Reflections on a Life

Reflections on a Life

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Well, hello!

I have been wanting to, been encouraged to, and dreamed about starting a blog.  I am not sure why and for whom, but at least for me.  After 28 years working for someone/something else, I have spent the last year being a '4-year-old'.  Or at least that is what I told people when they asked me what I was going to 'DO?!' now that I wasn't working anymore. (whenever I hear that word, I think of the way Meryl Streep as Julia Child says it... 'DO?!')

Well, I didn't know.... but I did know that I had worked forever, or what seemed like it.

What is that about, anyway?  I started working when I was 12.... as soon as I could get my mom to sign the papers that said it was okay.... at the Dog 'N Suds in my hometown.  Oh my!  Car-hopping, wearing a little changer-thingy and delivering Spanish hot dogs and icy cold mugs of root beer to the customers sitting in the comfort of their cars, hanging the trays on the driver's window.  Making 50 cents and hour.  And tips.  I knew I was made for a life of service and sales when one day I came home after my shift and counted my money.  I averaged over $2.00 and hour!  BIG money and just because I was friendly, knew how to memorize orders and deliver them with a smile.

And I never stopped until I was (blubber-blubber-blubber) years old.  I worked every day after school and all day on Saturday and then  6 days a week in the summer.  And I couldn't wait to get in to and then out again from college so that I could get on with my 'real life'......

Well, why didn't anyone mention that 'real life' lasts a really long time (if we are lucky) and not to rush being a kid and not really having responsibility? And most of us won't go through our 'real life' doing what we really are passionate about.

That's why I chose to be 4-years-old this last year.  That was the last time I was as free as the wind with nothing looming ahead of me (like kindergarten) and nothing to worry about.  And, so I have been.

And it has been heaven.

Now?  Well, now, I guess, it is time to be 5 years old and start planning on what's next.  Which has never, really, been far from my imagining.  So? What do I love?  What am I passionate about?  What is it I want to spend the rest of my life 'DO'-ing?  (remember, give it that Julia Child lilt)

I love - and I mean LOVE - my family.  My husband of 28 years, Tom, and my glorious almost 26-year-old married daughter Lauren (and her yummy husband Erik), and my son, David, who is so amazing I get tongue-tied around him.  (Thank God I am his mom and can kiss him anytime I want (thanks to Sweet Home Alabama for THAT wonderful line) ((and must be thought of with a little southern drawl)) because if I wasn't - if I were my 22-year-old self that just thought he was perfect and wonderful - I would trip and fall flat on my face in front of him!) And my precious mama who is 85 years old and for whom I have every day of my life to be thankful for.

I love my girlfriends.  I always knew that girlfriends were the ones who would love each other through thick and through thin (figuratively and literally).  Men are wonderful and I have loved a few, but women friends are the glue that holds our hearts together.  They are there always and I am lucky to have many in my life.  I.  Love.  Them.  And I think they know it.

And I love my home and my garden and to cook for all these amazing people who keep encouraging me and telling me lies about how wonderful it all is.  Truth is, I am happy when I am cooking, and/or cooking when I am happy.... either way, NO ONE goes hungry around here and I am pretty much happy all the time.

But not always, or I wouldn't have been looking so completely forward to being 4 years old again.

But all that I mentioned I was already doing.  What to do to make the most/best use of the rest of my time here?  That is what I have been wondering about.

And I had a dream, which at first pretty much turned my world on end.  I could go into great detail, but won't.  Tom says that if anyone else had my dreams they would go crazy!  They are like reading books written for the Twilight Zone!  The long story short of this dream is that I was told by a shaman (beautiful with long, flowing black hair doesn't hurt the imagery at all) that I was 'made to love women'.  In the dream I knew I was given a precious gift in answer to my questions about 'what am I to DO?' (Remember.  Julia.)  But I had a family and was happily (now) married.  Was I being directed to change my life I was 'made to love women'!!!  In the dream I even hung around for the shaman to come out again and asked for clarification.  He said 'You love men, but you were made to love women.'

Okay.  So what is a married, heterosexual woman supposed to do with that?

So, I did what I do, which is to journal and come to an understanding with these amazing dreams.... then go straight to the woman who has helped me glue my fragmented soul back together over this past 4 or so years.  I call Diane a Spiritual Intuitive sometimes, my Spiritual Teacher others....but whatever the title, she has worked miracles with my head and my heart and I will be thankful forever to have her in my life.  I told her my dream and what I had agonized over and the conclusion to which I had come and she said..... 'oh, Ruth, I wish you had called me immediately.'

This dream-message wasn't about my sexuality (I am happily married to Tom, as I said).  This was the answer to the prayer I have been saying for years and what I have been working towards all my life: to live an authentic life, speak my truth with courage, wisdom and love and to make a difference in the world.

I know that giving birth to 2 of the most amazing children anyone could ask for had already made a huge difference in the world, but what to do through the rest of my life, and with everything I have learned since then?  My work was in training and leadership development and coaching.  I knew that wasn't an accident.  I loved that work and found it fascinating and fulfilling and wanted to take it beyond the corporate structure. It was my girlfriends who encouraged me to start writing and to work with women in workshops or personal coaching.


I was made to love women - heart, mind and soul.  And to draw them together and - with them - learn to love ourselves - and this world - into a place of sanity, authenticity...... love.

And so, it begins.


  1. Well, hello, Ruthie B.
    I think you've found a wonderful calling. From my point of view, a male, it's a quite worthwhile goal which can make a tremendous positive difference in the world. And you are the right person to DO this because you can DO it.
    In this blog, I think you've made the beginnings of a Mission Statement. But, I'm an STJ, and want details and plans. I would suggest a more defined Mission Statement. Of course, you may believe that Drawing women together to love themselves and the world may be an adequate mission, yet I'd think you'd want to refine it to give you a more focus plan - especially since you're just starting out.
    Of course, Vision Statements go along with Mission Statements - what is your dream showing you the world and women looking like? Women who are sane, authentic, and in love with themselves and the world. This is a bit vague and should have more concrete focus.
    I'm not trying to limit you and your dream, but suggest that in the beginning, refine it to identify your shorter term goals, to give you momentum, and give you feedback on when you are approaching your goal.
    And remember, you can refine, expand, and change your mission and vision anytime.
    Good luck on your journey, make a difference in the world.
    p.s., next is the business plan.

  2. JJ -

    Thank you so much for your response! I treasure that you cared enough to first READ the thing, but then to give me your perspective. I will consider the vision and mission statements, understanding that there are times that 'more concrete' is the necessary thing.

    But please, oh PLEASE don't ask me for a business plan!


  3. My dear... this is wonderful and I feel will serve you well as being entertainment for those who read it.
    I have also pondered this undertaking but it overwhelms me and I'm such a perfectionist that I probably wouldn't do it to my satisfaction..
    I am one of your biggest fans always...and forever..
    Love Carol

  4. Carol - this is your venue. I thought of you every moment I was creating it and you were a huge inspiration to me to start it. I think we are in a mutual fan club or something, because I can say the same for you. There is actually a blog that I thought could very well be yours called 'Laughing at Mr. Lupus' and it is written by a Carole... I vote for you acknowledging the perfectionism and just going for it... I would love it.