Do you know her?

Do you know her?

I’m the person that has the rare privilege of knowing Tiffany Ann Rose better than most, on this lovely planet, and what a gift she is.

I’m the person that watches her do kitchen magic as she prepares love-infused food for those with hearts that ache with loss and grief.

I’m the one that hears all about the nights she lays awake sending healing energy to those that are in pain.

I’m the one that knows her deepest fears and insecurities, and no matter how afraid she feels she still shares her message without faltering.

I’m the one that understands how much physical pain she’s endured and gets up and does whatever needs to be done anyway (without complaining, I might add).

I’m the one that knows how deeply the words spoken by her teacher, “no wonder your dad left, you’re such a bad little girl,” cut into her tender 6 year old heart.

I’m the one that understands how the standing ovation she got for a song she wrote and played for the whole school at age 10 still stands as one of the highlights of her life.

I’m the one that knows what she felt as a 14 year old being chased and beaten up by a group of girls from church.

I’m the one that understands how sweet her heart is and the vastness of her love.

I’m the one that wakes to her dulcet voice and luscious touch every morning.

I’m the one with her undying support and endless encouragement to be true to myself even if it means going from Suzi to Jack…my God, where did this woman come from??!

I’m the one totally and completely smitten and captive to her elegance and beauty, and proud to say it.

And I’m the one that wishes for you, to have all your heart yearns for, including someone one as magnificent as Tiffany.

Love,

Jack

P.S. And I know with certainty that a joy-filled life is for you too, no doubt about it.

I cherish you…

I cherish you…

Dear DF,

I often say how enamored I am by the tremendous power you wield.

Time-and-again you’re the one that most often finds your way to the Red Couch to clear your limiting thoughts, and to me this bespeaks tenacity and vision.

What a joy you are!

I’m astounded by the power I see before my eyes as you open your heart to share your deepest pains and desires.

The agony drips down your cheeks and you share how scary it feels to allow yourself to open your heart again-and-again, wondering if you’ll ever have someone to stand with you in your fear, holding you and loving you and seeing you, without trying to fix you.

There’s nothing to fix. You aren’t broken.

You’re whole and complete and beautiful. You breathe life into our world.

What you call your “mess,” I call nothing short of a miracle.

You steal my heart.

You’re the weather. Dark storm clouds rolling through, raindrops pelting down, only to find the brilliant sun piercing through the sky moments after. Beauty.

You live from love, desiring connection more than life itself.

“When will I ever be understood?” You say.

Your feelings do matter, even when no one is there to wrap you up and remind you how divine you are.

Sweet DF, your heart rules the world, because the only thing that’s really real is love, and you are love.

Sometimes we (the DM) get so lost sprinting towards the proverbial finish line that we forget we’re here to have joy.

You are joy in human form, and you being you, wakes the rest of us up…fast!

Thank you for being you, for without you, there is nothing. Life is stiff and straight, with no brilliant hues to stop us dead in our tracks and remind us what’s real.

You matter.

You’re seen and understood.

Be you!

Love,

Jack

Heart Closure…What’s your excuse?

Heart Closure…What’s your excuse?

How open is your heart, dear sweet DF?

Do you “Love Wide Open?”

Right now in this very moment, pause and ask yourself, “is my heart wide open, or is it closed off?”

I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re not as open as you’d like to be.

Being vulnerable and “Loving Wide Open” hasn’t always been my cup of tea either. In fact, there’ve been times in my life when I’ve prided myself on how kind I am, unless someone treats me poorly.

I’ve prided myself on being able to defend my stand and speak from a place of strength and fierceness as to not allow anyone to ever hurt me.

What I was really saying is, “You can’t hurt me because I won’t let you into my heart space.” In fact, I would close it up as tight as a drum.

Living much of my life with a closed heart, afraid of the next hurt, plum tuckered me out.

As a DF (dominant feminine) our prime directive is to love and be loved.

To not allow love, is to deny the very essence of who we are, which makes it impossible to live as our authentic selves.

There are a couple of reasons why I felt the need to live in a defensive, ready-to-fight stance.

One of which was being raised in a family of very strong women that had a belief system that people will hurt you or use you, most especially men, if you let them.

And second, being the recipient of different kinds of abuse in my life,  left me guarded and on high alert for any signs of danger.

Early on I learned to live “Heart Closed.”

When someone treated me poorly (or even showed signs that they MIGHT) I was ready to defend my point and to brush them off easily, because I never really let them in.

What I didn’t realize is that by living “Heart Closed” I was robbing myself of love connections that would feel amazing and honoring my beauty as a being of love on a deeper level.

I was also wearing myself out waiting for the next uncomfortable situation. (Can you say living a life of prevention? Ugh!!)

As long as things were on my terms I felt safe, which meant heart closure.

Now I choose to “Love WIDE Open.”

But to do that I had to get real with myself and own how I really felt about things.

It seemed nearly impossible to admit that I wanted to have deeper relationships and love people openly.

It felt scary to admit that I needed Jack’s help and guidance.

I couldn’t imagine ever allowing anyone to see me cry or have hurt feelings.

If I allowed any of that they could kick me while I was down.

The thought of not defending myself, fighting back, or stating my strong opinion made me fear that I would look and feel weak, and therefore be defenseless and open to no-less-than-profound hurts.

But much to my beautiful surprise I’ve found the most delicious peace and joy as I allow my heart to “Love Wide Open.”

I called on my courage to do something different, to feel something new, to allow myself to just be.

The greatest secret I’ve ever learned is that I have nothing to defend, and love disarms hate.

I’m a being of love and it’s as simple as that.

If someone is unkind to me, misunderstands me, or doesn’t agree with me its OKAY. That’s their story.

If I’m in an uncomfortable situation I have a voice and a choice and I can simply walk away.

Putting the fight down has been the best choice of my life.

Allowing my emotions to move through me and honoring the love that I am has empowered me and freed me in my authenticity.

Accepting that I need help and support from others has been a gift and affords me to love more.

Sharing my personality and feelings brings more laughter and connection with others into my experience, and it’s the very fuel that gives me zest and verve to live a life of happiness and anticipation!

For me it’s simple… I choose to “Love Wide Open” because, LOVE just feels so good.

What makes it easier for you to live with a heart wide open?

And on the other hand, what makes it feel like you can’t?

We are in this thing together.

Peace & Sparkles,

Tiff