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Summer comes in two flavors. Ready, and Ready or Not?

Ready is the pink of petunias, youth, and freshly manicured toes.

Ready or Not is the color of toe jam, oh bother, and only your shoes fit!

I think the male equivalent is either last year’s shorts fit or they don’t.

Men don’t have the same number of temperatures as women. Ok. I don’t have any science to back me up. Go ahead and argue, I’ll give you a hot flash!

Ready is when you gladly don your swimsuit and dive into the pool, appreciating how your arms cut through the water. Not ready is the dreadful thought that you have created your own pool of sweat and how are you gonna get up gracefully.

Not ready? Take a baby step…and then another…follow the things across the room that excite you!

Thank your body for everything it does for you. Shedding extra weight is putting the puzzle pieces of healing together.

She is beautiful, gracious, insightful, accomplished; the list goes on….

And she comes to see me because she has one hundred extra pounds.

She wants to give it away.

She knows a lot about nutrition.

She knows a lot about a lot of things.

She is fascinating and fascinated as she pulls up the gnarly roots of unwanted behaviors.

Sometimes we can laugh and "ah ah" over what has been hidden.

She goes back into her life, joyously sleuthing for more roots, and what feels like the bloom of power.

As her mind changes, life feels a little easier.

Her heart grows lighter as she fills it with hope.

She says one day, "I am not comfortable in my own kitchen.I have worked so hard to create home and comfort and I realize I sneak in there like a thief, taking things. I don't feel at home."

The history of how this came to be unfolds before her like a new sheet. When she realizes that she has no pleasant kitchen memories,we draw mental pictures for growing loving connections in her kitchen.

She came back and is happy at how she stood in her kitchen and cooked for people she loved, and allowed them to be right next to her.

She decided to paint her kitchen a soft color. She called her sisters and discovered they had similar feelings.

She called her mother.

She learned more as she looked back another generation.

She calls it her love room as she is begins to own it as a warm, sunny studio for her creative, nurturing spirit.

Ah, this is much better than the guilt of being a thief. Remember that the answer is not in the kitchen, but underneath why YOU are in the kitchen.

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Some things just click.  Alone they are great, together they are fantastic.  Hypnosis and EFT, the Emotional Freedom Technique are like that.  

One practitioner called it weed whacking, and then mowing to make things smooth. My approach is bit more gentle, I think of it like pulling weeds, so you are free to grow whatever you want or need.

For the past year I have been experimenting  with the format of the Breakthrough Sessions. I like doing groups. Everyone benefits and it is cost effective. 

The last Breakthrough Session was really powerful.  I allow my intuition to start somewhere with someone. I tap on myself and the person I am working with mirrors me, while I talk. I don't know where the words come from, but things slip out of my mouth and I just keep going. Everyone taps along. 

What I find is that the repetition puts everyone in a bit of a trance, including me, and we get results.

On Monday, we tapped on the fact that Carol had a new kitchen, a new juicer, as well as fruits and vegetables that were going to rot if she didn't use them soon. But they were more like props for the life she wanted and couldn't get herself to live. She said, "I don't deserve to feel good".

We tapped on all of the reasons why, and this came up as another aspect from being sexually abused, and then not being believed as a child. Letting go of that kind of emotion is powerful. 

As we went around the room, one person's relief seemed to feed the fire of the next person's ah!ah! The next participant, who has made real strides, surprised me when I saw tears streaming down her beautifully round face. She sighed and said, "I gave up on myself at eighteen years old".