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Published March 21st, 2011
Every so often I share the song that is getting me through the day or the crisis. Seeing as though I’m waiting for pictures from last night’s Mabon celebration (which will now be tomorrow’s blog) I thought I should share the song that has been on repeat for about 2 days now.
Yep … it’s Country! It’s also slowly sinking in considering I’m not the greatest as letting go and reminding myself that I’m not always in control of everything in my life. When things get tough I immediately try and figure out what I’m getting wrong and that makes for a pretty tough personal beating. This song always remind me that “Your life don’t go quite like you planned it” …
Ain’t no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain’t no need to over think it
Let go laughing
Life don’t go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand
Irrefutable, indisputable
The fact is
Psssh
It happens
Yeah, the irrefutable, indisputable, absoluteable, totally beautiful fact is
Psssh
It happens
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 20th, 2011Before I knew that the grass isn’t greener on the other side or that I had the power to change anything, I used to listen to this song with the lack of responsibility for anything I had created in my life. I’m too wise for that now, but one some days I still wish …
I got it bad
you don’t know how bad I got it.
You got it easy
you don’t know when you’ve got it good.
It’s getting harder
just keeping life and soul together
I’m sick of fighting even though I laiow I should.
The cold is biting through each and ev’ry nerve and fibre
My broken spirit is frozen to the core.
I don’t want to be here no more.
Wouldn’t it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one da:
And wouldn’t it be good if we could wish ourselves away.
Wouldn’t it be good to be on your side
The grass in always greener over there.
Wouldn’t it be good if we could live without a care.
You must be joking
you don’t know a thing about it.
You’ve got no problems
I’d stay right there if I were you.
I got it harder
you couldn’t dream how hard I got it
Stay out of my shoes if you know what’s good for you.
The heat is stifling
bun@ing me up from the inside.
The sweat is coming through each and ev’ry pore.
I don’t want to be here no more. I don’t want to be here no more.
I don’t want to be here no more.
Wouldn’t it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one day. . . .
I got it bad. you don’t know how bad I got it. .. .
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 19th, 2011If all goes according to plan, I’ve realised that there might be days where it’s grabbing moments here and there to do this daily blog. It’s impossible for my day to be complete without it and it’s beyond the obvious that my days are always lived as ‘project me’.
Today happens to be one of those days. I’m being fetched by the cool chicks from diligo online shopping in about 15 minutes and there’s still hair and make up to do. We are dashing off to an event that my dearest friend and awesome sponsor, Hustler Girl is involved. Yes … it’s about sex and I’m going to see if there are any networking opportunities for Lifeology and Organic Orgasm. The is a slight hesitation about the event, but part of ‘project me’ is facing everything with an open mind and not judging anything until I know all the facts. So I’m keeping it real and hoping this event and myself are on the same page. Which page might that be? The page that speaks of shameless and fun sex (with all the understandings of self esteem and self worth, of course). That has given me an idea … It’s time to do a blog that spells out all my philosophies that I live by and teach in Organic Orgasm. But let me not get distracted by that now … the girls are on their way 
In the meantime … here’s my feel good song and in line with my day’s events!!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 18th, 2011
It’s no secret that this girl loves to social network in the comfort of my own little space in my cyber world and it’s undeniable that my plan is working fabulously and that social networking and I are very cozy bosom buddies. It’s also a no-brainer that something had to shift if the magical fairies of manifestation are going to turn my dreams into a reality. That’s always the one part of manifestation that I trip over, stub my toes and burst out crying over … the do something different/face your fears part. Trust me, I’ve tried to invoke a miracle and defy the laws of attraction, but here I sit with a failed yet grateful for my failure story to tell.
I always say it: Throw me in front of a crowd and I am all confidence and not faking a single moment of me. Send me out into the world alone and I become the little girl, Jodene, who I don’t remember as being very brave at all. I mean, really, take away all of the cuteness (oh good, you can see it too) and I don’t see much oozy confidence in that little girl face.
At Lifeology we recommend that you do one thing each day that scares you. One thing … not days on end with scary, out of comfort zone events. Well that’s been my last few days. Traveling alone totally scares me. Horrid clouds that shake a plane silly, hopelessly scares me. Talking to strange men on non-escapable airplanes intimidates me a little (or a little more than a little). Being stranded in an airport not knowing why the plane isn’t in the sky is up there with things that unsettle me. Do I sound like a woos right about now?
Lucky for me, the things that usually freak people out is the stuff that doesn’t freak me at all. Now that I’ve given myself and my ego that little save, I can mention one more thing that I absolutely HATE doing on my own. Drum roll please … I HATE arriving at places on my own. I can go to a movie by myself and shop for ages all alone and even take myself out to dinner, but don’t make me arrive at a function all by myself. Yuk! Yes … I said Yuk!!
So after returning from Cape Town after being stranded in the airport and then thrown around the sky wall sitting next to a strange man who was offering to buy me wine … I had a ladies networking event to attend. This would be easy … phone a friend and don’t go alone. The one bit of bravery thing was done hours ago and I expected the rest of the day to go my way. I can picture the manifestation fairies chuckling at me, constantly.
It was supposed to be easy … call Hustler Girl. Right, she was busy. Beg little sis who looked hagged after a seriously hard day’s work (I tried not to care, trust me). Beg mother … ok, that was going nowhere. Sulk for 10 minutes that you business partner and best friend (same person) is a male. A cute male would look great in drag, but still a no-can-do for the networking event.
Sulk for another 5 minutes. I tried to convince myself that the airport and airplane saga was too much for me, but we all know I’m not much of a quitter … so I put on the war-paint and my big girl panties and headed to the networking event.
If you say I told you so, (not mentioning any names … Greg Arthur or a certain Robbie) you shall consider yourself unspoken to for at least 24 hours.
I will let The Venus Networks introduce itself: An on-going collaboration between brands and a group of carefully selected women, designed to ensure that the products and brands that women buy, and the information they receive, fit into their world, not the other way around.
It’s undeniable, I’m a Venus Girl and pretty damn thrilled at myself for facing the dozenth fear for the day and attending the networking function on my own. I always say that The Universe rewards bravery and my reward was being surrounded by an unbelievable crowd of inspirational women. We all had the same goal in mind … FUN of course! It was great to just be girls … girls with ideas, dreams, aspirations, visions and very big plans. You need three things when women network … food, champagne and a pen. In this era of technology don’t think any of us whipped out our Blackberry’s or find them for that matter. Thank heavens for the good old fashioned business card and some very smart Venus ideas that are only conjured up by networking women.
They say it only takes one and this was it. The one! The one moment that broke a little more shackles that tie me to the world of online networking and throws me out into the world for another very powerful form of social networking. A ‘project me’ moment of great self pride and the reward of meeting new and reconnection with familiar empowering women who are all The Venus Networks.
A special thank you to the ladies of the diligo online fashion shop for a great night, an instant connection, immediate social plans and a great concept!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 17th, 2011Of course the story starts with me being stranded at the airport awaiting an update on the flight back to Jozi being delayed by an hour already.
The flight from Jozi was a little torturous yesterday with horrid clouds (as pretty as they were) and huge air pockets. I swear it felt as though we dropped an entire floor. Holly molly!
So while I wait and watch potentially nasty clouds, here’s my Cape Town story.
As for Cape Town … It’s so pretty but so stinking hot. Yes, yes I wasn’t even here on a sweltering day. The mountains really are that pretty. People aren’t as obsessed with Woolworths because we had to drive a way to find one … And that brings me to the driving … I think Rome finally has competition! To sun it up and bless my precious chauffeur, Clauds … I’m lucky to be alive!
And now for the talk! Have I told you enough times how much I love what I do? I think I’ve also mentioned my frustration at not finding ideal venues in Jozi to do my Organic Orgasm talks! There’s no hassle with that in Cape Town thanks to the amazing Sensual Boutiques.
Yay for Cape Town girls … I can feel the urge to return surge through me as I reminisce on one of the greatest evenings I have had as a speaker and teacher.
Shy is not an issue in this bold town and I needed that refreshing realisation. Girls wanted to know when they could bring their guys? Toys were being waved around the store with shameless enthusiasm, confident questions and responses flowed and no one went home empty handed … Except me of course! All I could picture was my bag being scanned at the airport and my newly purchased happy rabbit waving ‘hello’ to some innocent security person.
To my special friend, Bean, who has known me since high school! Thank you for driving an hour to come and support Me. Thank you for your bubbly nature that carried so much laughter through the night.
To the staff of Sensual Boutique who made this event possible and who I am honoured to associate myself with … Thank you for your pride and will to make a change in a much needed industry.
Cape Town ladies … I will be back … Over and over again! Thank you for an unforgettable night and for welcoming me with such enthusiasm. You are sending me home filled the motivation and a dozen ideas to being back to you.
Another delay has just been announced … And as much as I have had such an awesome time … This girl is ready to get home!
Published March 16th, 2011
I’m half dressing, half blogging and finishing off the last bit of packing. It’s a checklist free moment, which I thought I would never achieve in my life. It takes a lot of trust for a control freak to pack with the realisation that I’m not going to the middle of nowhere and if I’ve forgotten anything I can buy it. Greggie taught me that lesson when we went to Italy together. It was laced with sarcasm, but the point stuck with me.
The last time I climbed on a plane all by myself was in 1989! Yes … I kid you not! I’m not the greatest loner-traveler!
On the other hand, I am a big dreamer and a very determined individual so climbing on a plane to fly to Cape Town for my first out of town talk … well that I can totally overcome. Last night at our regular Tuesday night get-together, I was telling my mom and Greggie that it’s amazing how you overcome things at the perfect time. I seriously thought I would be in a much bigger state over leaving Greggie at the check-in line and having to do the rest all by myself, including trusting that the people who respect me and have invited me to Cape Town will remember to fetch me.
Wow … my first out of town talk!!!
It’s on days like this that I am thrilled I started telling my ‘project me’ story when moments like this were just as picture stuck on a vision board.
Amazingly, when I created the vision board I wasn’t even business partners with Greggie. There was no concept of an incredible business called Lifeology. There certainly was no intention under the sun of teaching people about sex. I don’t think I was confident enough to have an orgasm let alone mention the word and now I’m traveling to do a talk under my brand ‘organic orgasm’.
I love that about vision boards! It’s one of the things I most wanted to teach before I found my passion for organic orgasm and project me. I wanted to teach people the hidden secrets as to why people don’t manage to manifest what they plaster all over their vision boards. I wanted to teach people that when you look back at your board, it won’t look anything like the dreams you initially had in mind back then … it will be better.
Greg and I often contemplate how we are going to get messages across to the world and the one that always baffles us most is trying to explain to people the steps that either of us took to get from merely dreaming to truly living. How did I get from the shy, insecure girl who couldn’t say ‘sex’ to the woman who now helps other people explore the wonders of their bodies, their partner’s bodies and the endless joys of sex?
Oh, you want an answer to that? Hmmmm … I went with the flow. I didn’t resist the moments that life threw at me. I listened to my teachers and then threw out the things I didn’t like. I added in the things I did and then realised that I didn’t like some of those things and so I threw out ideas and beliefs all over again.
I risked!! I risked like hell, I might tell you! I risked being destitute at one point and I risked the disapproval of my family at another, but at those moments, that’s when I realised what I wanted most of all.
And then one day you wake up and you are doing things that might scare the living daylights out of you, but you wouldn’t be anywhere else in the world. So, my bags are nearly packed and my incredibly supportive business partner is nearly on his way to fetch me for the airport. On the other side, the team from Sensual Boutique are awaiting my arrival after an invitation to be a guest speaker at their sexy store in Table View.
I could be stressed that the crowd is small and at one point I contemplated canceling because numbers were low but then I remembered going to a talk by one of my great inspirations, Mike Dooley. He spoke of doing his talk and there were only two people in the audience … his mother and his brother. Now he travels around the world and he fills halls.
That too, is on my vision board … watch this space!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 15th, 2011
My journey has been a long one and by no means is my journey over…
I think it is always good to look back and remind ourselves just how far we have come and what we have achieved along the way.
There have been many events in my life, some bad and some good but all of them have had a significant impact on me and they have made me who I am today. I try to be a “glass is half full” kind of person. I believe that we are given challenges in life to help us grow as individuals and hopefully help us achieve our life’s purpose.
It has taken many years for me to build my confidence my self esteem. It is a constant conscious effort. When one begins to explore the reasons why one has fears or low self worth issues, you are made aware of the impact that certain people or situations have had on you.
I decided in order for me to be truly happy I needed to rid myself of negativity. Two years ago I confronted the person who played a big part of instilling fear and lack of self worth in me. Confronting this person was one of my biggest fears. I felt such relief and closure once I took back my power. I was sick of being made to feel that I am useless, pathetic, a failure, a disappointment, an embarrassment, not good enough etc.
I am blessed to have people in my life who encourage and support me and who are proud of me. I have created my own success and have been on a journey I would never have expected to go on, yet I have enjoyed every minute of it and I am satisfied with where I am today. I took my circumstances and made them work for me. I became the owner of a business at 26 and have since then grown my business knowledge and skills.
My empowerment has come from owning my adult store! It has been a big challenge for me and I had to overcome many of my fears in order to succeed.
I used to be so extremely shy and be scared of my own shadow. I had difficulty expressing myself and had low self esteem issues. I was always worried about what people thought of me. I was thrown in the deep end with the store and had to learn very quickly to overcome all of my insecurities and fears if I wanted to be a success and be taken seriously. I have been able to overcome many of these fears and build my confidence through my business.
As I said before my journey is a not over …. I have just started studying towards my BA Social Work Degree and once I have that I can specialize in Sexology.
Project Me is definitely a work in progress!
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With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 15th, 2011
My skin’s gone a little south from stress and a little too much of the unhealthy yet comforting food. I have fallen off the enthusiasm bus of my daily walks. I have forgotten all I taught myself about eating consciously.
I haven’t meditated for entire time I have lived with my mom. I have done one moon ritual and cleaned my crystals maybe twice.
Of all the emotions I feel, fear is at the top of the list. It’s only one fear. The fear that these parts of me will never find balance and I will spend my life starting and stopping my routines, rituals and even my beliefs. Yes … sometimes my very foundation of belief falls by the wayside.
Yesterday was Monday. No matter what happens, Greggie and I go out for lunch on a Monday. No matter how stressful, financially strapped or miserable the moment … we always have our Monday.
Just over ten years ago My Hero died. At that time I had a very special connection to a Rabbi who was my teacher. He taught me a morning prayer and I adapted it to suit my beliefs. In the beginning I might have forgotten a few times and it took a while to decide the exact wording and timing, but for 10 years, no matter what, I say that morning prayer.
After going to Dan Hugo for body stress release therapy after I injured my back, he showed me morning exercises. He explained to me how they needed to be done first thing in the morning before I even got out of bed. No matter how I wake up feeling. No matter the fact that I can’t drag myself to gym. No matter what … I do those core exercises every single morning.
It’s easy for me to list the things that I let myself down with. And I know there has been a lot about this over the past few weeks, but admitting the truth is one of the toughest gifts we can ever give ourselves. Then … all of a sudden … there is that moment where the light shines through all the truths that had to be heard. My light where the things I started to notice I do … no matter what.
Some of those are beliefs, some of them are routine and some of them are ritual. The very things I fear I will never master in other areas of my life.
Currently, I am living on a construction site and half of my family home is packed up in boxes. Every day we get rid of another thing that belonged to my father. I am overwhelmed with excitement to have my own room and set up my alter after nearly 2 years. Do you think I could cut myself some slack?
I haven’t been and I wouldn’t have unless I hadn’t of woken up this morning and thought: “It’s Tuesday and no matter what, I have my Tuesday plans.” No matter what, my mom, Greggie and I meet on a Tuesday. We speak our realisations of the week that has passed, (I usually cry) and we help each other find the good, the conscious and the brave in the days gone by.
Moving is stressful and I am only beginning to realise just how powerful that realisation is. So, I’ve dragged myself into a little girl comfort zone while I wait to be settled into my new and sacred space. But one thing I never have to worry about is that, no matter what, I WILL always do what is best for me. No matter what, I have routine and ritual that I have sustained for over a decade. Those very routines that I never had before and that I will never live without after.
It’s amazing the gift you give yourself when you look back and see just how far you have come. Don’t believe them when they say ‘never look back’ because, no matter what, there are gift waiting to become your pillar of strength from the realisations of yesterday.
PS … that’s going in the ‘project me’ manual!!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 14th, 2011
I can hardly even concentrate, but I’m dragging myself through this blog. I made a choice to tell my life story, so here it is. While I am sitting with all my dramas about feeling fat, hating gym and worries about having to explain my every choice to people around me, I’m waiting to get a call from the vet. I’m waiting for the vet to tell me why my little and oh so precious kitten is having HIV and Leukemia tests.
So this is my life happening in real time and it’s not the greatest way to start a Monday. It’s especially not fantastic after a weekend of continuous voices pounding away in my head. No, not an array of Cybil voices. They are just my own – The nasty ego voice and the rational soul voice. Oh, there could be a guided voice or two that I seem to ignore most of all.
Of course I know why I’m ignoring them!! It’s because they keep shoving this image of the tarot hanged man in my face. As tarot cards go … I seem to hate this one! Well, who wouldn’t? It tells you to stand in your truth and do things your way no matter what the world might think of you, say or do to you!
Don’t be fooled by the ‘positivity movement’! It’s so easy to think all the happy thoughts in the world, but to stand in your truth and do it truly is much more difficult. I even find myself battling to blog this because I know I’m going to get the positivity lecture, yet the reality is undeniable … to stand up in one’s truth is the ultimate of life’s challenges.
For starters, it’s even difficult to distinguish the truth behind all of the noises of the world. It’s simple things that I battle with, but none the less they are monstrous to me.
I’ve never claimed to be on the positivity bus, but none of the chaos that I go through is any form of a pity party. The fears, obstacles and trial that I face are extremely real. I wouldn’t have a career if it were not for the reality that things are easier said than done. I wouldn’t have this blog if everyone simply told themselves the truth and never repeated a pattern a day in their lives. But life doesn’t work that way and we are all trying to figure out how ….
How do I live consciously? How do I overcome my fears? How do I ensure I never make the same mistake again? How do I face the truth and not sweep it under the carpet?
Winston Churchill once said: “If you’re going through hell, keep going!” I’m not sure what that means just yet … but I do pride myself in the reality that I do keep going, even when it feels like the burning depths of hell.
I have just gotten off the phone from Greggie, who gave me an analogy that I really needed to hear. He told me that when we climb a mountain there are still little hill that we have to go over and on those downhills, we are still working our way up that mountain. If I have my first instincts right, I go back down to the bottom of the mountain every time I have an obstacle. I feel as though I have achieved nothing and that I need to begin all over again.
What’s all this encrypted confusion about? Well, it’s about food and exercise … yet again!!
I’m still on the SlimLab and it’s certainly helping me curve the cravings and balance the sugars, however, when it was weight-in day I had picked up nearly 3 kg’s! Well didn’t that just fuel the shame, considering that I have been going to gym and walking nearly every day and I had introduced carbs back into my life after tossing them out for the wedding. I set myself right back to the place of not knowing my body or myself and I tossed the idea of being healthy all together. Instead of going down a little hill and carrying on up the mountain, I rolled over and tumbled all the way to the bottom again. … That’s addiction for you!
So I feel as though I’ve been battered and bruised, but once again, I know that speaking my truth to Greggie and then to the world is a big part of overcoming the scary space I find myself in. I also know that there are many people out there who I can empathise with and that’s why I need to express it in the blog. I know … I know so much … but doing something about it is truly easier said than done.
So if you are reading this and you can relate … cut yourself some slack and be a little kind to yourself. That’s all the advice I can give your right now because it’s the only thing I know to do for me at this moment too.
PS … The vet just called and Saphirah does have a low immune system but it’s not leukemia or HIV!! I can’t tell you how relieved I am! So it’s wet food at night and a little monitoring and she’ll be just fine
What a day and it’s only 11am!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 13th, 2011
It’s easy to hide from someone else, but absolutely impossible to hid from myself. Or is that true?
I can count on my fingers the amount of times I haven’t felt like blogging but today I could just hide away from all of this. Hide away from making my life public and from trying to stand out in the world.
The reality hit me at about lunchtime yesterday … I do have the ability to sabotage my happiness. I do know how to leave myself alone and my highest potential alone and so man more of you!
Thank heavens for ADDICTION!
Mine might not be alcohol or drugs … maybe it’s better, maybe it’s worse … but yesterday I realised that it’s time to be different.
No … not do something different, but to BE different because my different is the thing I’m most afraid of.
I went to want Greggie sing last night (that might be a little secret, but one day I’ll post a video … with his permission of course) and it was a little concert in a church with one incredible singing teacher’s students. Some were brilliant and some weren’t so good but no matter what, they all sang.
Except … there was one little girl who got too afraid and pulled out of singing. She’s the one I focused on most of all. Afterward neither Greg nor my mom said they noticed her … yet my heart broke for her. Somehow I knew that feeling and (without being to mean to myself) I understood having a beautiful talent but being too afraid to show it and then wishing I could. I knew half her tears were relief and the other half would always be regret.
Somehow I can’t put that moment down and I know that I’m hiding my talent from the world. My very talent is the lesson of teaching the world that you can stand as an individual. I’m addicted to fitting in because of the fear of being different … that’s gonna take some explaining but today I’m that petrified of that statement that it’s left me a little shaken … so shaken that I slept until 11:30 today!
But here’s the truth. I don’t know where to begin and I’m already feeling ashamed because I want to start explaining myself heaven forbid the ‘positivity generation’ read this post and tell me to pull myself together or chin up or get over myself.
Truth first …
But for today I know I’m going to go right back to my addiction … I will fit in with the world of what I eat to not be difficult, what to say as to not cause and upset and what to do as to not look to out of place in the world!
Don’t all addicts say it … “I’ll just do it for one more day!”
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
