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Finding the Awe in You

June 1, 2018 by Tara Cousineau Leave a Comment

When I was 20 years old and in crisis, I climbed Mt. Kenya with a group of wayward young adults in an outdoor leadership program (that I saved up for by waiting tables and cleaning motel rooms one summer). Essentially, I had to get as far away from home and Africa seemed like a good enough distance.

The head guides, a young married couple, gave us some basic instructions and reprimanded those of us who snuck in toilet paper in backpacks. We hiked up slowly in order to acclimate yet quickly discerned the complainers in the bunch. Once at the top, we were randomly put into teams for the first venture of getting back down to basecamp and voted for who would lead each team. (Anyone with camping experience?)

It turned out I was on the losing team. We got very lost. We didn’t follow the map; we had boiling blisters from unbroken hiking boots; our bodies hurt; we froze at night and overheated during the day. Over two days we fought, cried and laughed. It was both painful and exhilarating. It seemed like I was in some kind of paradise conjured from my imagination, but it was real. Avatar had yet to be conceived and filmed. This was some secret spot on planet earth and I was a mere creature in it. I understood the true meaning of awe.

awe

Noun [aw]

an overwhelming feeling of reverence, admiration, fear, etc., produced by that which is grand, sublime, extremely powerful.

The other two teams, who quickly found their way down the straight dirt path in a half day, missed the beauty of the ravines, a surprise encounter with a baby elephant, the glorious flowers, bamboo thickets, the fragrance, and dappled light. It was one of the most formative and spiritual experiences in my life.

There are no straight lines if you want to grow your soul. It does help to have a guide and some basic tools, but more often than not the wise guide is inside of you. You are it.

There are no straight lines if you want to grow your soul.

Climbing that mountain may be a cliché for life or an overused metaphor. But that’s because it’s apt. I literally had to climb a 17K foot mountain to see the simple truth: I was ok after all. More than ok. I was stronger than I had believed.

We don’t have to go anywhere at all to discover this humbling truth. But sometimes we need to go great distances within ourselves to get perspective. And sometimes we have to begin all over again. And again.

That takes courage and patience.

It’s the same thing with self-compassion, a skill I practice and teach. Being kind to oneself can be unchartered territory at first. But with guidance, a spirit of adventure, and emerging faith and goodwill, self-compassion reveals the beauty that has been there all along, calluses and all.

Matters in Kind

Check out the Greater Good Science Center Awe Quiz. Awe is a relatively new area of study. Awe has been linked to kindness, humility, focus and better health.
Read Chapter 17, The Naturalness of Being, in my book The Kindness Cure.

Photo Credits:

Cagatay Orhan

Tim Foster

Astonish Yourself: Find Common Ground

March 15, 2018 by Tara Cousineau Leave a Comment

I have been snowbound these past weeks with Nor’easter storm No.3 behind me and No. 4 predicted for next week. The ides of March. All around me is a wet, heavy blanket of snow. I yearn for some color. Not the color of mud, either, which surely is the next palette.

As I was rummaging around to clean my home office space from the vestiges of writing The Kindness Cure, a postcard tumbled out of a pile of papers. A plain white postcard. White!

But in black type was a well known quote from Rumi:

Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field, meet me there.

I paused and looked out the window.

A message from beyond, I thought. This random incident might be what SQuire Rushnell calls a god wink, “An event or personal experience, often identified as coincidence, so astonishing that it could only have come from divine origin.” He suggests that unexpected or delightful experiences aren’t coincidental at all, but somehow are evidence that the universe is conspiring in your favor. As a glass-half-full kind of gal, the idea of god winks is sort of up my alley.

I considered the Rumi quote a god wink — the kind to awaken me from a spell. It caused me to pause and be still for a little while. What or who might I meet in the middle of a vast field? What is happening right now in the world that asks us to venture forth into uncertainty? Parkland, Florida. Syria. Primary elections. Community service. Oh, the fields we can find ourselves in if we are willing to wander there. If we can muster the courage.

There is a story in my book that comes to mind, in a chapter called “Radical Acceptance.” It’s a story of a mom who learns, through a painful unfolding, that her child is transgender. The story is about a brief exchange she had with a longtime friend, another mother, who pitied her. She was stumbling in a field ripe for compassion yet without a language for it among her circle of friends. That was yet to come. She told me: “I’m not trying to convince anyone to accept my kid, but if you look at us as human beings, I don’t see why you wouldn’t. We all really want the same things at the end of the day. We want our kids to be happy and healthy and productive members of society. That’s not different for me. I know in my heart if I didn’t accept my child, my kid would be dead. I don’t know of any parent who would choose that over clinging to beliefs. Common ground is there if people want to see it.”

The field. Common ground. Possibility.

Of course, the fallen postcard may not have been “astonishing” really. Curious, I looked up the definition:

astonishing

adjective as·ton·ish·ing \ ə-ˈstä-ni-shiŋ \

:causing a feeling of great surprise or wonder : surprising – an astonishing discovery

That we might be open to moments of wonder, however it falls before us — is an opportunity to see something in a new way or accept things as they are. Sometimes we need reminders.

Your kindred spirit,

Tara

Behold the poke of the tulip leaves! A sprig of spring.

Check out a few of my recent guest posts and please share with your friends! The world can always use more kindness. Let’s spread the word.

Center for Courage and Renewal: The World Needs More Kindness. Here’s How You Can Help
Thrive Global: How You Can Observe Your Own Mind
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Picking Oneself Up: Rising Strong

September 30, 2015 by Tara Cousineau Leave a Comment

Watching Brené Brown talk on stage, in real time, reminds me of why I have been drinking the vulnerability Kool-Aid these last few years. Her latest book, Rising Strong: The Reckoning, The Rumble, The Revolution may be her most personal telling of her work, her family and her life. (God love her husband Steve.)

At the Musical Hall in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, a small intimate amphitheater, Brené Brown walks on stage, “Hello Portsmouth!”

We cheered when she strolled on stage in her vintage jeans and booties.

“You know I’m an introvert, don’t you? But this is my kind of theatre.”

Yet, I have no doubt that small or large, Brené Brown can captivate her audience precisely because she is so honest and personable. We might as well be sharing New England crab cakes together. As such, I refer to her as Brené, and not Dr. Brown, even though it’s not an easy name to type.

Brené began with a recent experience (not the Speedo story, told achingly in her book). “You know it’s been a crazy few years for me, right?”

“Of course we do, Brené!” We wanted to shout with a mix of awe and envy.

She began to tell a story about how overwhelmed she became this past summer prior to the launch of her new book and other ventures in courage.

Brené describes one particular evening drowning in paperwork that was strewn across the dining room table. Her husband, a pediatrician, arrived after a long workday and headed straight for the fridge. He was rummaging around for something, a cold cut slice perhaps, and quietly complained over the lack food. It’s a mundane moment that most of us can relate to. Who hasn’t heard the familiar “Isn’t there anything to eat in this house?” But it was her reaction to her poor husband that had the crowd roaring with laughter. She began to describe the wild eruption of crazy thoughts and feelings she was having as her internal siren belted out, “You’re a bad wife. You’re a bad mother!” This culminated in demanding her hubby to fess up on just what exactly he was saying.

“I’m hungry.”

I’ve read Rising Strong twice,: once for pleasure and again to study the teachings. As an extension of Daring Greatly, her last bestseller, Rising Strong tackles the tough question of what happens in the arenas of life, in those raw moments and enduring aftermath of failure, disappointment, or heartbreak. She writes:

While vulnerability is the birthplace of many of the fulfilling experiences we long for – love, belonging, joy, creativity and trust – to name a few – the process of regaining our emotional footing in the midst of struggle is where our courage is tested and our values are forged. Rising strong after a fall is how we cultivate wholeheartedness in our lives; it’s the process that teaches us the most about who we are.

The stories, the ones we tell ourselves over an over, tend to be the ones that keep us small, disappointed, angry or sad. It’s these personal narratives that Brené tackles head on. It’s how we can change the ending to those stories that lie at the heart of this book.

I’ve been practicing two of the skills with some unsuspecting guinea pigs: my family.

Stealing a page from Annie Lamott, Brené refers to “the shitty first draft” (SFD) when trying to make sense of a difficult story. It starts with a prompt: “The story I’m making up is…”

I love this strategy because it is about owning one’s crazy drama before blaming or shaming someone else.

For example, with my 17-year-old daughter I have found myself saying statements like:

The story I’m making up is that when I don’t’ hear from you for a few hours and it’s after curfew, that either your phone is on silent, you fell asleep watching a movie, or you are dead on the side of the road somewhere. So while I trust your judgment on most things, when it’s close to midnight my mind freaks out. I don’t like being in that place.

This leaves rooms for her to say, “I’m sorry, Mom. I wasn’t watching the time and I didn’t want to text you while driving.“

To which I can say, “Well, I’d appreciate if you safely pull over and call or text me next time. “ And so on.

I know it’s working because recently she had to tell me about a very upsetting exchange with a mean girl.

“Mom, I have something to tell you and don’t say anything until I’m done speaking.” (She knows me too well.)

She owned her story, what went through her mind, what she imagined I might say about it, and how she thought she could deal with it on her own. Admittedly, I sat on my hands and held my breath, but was impressed with her working things out. I refrained from knocking the door down at the girl’s house to give her mother a piece of my mind.

Another skill that Brené describes in her own stories and what I call the generosity query is: What’s the most generous thought I can have about this person/situation?

For instance, when a school bus driver flipped me the bird as he cut in front of my car (while I too had kids in tow) I paused before returning the gesture in kind: “Wow, that bus driver is having a really bad day, isn’t he? I bet those kids are really getting to him.”

On the deeper struggles – of failure, heartbreak or loss – Rising Strong holds our hand. The process is deep. It means squirming in the mud of the arena for a bit (long enough to feel the feelings and work them through) . It’s about vulnerability and courage, yes, but the process is also about grit. It’s about sticking with a hard process even though it’s really, really hard. It nets out to a brave story.

Yes, that’s where the reckoning, the rumble and the revolution will lead us.

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Disclosure: I am a certified Daring Way™ Method Facilitator, based on the work of Dr. Brené Brown.

Checkout the Rising Strong Manifesto.

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©2015 Brene Brown

One Big Boston Group Hug

April 24, 2014 by Tara Cousineau Leave a Comment

Patriots Day.

Easter Monday.

She was born on a Good Friday.

My daughter turned 14 on Marathon Monday in Boston. Every year her birthday also falls on a school vacation week. As she’s gotten older, this reality has gone from the anticipation of egg hunts to disappointment when all her friends are away. Not to mention that last year we were in a surreal citywide lock down after the bombings.

So, this year was special indeed. We spent it at the Boston Marathon.

Redemption. Forgiveness. Compassion. It was all there. We could have opted out. High security. Large crowds. Nervous peeps. But we chose to participate. And am I ever so happy we did.

We had five young teen girls in tow. We scored a spot in Kenmore Square, between mile 25 and 26. My older daughter was at Hereford Street with her friends – just at the turn of the finish line – with a mom who cried every time a wheelchair team passed by.

I think there are relatively few experiences in life that makes an impression like a community coming together with compassionate purpose. Over 32K runners and a million strong along the sidelines from Hopkinton to Boston, all cheering like mad. You could feel the energy and good will. For me, it restored faith in the greater good of humanity.

I thought about the work in compassionate conversations. Dr. Andrew Newberg and Mark Robert Waldman, whose work I can’t put down, describes the way we communicate with one another can fundamentally change the brain. I thought, “Whoa, what kind of ‘neural resonance’ might be happening along the Boston Marathon route?”

They write that, “kindness builds cooperation and cooperation builds a better brain.” Let’s hope we sprouted a few more compassionate circuits by witnessing this race!

Even more so, the outpouring of support represented for me meaning making at the societal level. When people stand up for what they believe in, life has purpose. Nobody knows what the personal values of the people on either side of us might be, but it brought them to the marathon.

Newberg and Waldman write: “Even though everyone has a unique set of values – running the spectrum from highly idealistic principles like truth, integrity and growth, to highly interpersonal values like love, family and friendship – when people openly share their values with each other, they come together and express mutual support.”

With Boston Strong slogans everywhere, there was certainly a sense of camaraderie. But more than that there was a resilient sense of respect, awe and love – it was ten people deep on both sides of a 26.2 mile stretch.

I believe the 2014 Boston Marathon will leave an impression of a lifetime on my daughters. We saw the elite runners, the dad of one girl in our tween entourage and scores of people from all walks of life and all abilities. A blind man. A pregnant woman. Survivors from last year’s bombing in wheelchairs. The National Guard in combat boots. Team Hoyt. The runners for the foundation created in memory of little Martin Richard, MR8. Runners from Germany, Mexico, Chicago, and San Diego, Canada. Thousands upon thousands of runners and many more spectators. Truly Impressive.

And then the next day, my newly minted 14-year-old ran 3 miles across town.

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7 Reasons Why I’m Hooked on Daring Greatly By Brené Brown

March 16, 2014 by Tara Cousineau Leave a Comment

(or why I am diehard fan of her work)

Every once in a while along the meandering paths of life, there comes a moment, maybe a chance meeting, a work of art, a dream, an intuitive hit, a relationship, a journey to a new land, or some hard work that pays off – that becomes a deeply transformative experience. As I get older, these moments read like post it notes or chapter titles across the timeline in my mind. 2013 was the year I turned 48. It was my year of Awakening.

A Reiki teacher recently told me that 48 is a significant number; in fact, she said that every 12 years of life an alignment takes place. I think she is right. By age 12 I knew my life calling was to be a therapist after a significant incident; at 24 I met my husband; at 36 I had my second daughter and moved to a new, but very old New England home; 48 was a soulful year with a trip to Malaysia and Bali with my daughter Sophie. I met with various teachers, thought leaders, and healers of different stripes and colors, over the course of the year. I also received a huge innovation grant from the National Institutes of Health. It was incredible.

Indeed, my 48th year was a consolidation and a launch pad for my life’s work. I had already begun defining what I call the 5 Cs – compassion, commitment, connection, courage and confidence – as defining principles or core values of my work. And then the year unfolded in a remarkable way that affirmed all of these values.

In 2013 I met and was taught by Rick Hanson, PhD (author of The Buddha’s Brain, and Hardwiring Happiness: The New Brain Science of Contentment, Calm and Confidence), Chris Germer PhD (author of The Mindful Path to Self-Compassion), Kristen Neff, PhD, (author of Self-Compassion: Stop Beating Yourself Up and Leave Insecurity Behind), and Brené Brown (author of Daring Greatly: How the Courage to be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent and Lead and The Gifts of Imperfection). Maybe it took a while to find my tribe. On the other hand, the Universe unfolds in its own way and its gifts appear when we need them or when we can finally see them.

I’ve named this year, 2014, the year of Super Radiance, which refers to a phenomenon when the energy of disparate, living things illuminate or resonate. It was a phrase that jumped out at me when I listened to Lynne McTaggart’s book, The Intention Experiment. 2014 is also significant according to numerologists as it adds up to 7 no matter how you cut it (2014 = twenty + fourteen = 34; 3+4 = 7 or 2 + 0 +1 + 4 = 7). The number 7 represents wisdom and understanding and the word for 2014 is “trust.” I’ll take that.

Today I reflect on the work of Dr. Brené Brown, researcher and storyteller, and founder of the Daring Way™ method, in which I am a certified candidate.

A funny happened recently, when I was toting around her most recent book, Daring Greatly. It had been a long wintery day, and when I came home I didn’t even bother to empty my satchel and take out my laptop and charge it for the night. When I awoke the next morning, to my horror my water bottle leaked. My entire bag was soaked. Brené’s book (the one she signed!) was ruined. But miraculously, the pages mopped up the water and my Macbook remained dry. All my work and intellectual property lives in that device!

It took weeks for the book to dry out. The pages are now crinkled and smudged. I have not yet replaced it. I still leaf through it for words of wisdom as I incorporate the method in to my practice.

Turning the yellowed pages got me to think about the “seven” reasons I have found the work so transformational. For me, the Daring Way™ method:

Affirms the work my previous teachers at Mclean Hospital, Harvard Medical School, where I interned ages ago, the thought leaders who founded the Stone Center at Wellesley College, and who bravely championed a new way of thinking about human connections: the Relational Model in women’s psychology,
Provides a common, non-judgmental language to talk about some of the most difficult but timeless experiences of the human condition: shame and vulnerability,
Demonstrates how vulnerability is the flip side of courage and how we need to step into our vulnerability in order to be brave and show up in our lives,
Embraces empathy and compassion as the antidotes to shame,
Allows us to talk about shame not as a dirty word but as a universal experience that often keeps us small, scared, disengaged, and armored,
Honors mindfulness as both a skill and a way of being that enables self-kindness and compassion toward others and fosters courage from the inside out,
Re-introduces the word “wholeheartedness” into our lexicon as an attribute people can develop and live by in their personal, family and work lives.

What’s so beautiful about the Daring Way method is that Brené Brown’s work is based on thousands of interviews of men and women. Through people’s stories – their own words – she has illuminated the keys to why some people can live with – or overcome – the most difficult life experiences and still be able to thrive. That’s why it the work is so relatable. And it’s also why it is so hopeful.

We all can adopt practices of compassion and courage as a way of being in the world. In small ways or big ways. Every day.

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An Arrow Through the Heart: The Merida Makeover

May 13, 2013 by Tara Cousineau Leave a Comment

“Why? Why would they do that?” Lamented my 13-year-old daughter.

Yes, it’s another sad Disney tale. You see, I showed her the Merida makeover. Merida is the gutsy girl in Brave with bow and arrow, who stands up to her parents with typical teen rants, challenges cultural traditions, and seeks great adventure. If you don’t know this Disney princess, she’s one of the few, who from the get go, shows gumption. She came as a relief to many moms, including myself, to have a female character with wit, confidence, self-reliance… and also empathy.

movies-princess-merida-before-after — (c) Disney/Pixar

I had been at my desk when Josie bobbed in from the school bus. I was looking at the before and after images of Merida that A Mighty Girl posted. A Mighty Girl did a mighty thing by creating a Change.org petition last week to challenge Disney’s leadership on their decision to glamorize Merida for her induction into the Princess Collection. As of today – in a matter of days – the petition solicited about 125,000 signatures.*

Josie peeked over my shoulder to take a closer look the makeover. She squinted, pulled her head back, leaned back in for scrutiny. “She’s looks ugly!” she exclaimed. “I want to sign the petition, too!”

Later, I read what Peggy Orenstein had to say on this latest Disney transgression, author of Cinderella Ate My Daughter. She’s tired of it all. Can’t blame her. So am I. On her blog post she goes through the makeovers of the various Disney princesses and it’s not pretty.

But I’ve come to realize that the media and retail industries will simply be giving moms plenty of teachable moments with our daughters and sons when it comes to media literacy and how unrealistic beauty ideals in our culture affect us.

My husband is in the brand strategy business and I updated him at dinner on the Merida controversy. What is Disney thinking? His view was dispassionate. Having been an art director in NYC, traveled the unforgiving ranks to creative director only to become an entrepreneur and consultant, he painted the corporate picture for us.

“Somebody sent a memo to give Merida a makeover for an event or promotion. Some unsuspecting art director follows the instructions, offers some versions, sends the redesigns back up the line. A brand manager picks one set of the new Merida he likes, and in a matter of seconds it’s a done deal.” In other words, there was little thought to the meaning of the change (or the consequence), and there was certainly no checking in with FANS. Like seriously? Don’t they know that we have a generation of empowered co-creators?!

Disney is trying to sell product. It’s as simple as that. But it seems they really need to take a hard look at their decisions, rash or otherwise. Disney lost their compass on this one. Wasn’t the intent of Brave to offer a new story for girls? Let’s hope the petition to “Keep Merida Brave” changes their minds.

You’d think this could be a pretty useful case study for understanding your customer. But the likelihood that this would reach the Harvard Business School case studies is probably slim. Something like this is not going to put a dent in Disney stock or shift their corporate core values. But the sad truth is that many consumers are pretty numb to what they are being sold and many moms and dads might not even have noticed the Merida makeover once it hit packaging. After all, the Disney’s princesses start to look rather …similar.

MissRepresentation.org is trying to raise awareness of media limiting portrayal of girls and women, not only with their film but with their #NotBuyingIt twitter campaign and upcoming app. It will take grass roots efforts like A Mighty Girl and MissRep, and the cadre of girls empowerment initiatives, to not only raise awareness but to help consumers raise their voices.

Josie is just hitting that vulnerable place where looks matters so much (it’s 7^th grade after all). In anticipation of her all-girls gymnastics banquet, the buzz the past month has been all about their dresses, hair and shoes. Of course, their outfits are then vetted by each other via Instragram. This is not about boys at all. They are glamming it up for a girls’ night out that will last about 3 hours where they dance themselves silly in bare feet.To avoid the potential tears if she doesn’t quite meet her mind’s eye on the day of the event, we practiced the hair-do last night with a curling wand… a contraption I have no experience with. It comes with a glove to avoid burning fingers. We figured it out with trial and error and she became pretty deft at it within an hour. Ironically, her hair looked just the new Merida.

In this makeover nation I asked Josie what if anything, in her opinion, Disney could change about the original Merida – even for the better. Her answer:

Nothing.

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*UPDATE: The Change.org campaign to Keep Merida Brave was a success in part. Disney will keep the original Merida on its website, but the fight is far from over.

Bottling Up Happiness: Affirming the Mother-Daughter Relationship

May 10, 2013 by Pat Cousineau Leave a Comment

Last weekend we held a Mother Daughter workshop, called Helping Moms & Daughters Thrive. Co-host Marthe Teixiera, teen life coach, and I wondered if we could pull it off at such a busy time of year. We did. And here’s what we learned.

1) Time is Precious

Moms and daughters like to spend time doing out of the ordinary things. Making a commitment to spend a few hours out of an overscheduled life to do something unexpected offers an opportunity to delight in the unfamiliar. New experiences were created, and we believe even a small shift in routine can lead to a ripple effect over time.

2) Safe Havens

Moms are super busy. Often frazzled. A number of moms even worried that a 2 ½ to 3 block would be too long. It ended up not being enough time. We found we could have spent a half-day or longer talking about joys, worries, concerns, and how our own teenage years influence how we parent today. There may be a retreat in the making.

3) Rewriting Stories of Adolescence

Moms have little opportunity to reflect on their own teenage years unless they make deliberate time. After years of blocking out our own adolescence despite the fact it forms us in very deep ways, it can be hard to revisit. We did this with a letter writing exercise:

“Now imagine that this Younger Self has the ability to see who she grew up to be. . . into who you are today.

What does she notice or remark upon? Your teenage self will write a letter to the woman you are today.”

There is something about recognizing and letting go of the past to release moms and allow them to parent their daughters in new ways – and thereby re-parenting themselves. One mom, who was relentlessly bullied, realized how strong she was as a teenage girl and remarked on how she came through it with a resilience she didn’t truly acknowledge. Another mom talked about body image and her daughter’s embarrassment at looking the mom’s old photos. It must have been tough for mom to see her daughter’s embarrassment.

One mother reflected on how confident she was as a girl, and how hard it can be to witness her own daughter’s struggle with assertiveness. Another mom reflected about having the very same friends her whole life and that she’s just learning now to stretch outside that comfort zone – and finding it exciting. In contrast, another mom never kept in touch with anyone from high school and remarked on that. These are all of our stories. How these stories influence how we parent and raise our children requires more time. Let’s allow it to happen.

4) Same Old Same Ole – No More

Girls today contend with similar issues around fitting in, body image, and friendships. Yet, in a girl culture that is so vastly different today a new set of skills is required for moms. Simple things, like asking both moms and girls if they knew each other’s social network user names turned into a surprising revelation. Most didn’t know. For a hot issues – online girl culture and texting – that give moms so much anxiety, we haven’t focused attention it in our communities. It’s requires new education.

The girls worked on their own collages, focusing on what makes them who they are, outside of physical appearance and looks. Marthe offered about a series of discussion questions about body image and confidence building. As always, girls are happy to chat but providing new questions and a different context can foster meaningful dialog and new perspectives.

5) A Fresh Kind of “Reset”

The mom-daughter yoga session was very moving for many. Despite giggling girls and “awkward” gestures like making a lion roar, the room became entranced. It highlights how little time we take to breathe and stretch. It seems so simple yet unavailable to many of us today.

When Renee guided the group a set of hand movements, called mudras, with the following words I personally felt like crying. With 13 year old at my side, I heard her voice, among a chorus of other girls and moms say out load:

“I am wise.”

“I am brave.”

“I am beautiful.”

Not once, but twice.

I felt we could all change the world in one moment.

6) See Poetry in Everything

Moms and girls created encouragement jars together. The simple premise is that moms and daughters need to receive positive words from each other now and again… not just about achievements, but about who they are — their beautiful souls.

But it can be awkward at this stage. Dropping notes in a jar is one way to send a message. The moms and girls had lots of fun designing their jars. We had hundreds of affirmations to offer the group as a starting point. We hope a new tradition may take hold and both girls and moms will write their own affirmations.

These are simple things. These are teachable moments. Vulnerability, courage, playfulness… and quality time reflected in simple rituals. It changes the mean of Joy-ful.

With sincere gratitude to all mothers, I wish you a Happy Mother’s Day.

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Contact me fore more information about mother-daughter workshops and Moxie Mom Coaching programs. I’m happy to have a Free Mom-Empower Session with you.

Marte Teixiera, Renee Cinelli & Tara Cousineau, PhD

Ode to the Black Sheep

January 7, 2013 by Tara Cousineau Leave a Comment

As I begin to put away holiday décor, the lingering piece I have on my coffee table is the Black Sheep Tree. It seems that the tree represents such a timeless sentiment of feeling outcast that I’m having a hard time wrapping it up in tissue. A client recently commented on it. It was bathed in the early winter light and caught her lingering attention. She finally said, “That is just so… apropos. Wherever did you find it?”

The tree is a small wiry, sprig, with soft white sheep alighted on the branches. There is a lone black sheep tethered to the trunk, looking up with longin.” I don't know too many people – or anybody really – who doesn’t feel like an outsider, or misunderstood, or lonely at some point or another. Who doesn’t want to feel love and acceptance? I see this right now with my daughters where conformity means survival of middle school.

Even when the drive to “fit in” no longer appeals, we still measure ourselves by our own yard sticks, now internalized and seeped in our subconscious. It’s that struggle between wanting to be unique, or maybe even being a renegade, yet all the while wanting acknowledgement and acceptance.

It takes courage to be a black sheep. It takes some mettle to experience vulnerability, nerve to make your own path and be true to your heart. It can be lonely. January is a “reset” month for me: to appreciate the growing pains of the last year, to acknowledge the gifts that present themselves each and every day, and to aspire to my dreams.

Reminders come in all sorts of ways, as it did recently. There is a yoga teacher who I find particularly grounded and earthy. It is not often I can get to her class but I look forward to her graceful presence when I can. What I enjoy about her teaching is that instead of imposing some little life lesson at the end of the hour, she simply leaves a quote on a piece of paper to take or leave. I find it a beautiful way to end a class and reneter the world. This time however, she placed mini water bottles at the end of our mats during the final rest, savasana. It was thoughtful in this season of giving. On the bottle was her take-way quote; she had printed it on a label. Her choice was not unfamiliar to me, but at the moment it was … well, so apropos:

May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received and pass on the love that has been given to you.

May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.

It is there for each and every one of us.

-St. Theresa of Lisieux