Posted by: Suzan | October 26, 2009

AWAKENING TO BLISS

This poem is an inspiration from my Women Together retreat week-end which I’ve just returned from near Big Bear, CA. I’ve been awakened to my bliss and wanted to share this with you….I connected with a dream I’ve had for 50 years. It is never too late to allow our bliss in.

What beauty before me,

The golden leaves of each tree,

The shimmering lake,

I feel so AWAKE!

 

After theater practice I know what is at stake.

My BLISS

Oh how I love this.

 

The wind how it whispers ‘Stay true dear Suzan – Stay true’

Follow what calls to you.

I felt enraptured –

Captured –

Taken away by being in this play.

My new life begins today.

 

I feel it in my bones,

Like a lover’s moans

It runs deep

My soul needs this as much as my body requires sleep.

Although my climb may be steep –

Today I begin.

 A-Women!

Posted by: Suzan | October 16, 2009

Navigating Graceful Transitions

Suzan Tusson on Mission Trails

Suzan Tusson on Mission Trails

With transitions becoming more rampant in our lives, I thought I’d share a former interview I had on Graceful Transitions with Holistic Business Magazine. ENJOY!

 

An Interview With Suzan Tusson-McNeil, Life & Business Coach –  On Graceful Transitions
by Rena Tucker

HBJ: Suzan, you are a life and business coach for mid-life women in transition. How would you describe your practice?

STM: I help women in mid-life (which I qualify as 30’s through 60’s) attain clarity and direction with their life purpose. This can include connecting with their ideal vocation, life partner, a health program, forming a supportive community and/or learning how to have fun again.

During times of transition, one can feel ungrounded and forget what truly matters. With this holistic, transformative process, my clients learn to live from their authentic core values. My clients experience a lot more happiness by regaining access to their inner-wisdom and innate creativity.

I consider myself to be a Sherpa (expert mountaineer who guides climbers to the mountain’s peak in the Tibetan region). I encourage mid-life women to pace themselves on their journey toward peak performance in life and business.

HBJ: What made you choose this special niche?

STM: I believe this special niche chose me. Years ago, I lost a position at a nonprofit I dearly loved due to their lack of funding. Having already experienced a few career transitions in my life, I didn’t want to face this again on my own. This time I hired a coach. With her expert guidance and support, I established my business within nine months. I also decided to become a coach to help women in mid-life have as smooth a transition as I experienced. Following the path of my coach, I later completed my certification process with Coaches Training Institute, an internationally accredited Behavioral Sciences program.

I also have a heart for helping women succeed. As a young girl I came from a domestic violence home. I vowed that I’d make a difference someday in the lives of women. I’m now so grateful to have this opportunity to serve and empower women.

HBJ: Who is your “perfect client,” and how did/do you determine that?

STM: My perfect client is a professional mid-life woman who is discontent with her current lifestyle. She wants to enjoy her work, have more satisfying relationships, to play more and get in touch with her creative passions. She longs to grow personally, professionally and spiritually.

My perfect client is committed to making any changes necessary for her life’s transformation. She realizes that any transition takes time and is willing to trust the process. This client values the philosophy of “moving forward one step at a time.”

Most of all, she wants to make effective choices for her life to experience more joy. She wants to quiet the voice of her inner-critic (gremlin) and instead, listen to her own inner-wisdom for her overall well-being.

I have a list posted by my desk that I review daily of all of the qualities of “My Ideal Client.” This helps remind me of who it is I want to attract to my business. I’m in my fourth year of business and I began my practice working almost exclusively with women. Over time, and thousands of coaching hours later, I’ve learned who
I enjoy working with and can make the most impact with. I’m still refining this because I believe it is important to continue narrowing my niche. The clearer I am about whom my perfect clients are — the easier it will be for them to find me.

HBJ: What do you think are the most critical things to keep in mind in order to “navigate” transition well?

STM: Navigate is a key word here. It is about creating “the map” and finding the “focus” to release distractions. The main distractions are often worry, fear, doubt and other negative energies that can clearly get in the way and take one off course. To transition well, I encourage my clients to surround themselves with positive people, uplifting experiences and “inspiring” self-talk.

To steer well, the most critical thing to keep in mind is to place self-care as the #1 priority. “Me time” is not selfish at all — it is life saving. It is very important during transition to have the proper rest, nutrition and exercise to keep one’s stress levels down. Having down time to reflect, journal, meditate, pray, be in nature, play, etc. establishes the foundation for a smooth transition.

I devote one hour daily to morning rituals of prayer, meditation and journaling which has anchored me through the sometimes turbulent waters of transition.

In October, 2003 I lost my home (including home office) to the wildfire storm in San Diego, California. I attribute my dedication to self-care, especially my rituals, to helping me maintain a positive perspective through this transition. I found the fortitude to trust that “the Phoenix rises” and to start anew. I learned that only relationships matter — not things. You may read an account of this on my website entitled, “Losing a Home and Gaining a Blessing.”

HBJ: How would a person know when it’s time to transition from one thing to another?

STM: There is one thing in life that is constant and that is change. One can choose to respond to change with grace and acceptance, or one can kick and scream in resistance. Transitions are part of life’s natural process — that of change.

Sometimes the time to transition is more obvious, e.g. a layoff at work, a close family member or friend dies, a mid-life woman enters menopause or one is getting married and beginning a new partnership. Times for transition can also show up
in subtler ways. One can feel stagnant and unhappy at work or in a significant relationship. This may show up bodily in the form of aches, pains or disease. It may look like sluggish energy, disinterest in self or others, and/or a desire to snap at anyone around.

When a person no longer feels a sense of contribution, connection, contentment and/or joy with work, a relationship or whatever circumstance one is involved in —
it is time to consider a transition. Again, change is constant. What is important is our willingness to go within to find our truth and then to live by it. For as Gandhi once stated, “We must be the change we wish to see in the world.”

HBJ: On the other hand, are there signs that indicate making a change is not a good thing?

STM: Any change is difficult because it signifies “a beginning of the unknown and an end to what we have known.” This space of confusion can be disconcerting for most. Also transitions take time and effort — there is no “quick fix.” One must trust the transition process and have patience with it in order to move through it successfully.

In my experience, timing is everything. If, on the gut level, something doesn’t feel right — it may not be the time to act. Trust your instincts. Also, if it feels like all the doors are closed and one is pushing against a river — then it may be a sign to sit still for awhile longer.

A key question I’d recommend asking to determine if change is good or not is the following: “Is this situation/person taking my energy or giving me energy?” If one’s health and life force are in jeopardy — then change may be in order for restoration. If not, “status quo” may be the answer until the signs are clear.

HBJ: Are there any natural cycles that one can take advantage of to help ensure easy transitions?

STM: A natural cycle to embrace is to welcome change rather than to resist it. As my mentor DeAnna LoCoco states, “Life is a verb. It is always in motion.” Viewing change as a necessary forward moving process so that we can become all we are meant to be can ensure an easier transition.

Change occurs much like the natural cycle of life and death. We can see it as experiencing multiple rebirths and deaths during one lifetime. When we can accept change as a process leading to maturation, expansion and growth — we can flow toward it rather than wasting our precious energy attempting to halt it.

The natural rhythm of the seasons and nature also offer much wisdom for trans-itions. When we can accept change as the leaves do when they turn colors in the fall, and when we can let go like the leaves do in the winter — we will flow with life rather than against it.

HBJ: Can you give our readers some tips in regard to making the natural shifts that occur throughout the year such as the shift from summer to fall, end of year, and beginning of summer?

One thought is to learn to value each season (even if you live in an area that doesn’t have four distinct seasons).  Write a list of all of the activities that you enjoy and want to experience each season. Then along with friends/family or alone — schedule them as a way to celebrate and look forward to each season (e.g. plan a beach vacation in summer; visit a land where the leaves change color in fall; plan a ski trip in winter; organize an Easter camping trip with family and friends in spring or go to the local flower fields and indulge your senses).

I’ve also found making the time to change out my wardrobe each season, as well as being honest about which clothes I no longer wear to set aside for donation, helps me adjust to each new time of year.

A tip to honor the passage of one year into the next is to take time during this transition to reflect alone with pen and paper. Ideally find a tranquil spot in nature to delve in.

First, create a list of all of your accomplishments from the preceding year and acknowledge yourself for each one. Next, write a list of eight to ten key aspects
of your life (e.g.: Relationship with Significant Other, Vocation, Relationship with Friends, etc.). Then, write one intention for each area for the following year and why it is important to you. When you value your intentions — you are more apt to follow through.

Finally, if you have a significant other — share your intentions with one another.
My husband and I divulge our individual intentions, and also create “partner intentions.” We post our lists in our offices so we’re continually reminded and
so that we can encourage each other along the way!

HBJ: Are there any words of wisdom you’d like to leave our readers with?

STM: Trust (capital T) the Process (capital P) of transitional change. Be gentle and loving with yourself during this process, especially by giving yourself permission to have the support of friends, family and/or professionals (such as
a coach) to help guide you through this. Reaching out for support is a sign of strength.

Use the philosophy of “One Step at a Time” to guide you forward. You may want to practice with smaller changes at first. Wear your watch on the opposing wrist, brush your teeth with your opposite hand, drive a new way to work and/or sign
up for a class that is entirely new this week (e.g. bellydancing, salsa lessons or making pottery).

Here’s a quote from Marilyn Ferguson that I like: “It’s not so much that we’re afraid of change or so in love with the old ways but it’s that place in between that we fear. It’s like being between trapezes. There’s nothing to hold on to.” 

My closing words of wisdom are for you to trust that place in between the trapezes as the place of possibility and the source for reinvention. Know that you are being led to grander life adventures and be willing to reach out. The trapeze will be there, along with a net to buffer you, if need be. If you believe it is so, it will be. Trust.

Posted by: Suzan | October 2, 2009

When the Bear Growls Never Run

While reclining on my deck observing the Eucalyptus Trees, wishing they were fir trees or maybe red-golden Maples, I thought of our experience several years ago in the Sequoia National Park.

My husband, Jim, and I had completed a grueling backpacking trip there and decided to spend our last couple of nights in a lodge with a tub and an actual bed. With our main outdoor adventure over, we set out on a day hike to wander amongst the world’s largest trees. Bright sunshine lit up our pathway and a clear blue sky peeked in through the towering trees overhead.We had begun our journey very early in the morning to avoid the frequent afternoon storms which the Sierras are well-known for.

In a short while the sky darkened, Sierra rain pelted us, thunder rumbled, and nearby lightening crashed. We threw on our emergency rain ponchos and jogged briskly toward the beginning of the trail. As we rounded a bend we heard the tromping of leaves and looked over to see a Mama Bear with her cub walking out onto the trail. We stood still hoping they wouldn’t notice us. Then the Mama Bear growled as apparently, she’d picked up our scent.

I felt my heart leaping out of my chest while my legs barreled away. Then I remembered, ‘when faced with a bear – NEVER run!’ I then stopped, turned around and transfixed my eyes on the Mama Bear. I slowly backed away. Meanwhile Jim took his video camera out and began filming. I wasn’t sure if he wanted a final recording so someone discovering it would know what happened to us or if his passion for nature photography had taken over.

The Mama Bear approached us and grunted again. We yelled as loud as we could since we recalled the ranger suggesting this. The cub scampered up the nearest tree as fast as it could.

The Mama Bear glanced around and then fixed her eyes on us as if to say, ‘How dare you frighten my baby.’

We backed away gradually with our eyes locked on the Mama Bear the entire time. After awhile she turned to look over at her cub clinging to the tree. She let out a cry and the cub scurried down. Together they meandered around the meadow sampling the grass.

After our heart rates slowed down a bit, we followed the long path ahead. We were drenched since the rain ponchos had not been designed to outlive a Sierra storm. Although the lightening had died down, the thunder continued to roar as if mimicking the bear. Ahead we finally reached the end of the trail, yet we were now 12 miles from where we originated since the Mama Bear had veered us far from our course.

We found some overhead protection and sat under it on a log to rest. I closed my eyes to pray for someone to help us. Within minutes an older couple came out of the forest, walked toward us, and asked if we needed a ride. The gentleman, in his early 70’s, had returned the day before from a month-long hike which began in the Yosemite Valley (300 plus miles). Many people had assisted him, so he wanted to ‘Pay it Forward.’

The couple drove us the 12 miles to our lodge. In spite of being hiking enthusiasts, we were so grateful to be ‘out of the woods.’ We decided our next bear sighting would take place at the San Diego Zoo.

As I reflected on this memory, it reminded me of how when we know we’re in fear it takes such courage to face it. Even though our natural inclination is to run, when we can look our fear right in the eyes – the growl no longer seems so menacing. Eventually our fears will saunter away just like the bears. So remember, when you hear the bear growl – NEVER RUN!

 

 

 

 

Posted by: Suzan | September 25, 2009

Nature Nurtures

Oh to be like the tree –

To stretch, to reach with ease,

To feel the gentle breeze,

To be so rooted, yet free.

 

To provide others shade,

To watch the seasons fade,

To not cling to every one,

To bask in the warmth of daily sun.

 

Oh to be like the mountain –

To be firm, rugged, and strong,

To be still within,

To know in solidity – I belong.

 

To be so expansive and not play it small –

To stand with regal beauty ever so tall,

To contemplate the world around me,

To know how to BE.

 

Oh to be like the ocean –

To be the dolphins within who know all about fun.

To explore the depths of my being,

To know it is all about believing.

 

To be the sea life in full color and splendor,

To be the waves in continuous motion,

To rest upon the shore,

To be in balance with the moon and the sun.

 

 

Nature nurtures the soul,

Reminds us we’re whole,

Gives us life,

Removes our strife,

So whenever challenges begin to tug,

Find the nearest tree – and reach out for a hug.

Posted by: Suzan | September 18, 2009

Never Having to Say You’re Sorry

The other day at the YMCA I opened the door to go out of the ladies locker area at the same time another woman was coming in. The door pushed me back slightly. “I’m sorry,” she said.

 “It’s okay. There is nothing for you to be sorry about.” I replied.

She looked at me with a scrunched face and walked away. Not many people must respond to ‘I’m sorry’ I thought. How have these words become as common as ‘How are you?’ and ‘What do you do?’ in our culture, I wondered.

I sat down on the bench in the hallway for a moment. I then imagined myself as a scholar devoted to a research project on ‘I’m sorry.’ I envisioned groups of women in deep discussions and also one-on-one interviews getting to the depths of why we so casually toss out these words. I felt an uplifting sensation run through me. Maybe there is hope we can eradicate this language from women’s lips. Then a child’s shrill scream brought me back.

How many times a day do we hear this from other women? How often do you express it?

In my experience ‘I’m sorry’ can be the response for nothing more than lightly bumping into someone in a line or for not holding a door long enough. What happened to ‘Excuse or Pardon me.’ Is this not permissible anymore?

You might be thinking, ‘Why does this even matter?’

When we as women spout out ‘I’m sorry’ as freely as a water faucet; we’re diluting our feminine power. We may not realize the impact yet it is like drops of water on a rock which over time erode its strength. It also detracts from the more serious times in our lives when we really do need to make apologies and amends with those we have significant relationships with.

Next time you’re out, particularly in a larger crowd – pay attention. Listen for ‘I’m sorry’ and you may be surprised at how many times you hear it. Play a game with it. Count the number of times. Do this at your workplace or with your own community. Notice how often it is said. Catch yourself uttering ‘I’m sorry’ for your random life events.

Then I encourage you to join the ‘Never Having to Say You’re Sorry’ brigade. First do all you can to change your own language. Then call other women’s attention to what they are expressing. Let’s forge together to support one another in strengthening our communication. For our words are our power.

Posted by: Suzan | September 11, 2009

The Cost of Our Freedom

Immediately following the tragedy of 9-11-2001, I grabbed my journal to confide how I felt. I’d like to share this in memory of all the dear souls we lost that day — yet most of all for those family and friends who remained……

                                Casualties of war on U.S. mainland soil

Dig deeper – rip our skins with a treacherous knife.

Blood burst – then splattered

Lives all around us – shattered.

Not only the human corpses within buildings and planes – trapped

The outer rings of families, friends, and special acquaintances – snapped

                                                       With a vicious kick

A bruised purple lick,

Then tear out our hearts and feed them to vultures

That hover now at the sites

At the end of the flights.

Where were all the people going?

What were they saying at this time?

In the air – imagine – knowing

People at coffee stations – into mugs the coffee flowing

Unaware in moments they’d be casualties to terrorist crime.

Hearts beating, hands feeling, feet walking

One moment – then

Hearts yanked out, hands and feet blown apart

Heaven sent.

Has this world ended?

Has a new one just begun?

A place we once defended –

Now blown to tiny fragments for some psycho-minded fun.

Sadness purges my inner-core

Tugs at my intestines

While they wrap around my throat.

Shut off the surging roar

From the results of despicable sins.

God bless the souls, the hearts, and the lives that have vanished.

Stolen lives of precious beings – all of their memories lost.

Mend the holes of those who remain in their dear ones shadows

Where sadness penetrates like flames in gray coals.

Seethe through the madness with fury and fire – at such great cost.

I feel as if I’ve crawled into the depths of a lucrative spy novel,

The pages sweaty from swift turns – as my heart grovels

To be released from the misery trapped beneath

As death shatter all illusions – the victims of the tragedies bequeath.

I hear the faint cries languor all around me

Loved ones lost

Such an enormous cost

We live in the United States of America – are we really free?

 

 

Posted by: Suzan | September 8, 2009

Sophia’s Endless Spirit Joins the Sea

sophia's ashes at sea

 

 

 

Farewell SophiaWe boarded the 54 foot boat. “What a beautiful yacht this is,” I said.

 Captain George replied, “This is not a yacht – it is a sport fishing boat.”

 Other than the fishing poles lining the rear of the boat, it had all of the comforts of home including a washer/dryer; large walk in shower; and a faucet feature which poured exact shots of hard liquor. Rich, polished wood and sophisticated, though compact, furnishings comprised the vessel’s interior– I had no idea how one could tell the difference.

Captain George had agreed to take us out to pay a final tribute to our dear friend, my ‘adopted mother,’ Sophia. She’d asked to have her ashes disbursed at sea, along with her husband, Harold, who passed away10 years before her.

Sophia’s niece, Bonnie, knew someone with a boat at the Oceanside harbor who happened to be a friend of the Captain. In life, it is so often ‘who you know’ – even when one wishes to take someone’s ashes out to sea. For a nominal fee, he took us out the required distance to the international waters 3 miles from shore. A few years earlier he’d taken his wife out to these same ocean waters in her urn. He could appreciate returning the remains of well-lived souls to flowing, endless waters.

Most of us sat out on the front of the boat next to the dingy indulging the incoming ocean breeze on this sultry, 3-digit summer day. Others stayed in the back of the boat in the shelter of the shade.

White caps soon surrounded the boat. Splashes occurred all around us as dolphins of all sizes surfed the waves. Some dove underneath the front of the boat as if they were the helm leading us forward. Pelicans and dolphins competed for the abundant fish jumping in the area.

The ocean had become a veritable playground. I’d never seen so many dolphins in my life and knew Sophia had something to do with this. She was all about play, joy, and full expression. Having been a clown, a real one who dressed in costume, even with an oxygen tank at her side, I could imagine her now in her dolphin regalia spreading love and fun across the sea.

Soon we could barely hear the whir of the motor over the camera shutters in motion. With four professional photographers in our midst and other amateur shooters, we had every angle covered.

A short while later the air became more still as the boat slowed down. Our dolphin brigade had left us. Ahead we noticed the buoy marking the international waters. One by one we returned to the rear of the boat holding on carefully to the railing. We then set out the fresh cut flowers including the dozen pinkish, white roses I’d picked up earlier that morning. We took group photos holding Sophia and Harold in their sturdy plastic bags noticing his had a darker tinge. Harold had a darker complexion so his ashes had one also. His bag felt more like lifting weights at the health club. Sophia had been so frail, only 80 pounds at her death, so hers seemed less than half the weight of his.

I realized this would be my last pose with Sophia. Instead of her arms embracing me with her beautiful, infinite smile and contagious laughter, I held a still plastic bag filled with what looked like sand from the beach. She would return to the place which had enamored her most of her life. Sophia and I had spent many afternoons at the Oceanside Dock where Captain George’s boat resides. We’d often dined at one of the seafood restaurants and then walked around the area to be soothed by the water’s calming presence. Later in her life she didn’t venture much farther than to and from the car and restaurant. Peering out the window at the harbor seemed to satisfy her desire to be near the ocean waters.

I looked over and Regina motioned for me to give her Sophia’s ashes. It was time to ‘let go.’ She took Sophia’s ashes in one hand and Harold’s in the other, leaned over the side of the boat, and converged the two into the welcoming waters.

Immediately the ashes spread out as if a huge beam of light had illuminated the ocean. The waters changed to a brilliant Caribbean color of light turquoise and remained so for at least 15 minutes while we all leaned over to take this in – in utter silence.

As the ashes trailed out to another dimension; we each took turns throwing the fresh cut flowers overboard with a prayer and/or words of love for Sophia as she drifted away from us for her final voyage.

Her endless Spirit joined the sea; her towering love will remain forever a huge part of me.

 

Posted by: Suzan | August 28, 2009

No + No = YES to LIFE SUCCESS

When we were two years old we had little difficulty saying ‘no’. What has happened? Many of us have been engrained with the value of pleasing others. Get along, go along, help and serve. Does this ring true for you?

 As adult professionals this translates to many ‘yeses’ that are really ‘no’s’ in our insides. ‘Yes’ to social gatherings we don’t wish to attend, volunteer committees we don’t wish to serve on, or unpaid overtime at work – what is it for you?

 The good news is you can choose to spend your precious time and energy on what brings you joy rather than on what drains you. Cheryl Richardson in her book, Take Time for Your Life, suggests you stop to check in with how you feel before making any decisions. Clear some space to relax, breathe, and be with the decision before you act. When your life moves like a bullet train the tendency is to make impulsive choices. You may react from how you think you are supposed to be rather than from what is true for you. When you notice how you feel, you can connect your head to your heart and make wiser choices.       

Something I do which works well for me is to first check in with myself and ask: Will this give me energy or take it? I listen to my body because it tells the truth. If my stomach goes into a knot or my chest feels tight, I trust this, for it equates to a resounding ‘no’ from the inside. If I ignore my inner-voice, I may fall into the “disease to please.” And that sickness only hurts me. If I say ‘yes’ when I mean ‘no’ then I’m lying to myself and others. There is no virtue in that for myself or anyone else.

 During a television interview noted Talk Show Host and Psychologist, Dr. Phil, shared how he creates balance in his life. He stated that he learned to say ‘no’ when he needed to and to prioritize activity versus productivity. He suggests that we look at each opportunity in terms of what it will bring us. Essentially, ask ourselves if the situation is in alignment with our values and goals or is it one more thing to do to stay busy and/or look good.

 So how do we become two year old curious with the finesse of saying ‘no’ when we mean ‘no’? The following are recommendations that I’ve learned through research and my own experiences in coaching clients:

 

1)     Give yourself at least 24 hours to get back to someone. For example, “Let me check my calendar and I’ll get back with you tomorrow.”

2)     Say ‘no’ as the first word of the sentence. It is easier to honor this commitment if it is the first word out of your mouth.

3)     Say ‘no’ with confidence. Look into the other’s eyes. Use a direct, firm voice. End with an acknowledgement. For example, “No, I won’t be able to serve on this committee. Thank you though for this opportunity.”

4)     Avoid sharing long winded excuses. One suggestion, “I have another commitment already. Thank You.”

5)     Realize that saying ‘yes’ when you mean ‘no’ causes resentment. This takes your energy and creates discomfort. You are protecting your energy and likely your health by saying ‘no’.

6)     If ‘no’ is your honest response, it is honorable to tell the truth. Others will choose to think whatever they will. You have no control over that. You do have control over making the choices that will serve your life and bring you success.

 

Finally, if you are severely ‘no’ challenged I offer the following homework:

 

1)     Keep a list for a month of what you are saying ‘no’ to for every ‘yes’ you speak.

2)     Say ‘no’ one time a day for one month.

3)     Journal and/or reflect on: Am I being nice or am I being real? What is the cost of saying yes?

Saying ‘no’ when you mean ‘no’ can challenge what you’ve been brought up with. Yet when you eliminate what drains you, you’ll make space for what is really important. When you say ‘no’ to what takes your energy and time, you are saying ‘yes’ to your bigger agenda – your precious, more successful LIFE. No + No = Yes to Life Success!

 

Posted by: Suzan | August 17, 2009

So Now I’m 50

Suzan's 50th BD So now I’m 50 and life is quite a blur;

What is it again that I’m lookin’ for?

Oh my eyeglasses – for sure.

So now I’m 50 and I release my need to please;

Yet I still find myself searching all over for those doggone keys.

Better yet – where’s the car?

Did I really park that far?

So now I’m 50 and my body just wants to move;

I blast the music to hear it ‘cause I’ve gotta groove.

I feel new parts of my body I’ve never known before;

Slight aches and sensations join me on the dance floor.

So now I’m 50 and a card carrying member of AARP;

Seeking those discounts or getting in for free.

Soon to wear the red hat or blue thong;

Depending on which over 50 Society I choose to belong.

So now I’m 50 and my mind is on pause (menopause);

I’ve even forgotten about all of my flaws.

Living in the moment is my latest cause;

And for kicks I recently purchased my first strapless bras.

So now I’m 50 and my best-half has just begun;

I’ve saved up my energy ‘cause now I’m going to have some FUN.

Glad those years of pretension are over and done;

Along with all my soul searching to find out I already am the one.

Posted by: Suzan | August 3, 2009

An Islander Inside

Ah for the light turquoise waters which beckon me to go within. For the brilliant colors, landscapes, and extraordinary sea life awaits me. I’m reminded that change is constant, nothing remains the same, and for this, I am grateful. As I swim around a miniature island viewing an array of corals, fish of every color and pattern imaginable, swirls of light, and the essence of beauty – the gentle waters unfold me into their womb. I imagine it is like floating down the birth canal. I feel reborn.

 Ah for the tropical breezes which stir my soul and for the bright, white specks of sand under my feet whispering to me to take new, bold steps. The jungle environs speak to the animal in me – to my ruggedness; to my adventurous spirit – she comes alive. The zipping sounds of lizards darting in and out of plants; scurrying hermit crabs crunching on leaves as they carry their shell homes up another cliff; and songbirds in animated conversation captivate me. I even allow the overgrowth to brush my legs – there are no poisonous snakes here.

 Ah for the slower pace allowing me to surrender my all to this space. I notice how the islanders commune with one another – their joviality, their lightness. They seem to really know one another. It is not another passing, “How are you? I’m fine. How about you? I’m well.” It is not the kind of exchange I’m familiar with where we stay above the surface. For the islands invite you to go deeper – to explore what is underneath. Island life inspires connection with the beauty, the wildness, the realness of what exists within their depths.

 Ah for simplicity. Fill the backpack with a towel, sunscreen, water, snacks, mask/snorkel, and fins. Set out on one of many trails which lead to yet another sublime snorkeling spot. And then submerge and discover treasures. Later allow time to recline on your towel and do nothing, or you may want to read a book, connect with your partner, or whomever you are with. With the only major decisions being where shall we hike and snorkel today – life becomes so simple and sweet.

 Ah for the delicacies of the tropical fruits – mangos growing in abundance wild in the forests. I eat them until I cannot manage another bite. And the seafood is so fresh here. We dine on local lobsters which we likely visited earlier in the day down beneath.

 Ah for the silence of the forests, save for our footsteps echoing along the paths. For the exquisite beauty of the steep mountains and looking down their cliffs to a plethora of sailboats, sparkling turquoise waters, and dense jungle trees sporting red, yellow or orange flowers or white Plumeria flowers which remind me of a new-born babies’ skin and the freshness of their aroma. I breathe it in. I savor every moment. I know that I’m an islander inside.

 **This blog entry is the inspiration of a two-week trip to St. John and St. Croix (our U.S. Virgin Isles) with my husband, Jim. Pure paradise!

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