What’s your definition…?
Ciao and Sacred Sunday:
I hope this finds you well and enjoying the delights of summer.
July 10th is my mother’s birthday. She would have been 94 years young.
As many of you know my mom and I were very close. I “got the lucky” in that regard.
I miss her dearly. Her voice and “Nanaism’s” ring in my heart and head every day.
As I continue to dive into the world of personal and spiritual transformation, the deeper I immerse into my own legacy life.
While time passes swiftly, the connection with my mom continues, memories surface and
I feel the gift of her presence; at the same time, I feel the pain of her loss.
I’ve spoken of this before – the paradox of experiencing differing emotions simultaneously.
It’s the way of the yogi.
Many of you have asked how “Sacred Sunday’s” began. While I had been writing a blog for years, it morphed into Sacred Sunday in honor of my mom.
And this particular conversation with my mom is what led to Sacred Sunday’s.
A gazillion years ago, I was contemplating whether to accept a yoga teaching opportunity on Sunday mornings.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to get up on the weekend, give up my coffee and PJ time with my husband, and get my butt out the door to teach.
So, naturally, I went to my mom to sort through it.
In her cut-to-the-chase style, after hearing me out, she quipped, “Well, isn’t yoga your church?”
And bam, she pierced through my inner BS and unveiled a deeper truth.
It was my church!
For over 15 years I taught that special Sunday class surrounded by many beautiful souls. At one point my students and I dubbed it, Sacred Sunday.
The past few years, after stepping away from the group class, Sacred Sunday took a new form.
My mom was a woman of deep faith. While born into Catholicism she was open to the underlying Truth that connects us all.
For years after attending Sunday mass, she’d share with me the priest’s sermon. And then she’d ask, “How would you look at it in your world?”
As you might imagine my mom and I engaged in fascinating conversations. She always searched for the common thread that wove the philosophies together.
I miss those discussions. I miss the physicality that was uniquely her.
In honor of my mom and her legacy, so began Sacred Sunday.
This is the place where I offer you legacy seedlings. Seedlings that I invite you to nurture with curiosity and cultivate your desire to live a life of everyday legacy.
When working with me 1:1 you’ll delve deeper and expand your mind, heart, business, and personal relationships exponentially.
For today, I urge you to contemplate and define your personal meaning of legacy. And what it means to be a living legacy.
One of the online dictionaries defines legacy:
An amount of money or property left to someone in a will.
Something that is a part of your history or that remains from an earlier time.
However, the meaning I ascribe to is derived from the roots of legacy that comes from Latin, which means to send “persons on a mission;” which, frankly, I am on.
The mission of – teaching others how to BE a living legacy.
I’m so curious, and I’d love to hear your definition of legacy!
With love and appreciation, xoxo, Paulette
