Laundry and Oprah
We have one life to live. One life to live, at least that we know of. God take my hand, because I want to plunge in. The dive in might look like me staying in my pajamas all day, having no work to do, and knowing that I am loved as I fold my hundredth piece of laundry. Or, it might look like me singing at the top of my lungs with the window rolled down at a stoplight, and not rolling the window up when I see a car pull up right next to me. It might also look like me turning in a video to a contest on the Oprah show and taking a leap of faith that I actually might get a vote or two. Seriously, If you want to vote, click on
Then pass it to a friend.
A friend of mine just wrote to me and said, we were born naked, why not live naked? She's got a point, doesn't she? So, naked I am. Whether I am exchanging emails with Oprah (okay, her tech department) or sitting in bed with my kids watching Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs and eating homemade coconut ice cream, I am diving in. Sometimes a risk might look like traveling around the world on a ship, or an even greater risk for me, is knowing I am loved when I am not leading a workshop or when I am not being applauded for something (no one is standing next to me at the dishwasher saying "Good job!"). But God is. Big Love is clapping her hands and jumping for joy. Just because I am me. She is doing the same for you. No matter what you do, you will never lose her. If we don't risk in the ways that stretch us, we do not learn how to flap our wings and fly. The Big Mama within us says, I love you always my daughter, fold the laundry or go on Oprah. It doesn't matter to me. I loved you before you were naked. And still do.
Love the idea of you with your own show! I voted for you and commented under sydney1951. ( I thought I was using my real name). Plunge on!!!
Love you, Christy
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