my heart looks like your heart

my heart looks like your heart

Saturday, January 25, 2014

you matter. yes, you ...

you matter. 
your voice matters. 
and you deserve, as much as anyone else on the planet, to use your voice. 
it is okay to stand up for your heart with dignity and grace.

"Make a pledge to yourself right now, to declare that you are worth your time and energy."  -Deborah Day

you matter

click below to read my article on the magic of YOU:

you matter.  yes, you ...

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Thursday, January 23, 2014

the reclaiming of my heart

i found this awesome organization called "women for one" ... it is a global community of women encouraging authenticity and inspiration.  it is easy to get lost in all the goodness they offer and in discovering new wonderful souls to know and learn from!

it is an honor for me to be published on their website ...


click below to join the movement and to read about my defining moment of reclaiming my heart.
it was the first step of many ... 
but every. 

click here:
The Reclaiming of My Heart By: Jacqueline O’Leary Covert

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 for inspiration and empowerment!  
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Saturday, January 18, 2014

why do i want to hold your hand when i'm mad?


last week while waiting for a friend, i witnessed a couple, clearly in a close relationship, and clearly in a moment of conflict.  i wasn't trying to eavesdrop, it was just very clear that they were both very upset.  i have always been interested in and fascinated by the dynamics between people, and i couldn't help but feel their heavy hearts.

 i guess maybe because i am a feeler and very touchy, i kept wanting one of them, either one, to reach for the other.  just to hold hands or lean in.

and then, as if by osmosis, i watched the girl reach for the boy's hand ... and they held hands for a brief moment.

then she asked, "are you still mad?"
he replied, "yes."

and then i watched, sadly, as the girl let go of his hand.

after a few minutes of this heaviness in the air, i heard him ask, "why did you let go?"
she replied, "well usually when someone is mad at someone, the last thing they want to do is hold that person's hand."
he said very quietly, "i disagree,"
and then they sat in silence for a while before getting up and walking away.  i watched them walk away together, but still not touching, and still in silence.

as they went on with their day, i went on to think about this ... day after day.

i thought about how i wanted them to touch each other.  i wondered why that mattered to me, and what it meant about my perspective or my feelings towards conflict in a relationship.

i thought about what the girl said when she let go of his hand.  i wondered what my own feelings and thoughts were about that very statement of hers.

i wondered if they were okay and i wished them well.
   i also decided that there are many reasons why i would choose to be a hand holder, even during times of conflict.  here are my thoughts. what are yours?


Thursday, January 16, 2014

words to awaken your heart ... and nourish your soul

while recently hanging out on the the website for Women For One, i discovered this awesome little book.  it is written by Jeff Brown, and it is called Ascending With Both Feet on the Ground.

every time i open it, i want to share at least some of the words, if not all.

it's a small book, with short passages on each page, but i cannot bring myself to read the whole thing from front to back because i don't want it to be over.

so i force myself to only read a few pages at a time.  putting it down.  picking it back up again.  putting it down.  picking it up.

luckily it is the kind of food for your soul, the kind that even if you re-read a page, it's either just as awesome as the first time you read it, or you might even read it or understand it in a different way, depending on what is going on that day, or possibly what you may have experienced or learned since the last time you read it.

this desire i have to share this book is too overwhelming to contain, so i have decided to share a little something from its glorious pages, every day, here on my blog.  

here is the start, and i will post a new one each day to the side bar on the right -->

in the future, feel free to click on the daily quote for more bites.  i promise they will be just as good as when they were posted.   -------->

please join me each day for a new little morsel ... some snack size awesomeness for your soul.

share the awesomeness and join jeff's movement "love it forward" 

there are little footprints similar to these, throughout the book. i thought it was fitting that i use this photo of my son's feet, which was taken one summer day after he had finished jumping and playing in a rain puddle 

Friday, January 10, 2014

no words

i've been in a little bit of a daze, thinking about someone i love.  someone whose heart is broken.  not just broken like in two.  but broken into a thousand tiny pieces.  the kind where you don't know how to hold yourself together, you can't sleep, you have no appetite, and you just really don't know how you're getting from moment to moment.  it's that kind of broken when tears are sitting in front of your eyeballs and it is some miracle that they aren't racing down your face when they aren't.

it's that kind of broken when your thoughts come and go in no order.  when you feel scattered and lost and scared and nothing seems real.  when you pray that you are in a nightmare, and that when you wake up it will all be over.  when you see and hear other people laughing and carrying on around you, but you don't know how they are doing it.  and whatever they are laughing about or smiling about just can't possibly be that important.  because your world is different.  because your world has changed. and it just doesn't seem right that the rest of the world is going on as if nothing has happened.  even the sun shining seems ... wrong.

the kind of broken you feel when someone you love is suddenly and unexpectedly no longer on this earth.

it is scary to think about ... our mortality.

it is scary to think about ... our lack of certainty.

there is no promise that any one of us will be here tomorrow.  i know this.  you know this.  we all know this.  yet we live as if there is some promise of the future.

when someone leaves our life, we recognize this truth and we sometimes talk about the fact that we have no guarantees and that we need to live in the now.  waste no time.  seize the day.

i am lost in between both of these feelings.  the hurt, the paralysis of knowing someone i love is hurting in this way ...  and the gentle reminder that life is fragile.

i always try to find the message ... the gift in any struggle.  sometimes i can't feel one without the other.  sometimes i can't feel either one at all.

this isn't the first time i've written about the loss of another person's life.  but just as each person's life is unique, so is each one's effect on the world when they go.

i know what it's like to sit in silence and awe, at a traffic light, and look around and not understand how the world is turning and how no one knows that someone i love is gone.  watching people go through drive-thrus and order burgers and somehow even that doesn't seem right.  like how can things just go on the same when nothing is the same?  shouldn't there be some kind of acknowledgement by the world?  it doesn't seem right or even possible.

i know what it's like to hold a family member who has lost her child and cannot talk, swallow, or barely breathe.

i know what it's like to hold my friend who has lost her husband, and lie in bed with her, without speaking, for weeks.

i know what it's like to ache for someone else's ache.  to hurt and cry along with and for another heart that is floundering.

i just still don't know the words to say.
there never seem to be any words that are the right ones.
there never seem to be any words that help.
at times like this,
there never seem to be any words
at all.