In the stillness is clear reflection.reflections
In the stillness we can see it: reflections are everywhere around us, every person, every tree, every event…Everything is a reflection.

The stillness hold that secret. In the stillness is the power of seeing and knowing that.

Everything is a reflection.

What projections are you harboring? What could that blame or judgement you hold of others be telling you about you? What could that reflection possibly teach you about yourself today?

Oh my. Argggg. yeow.


Let the stillness in.

Let the ownership begin.

Own the power and beauty of reflection.


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The Beauty Path

This morning I was out running and tried a new form of appreciation… started saying this to leafeverything I laid eyes on, “oh my god, you are the most beautiful — (fill in the blank–tree, squirrel, leaf, etc)”.  It was mind blowing. Really got the idea of the ‘beauty path’ the native american speak of. There is such beauty everywhere.

Then I read something on Facebook about self love…so I tried applying that to myself: I AM the most beautiful Nicola Gordon I know!! so interesting how squeamish I feel doing that.  Does my honoring of my beauty somehow nullify your beauty? No way. It adds to it. 

You ARE the most beautiful— (fill in the blank with your name) you know, Yes?  Yes!

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Letting go.

Birthday hot fudge sundae.

hot fudge sundaefirst one in two years.

yes, he finished most of it. That’s what birthdays are for; to celebrate. See, he doesn’t believe in birthdays, but he does believe in ice cream. Newport Creamery. we used to go there when I was a kid. There were pictures all over the walls of the old stores. This is new England, the land of many memories. Past memories, present time, this is such a profound practice at this juncture of my life. Continue reading

Joy Abundance Gratitude JAG


JAG on.

zig, zag, jig, jog, JAG.

these are my three words for the day.
zig, zag, jig, jog, JAG.

Just letting them in.

Feeling into their presence in my life.

breathing them.


zig, zag, jig, jog, JAG.

join me, would you?
Or, better yet, make your own up.
What will your three words be?
How will you open your new day?
Have it be the golden can opener to a new way.
a crazy stroll into a bright parade.
the wild new dress of your determinationJag on.
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It could be better.

pink treesToday is the raw material for you to mould as you will (I first wrote ‘mold’, I knew something was wrong there!). Do you worry about the outcome? Are you resisting something? Do you find your self fretting about this or that? Of course, that is part of it all.

Well, whenever you do notice yourself in that worry space, here’s a chance to try an experiment, take a different approach.

A worry thought? Oh, my! stop take a breath.  Now say thank you to the worry thought.  Really? Really! ….Thank you for waking me up.

Then ask, ‘I wonder how this situation could turn out better than I even imagined?’ Send love and positive expectation forward into your day and see if the world suddenly seems a little friendlier.


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This Supremely Messy Life

Breathing into this cloud-covered morning2014-02-02 06.57.38, the light streaming through the window, triumphantly proclaiming yet another new day.

Honoring my fear and my excitement about my own steps to take this day, coaching, connections, new programs, laundry, gardens, old songs, new song, classes. Holding my Dad and his challenges, getting the front rail put in, getting ready to travel…
…oh and there’s more…

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Your wild dream

Take the time to feel the empty spaces. path wildfwers
The spaces hold possibility.
In the cracks between worlds all things are possible.

What is your wild dream?
What is your most vibrant truth for this life?
What is your gift to give?

Go to that open space of possibility and hold these sacred questions.
Place them on the altar of your emptiness.
Give thanks as this new day comes into your being and lights the way.

There is space for you and your expression in this world.

Is it time?
What would you do?


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Baby Steps

dancing orchidToday is a new day. What does that mean? That means you can make new decisions; have a new commitment to your joy…whatever that is. It doesn’t have to be a big woew-zam-change-everything blitzkrieg.  What about baby steps, just commit to leaning into whatever joy is calling at the moment?

An small act of kindness towards someone out of the blue, taking a moment to admire a cool flower, a smile as a person is passing, a prayer for someone you know could use it, a letting go of a grudge, a little dance between your desk and the water cooler…

What little steps could you take to lean towards joy today?


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Gratitude for the Learning

Can you be grateful for the pain?

Can you see, even a little bit, how having this experience is cracking you open?


I know, looking back it’s a lot easier to see it.  And sometimes that’s all you can do.

I see that breaking up with my husband, wow, now exactly 30 years ago, was one of the most profound shifts, hardest lessons and deepest learnings I have had in my life.

At the time, I was running for my life, and the life of my child. I realized I might physically died if I stayed, and I was terrified to leave. Having an almost 2-year old child in toe, no money and no place to go added a little to the intensity. I chose to leave.

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The Wild Beast

I have a wild beast in me.  She comes at odd times. She’s a hungry beast. She roams the kitchen looking for her rexprey.  Popcorn, chips, sugar stuff, chocolate, fried food…all the things I know I ‘shouldn’t’ eat, and, quite frankly, I don’t have a lot of in my house.  Roar, where’s the chocolate? Roar, let’s have a pop tart..roar…maybe two…rrrroarrrr!  She on the prowl, ready to devour.  If the call is strong enough, there’s no stopping her.

Over the years, I have succumbed to her, I have fought with her, tried to cage her with diets and fasting, which only makes her more ferocious. Over the years, I am learning to make her my friend.

 At first, I was pretty much at her mercy. I still have this memory, my first year of college, far from home, freaked out and 17, Madison, Wisconsin; sitting with a friend in front of the dorms and eating, together, a big ol’ honkin’ loaf of french bread. Weird. I never got fat. My metabolism didn’t do that. I just got sick.  I got sick a lot as a child.

What I have found through years of twists and turns, is that this wild beast in me is my ally. She’s the guardian at the gate of my strong emotions. Emotions that I have stuffed because, for some reason or another, they were not safe to feel. old, outdated reasons. When I take the time to stop and actually let myself feel, the beast calms down. 

What I have also noticed in my exploration is that the beast thrives in the shadows.  She lurks in secret places. As soon as I call her out, bring her into the light of awareness, face into what is going on, she starts to loose her ferocity.

I can’t say I’m ‘cured’, don’t think I ever will be.  Through all my humanness, the hungry beast is there. She is the gateway to those feelings I might try to deny, hide, run from, project onto others. Yep, there’s another one, and another…I have come to appreciate the her in me as a present, wild and powerful companion.

 I don’t know if you remember my potato chip exploration a while back, this is definitely a continuation of that post.  I don’t have alcohol addiction, cigarettes or heroin, but I have food.  In this day and age we all have pretty easy access to whatever we want food-wise.  My drug of choice.  And since I haven’t figured out how to give it up totally, and quite frankly don’t want to, it’s a provocative dance that returns many times during the day.

What is your drug of choice?  Socially acceptable things like potato chips n’ ice cream, or maybe the ‘heavier’ stuff?  It’s all the same cry. What screams to you when big feelings come on?  I invite you to stop, to notice, to open the gates of your inner world. Share your exploration with someone safe, get it out of hiding.

The wild beast is trying to tell you something. 

Is it time to listen? 

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