How to Redefine Love This Valentine’s Day: 14 Gestures of Love by Monica Wilcox

January 29th, 2012

My single girlfriend has been counting down the days until Valentine’s Day since mid-January, as if it’s a court date for a romantic misdemeanor. Now that the calendar is flashing February, she’s warped herself into a V-day panic. WHAT will she do with herself on this dreaded day? Sit alone in her condo, slurping bowls of Special K, watching reruns of Sex in the City? Huddle in a crowded bar with her single girl posse? For Anita, “love” has become a battle hymn.

Here’s the odd thing, I’m just as disgruntled with Valentine’s Day, even though I deeply love my husband of 18 years. Manufactured romance just doesn’t do it for me; like a Husky pulling the Hallmark sled, dashing to the store for some F.C.C (flowers, chocolates, and a card). Spending around $128 (men average $166 while women average $90) before my husband and I retire to a restaurant to suffer through a ninety minute wait for a small table near the kitchen. Valentine’s Day is as poorly scripted as a XXX flick.

Somewhere along the way (probably when caveman A noticed cavewoman A and kept dragging flowers into their cave) we got off track in this love thing. We’ve stopped listening to the call of our hearts, beating the same song every moment of the year: love, love, love. Tell me that love, to give AND to receive, is not your life’s highest purpose? That’s the IT, the WHOLE, the ALL: just love. If you were to unabashedly love every day until the end, would that not be a life well lived? Would that be love well owned? And here is the miracle, you don’t have to have “romance” to experience love, because you’ve got loads of impressive stuff within you waiting to be loved, and if you’ve already paid homage to your own soul, there are a trillion other life forms on this planet ready to share your heart.

The Challenge

Don’t let another day pass, February or not, before you open your heart. I’m challenging you to commit to 14 gestures of love over the next 14 days; simple gestures that pack a lot of love with a minimal amount of effort. If you promise not to let a lack of a mate stop you, I’ll promise I won’t let having a long-term mate stop me. Can you imagine where this could take our spirits, our energy, and our lives if we were to really celebrate the greatest emotion we will ever share? Go ahead; let’s toss our love pebble out to see how far the rings will travel.

The Doing — Love Thyself

To hear “I LOVE YOU!” from your own heart — it took me a long time to hear that, entirely too long. To know that you are more than enough — just as you are, before the name or titles, the relationships and achievements — is one of the hardest and mightiest things we can grasp. I believe to be on this planet as a mysterious bulk of biological mass working in perfect synchronicity, is a gift of love in and of itself; a chance to experience, learn anew, feel, and sense. Consider this — I can sense the power of an ocean through the tide crashing on my purple painted toenails…sipping a fruity drink…eating chocolate. Now that’s a Valentine!

Are you squeamish at the idea of loving your own soul first and foremost? Don’t you think it’s time, (cue The Judds) don’t you think it’s time? Close your eyes, take a deep gut busting breath and speak the words “I love you.” Take another deep breath, and think these words, then think them three more times. Now sit in silence and say it not with your mind or your voice, but with your heart. There,  see how sweet self love is — and it was calorie free and didn’t require a reservation. You’ve already accomplished your first gesture of love.

Now let’s get creative. Write a love letter to your soul. Spend an extra hour one morning trying a new hairstyle. Take a nap in the grass and sunshine at the city park. Plant your favorite inspirational quotes in the pockets of your summer clothes. Give yourself that romantic gesture you’ve always hoped someone else would do for you? Why wait another day to tell your soul how happy you are to BE?

The Doing — Love a Stranger

One of the greatest gestures of love is an unconditional one. Don’t let an opportunity to commit a gesture of love for a perfect stranger pass you by, especially if you can stay anonymous. Pay for the person’s order behind you at the drive-thru. Tuck a valentine under the front wiper of every car you park beside in the next two weeks. Doorbell ding your neighbors with heart shaped sugar cookies. The crazy, cool miracle of committing a gesture of kindness for a stranger is the state of giddy joy that overcomes you as you sneak away.

The Doing — Love Something

What do you love: your garden, a pet, yoga, cooking, crafting, Facebook? Commit a gesture of love by showing your gratitude to have this wonderful thing in your life and all the joy it has brought you. Fertilize those roses. Take Frisky to the dog park. Fit in an extra class. Craft a special something for another. If you love something deeply, make sure the Universe knows how much it means to you!

The Doing — Love Someone

Why do we have to be 7 to give everyone in our life a valentine? When did love become restricted to a romantic partner? Who is it that you think of often but never have time to contact? Who do you love but keep forgetting to tell? Commit a gesture in the next two weeks for every long term relationship you have: romantic or not. Mail them homemade valentines. Meet for coffee. Send a text reminding them which trait you love most about them. Leave a meaningful quote on their office desk with their favorite candy. Even better, do something kind for someone they love.

Taking up the Challenge

Go ahead, redefine Valentine’s Day. Take up the challenge with me and see if 14 days of loving gestures will change your February. What do you think happens to our soul when we focus on love? Do you think it may trigger those who receive it to embrace love themselves? Be careful, you may enjoy this so much; you’ll be spilling love right into Christmas.

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How to Scream by Monica Wilcox

January 22nd, 2012


When I got on Facebook today I was instantly irritated; half a page of newsfeed and I wanted to SCREEEEAM. Everyone’s status was all “Gratitude-Day 407”, posting pictures of kittens snuggling wolves and “We’re buried in 27 feet of snow. My summer roses are so happy”.  The sweetness and hope and inspiration were so thick the shell of my laptop started to coat in a white frost. I swiped a chunk from my screen for a taste test… fine, powdered sugar.

The whole world’s gone gooey-pink-cotton-candy and I’m all sour grapes. You don’t need to be on a social network to know what I’m talking about. Step into any garden center, spa or yoga class and you can find the same powdery stuff pumping from the vents. I call it the Enlightenment Effect and well, it seems to be extremely popular. Read the rest of this entry »

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Confessions & Quests: Finding my Tribe by Melanie Bates

January 15th, 2012

Abby Rose Newman

I have a confession to make and I feel pretty damn vulnerable putting fingers to keys around it.

(No, I haven’t been watching The Bachelor.)

You ready?

I spent almost two decades of my life wishing I were Native American. What’s more is that, for many of those years, I didn’t consciously recognize it.  Essentially I just wanted to be of this culture as part of a tribe of a people and history that I looked up to.

Instead, I was born into a family of Latter Day Saints (Mormons) which traces back to my 4th or 5th Great Grandparents who lived near Joseph Smith and, upon his death, traveled with Brigham Young to Utah. While my family is amazing the garments just never fit me and I’ve been searching, studying, and “trying on” different religions and different types of spirituality since I wore a retainer and a turtleneck with frogs smattered on it. Read the rest of this entry »

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How to Keep Your Life Flowing Forward by Monica Wilcox

January 8th, 2012

I don’t know about you but I’ll take a good ol’ fashioned nightmare over a recurring dream any night. Who wants to relive OMG! I’m topless in the break room! night after night? Or to free fall into the endless black pits over and over and over? High school went well for me. . . until I graduated. Since then my dreams keep bringing me back to a demented high school hell. I’ve lost my class schedule. I never took Calculus and have to go back. I can’t find my locker combo. I can’t find my locker. I can’t find the hallway to my locker. It got so bad that even the Sand Man started leaving me sympathy notes on my nightstand, “Better luck next night, girl!” Oh, screw you Mr. S! Don’t snag yourself on my dream catcher on your way out! Read the rest of this entry »

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The #1 Gift to Give Yourself in 2012 – Seriously, Folks! by Melanie Bates

January 1st, 2012

I’ve never been more in love. Since I was a tiny tot I’ve been an organizational freak and used to line up all my patent leather Mary Janes with level precision so that I could hide crackers and Halloween treats in them. My shoes are still lined up, though I now keep the crackers in the cupboard and the Halloween candy has its own drawer, so when I saw this 2012 Declutter and Organize Calendar on mysimplerlife.com I nearly passed out with joy. Read the rest of this entry »

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Prayer for Expectation Addicts: Show Up. Shine. Let it Go. by Danielle LaPorte

December 26th, 2011

I have willed stuff into being. Lot’s of it. Will will willing willfulness. And if you dared to tell me (brave soul, you), in the midst of my willfulness, that I should let go of my expectations, (gasp!) I would have gone stone cold, or snortle-laughed you off, or pressed delete. Because I thought expectation was a key ingredient to manifestation. Turns out it’s a major distraction. And I’m done with it. For now. (One day at a time ‘n all that.)

Which brings me to the present. Essentially, this is a sermon on presence.Because when you’re showing up in the now, you don’t have time to expect much. You’re focused on the give, not the get. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Santa Letter by Monica Wilcox

December 18th, 2011

To The Child of the Home,

Don’t worry yourself. I received your wish list and everything is as it should be.

My, my, my, how you’ve filled up that single bed this year. Now that you’re “all grown up” I bet you wish I’d stop thinking of you as a child. But there are a few things you don’t know about Saint Nick and here’s one of them: I’ll always see you as you were on that Christmas morning in your 4th year; sleepy eyed, with that I–love-this-world expression. Even when you grow older than clay and crankier than a garden faucet, I’ll still see the child lurking within you, the one who asked for a soccer ball when you secretly wanted a stuffed teddy bear. Read the rest of this entry »

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When Christmas Turns Two Shades Too Blue by Monica Wilcox

December 11th, 2011

‘Twas 14 days before Christmas when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even Whiskers, our caged mouse. The stockings are still in a crate, and it looks like St. Nick is running late.  My children had crashed, done counting sheep. My husband is all snug in our bed, fingers texting against my thigh in his sleep. Our beagle yelps, frustrated with that black squirrel haunting her dreams. Out on the road the late night trucks raise a clatter, an owl hoots as if nothing is the matter.

And yet. . . I feel the deep lonely. Read the rest of this entry »

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Can A Former Christian Find Meaning In Christmas by Monica Wilcox

December 4th, 2011

The thing is: I don’t know if I’m technically a Christian anymore. I’ve been silently debating this question for a decade now and have finally deduced that although I still mentally identify myself as a Christian, I am not.

I was raised as a Methodist by a Christian mother and an atheist father. The first big blow to my religious upbringing came at 16. It was love; not for my high school sweetheart, Matt, but for Shirley MacLaine, or more precisely her book Out on A Limb, which discusses Shirley’s spiritual journey investigating soul mates, reincarnation, and self-realization. It was a major publishing Pleap (Pink leap of faith) in 1983. Reading that book brought me to tears; it felt so true that my heart almost sang in the knowing of it. I had been content with Christianity for 11 years, but I became fully connected to the Divine through the concept of reincarnation. Yes, one book can change your life. Read the rest of this entry »

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It’s All About the Bees: An Interview with Monica Wilcox

November 27th, 2011

 

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