I even celebrate its twirls and swirls in my paintings.)

Continue reading Change your mind. And see what else changes.

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