Transforming Power of Intentions | Mama Gena Moments

January 10th, 2005

Darlings!

Mama is awash, amazed and awestruck.

The gift of this year, the gift of this day, the gift.

And I don't know about you all, but, I have this tendency to forget the privilege of each day, sometimes. When my kid has a cold for the sixth week in a row, when it is freezing out and the sun has vaporized for the season, when the newspaper is filled with stuff I do not want to know about, I have a case of temporary “gift” amnesia.

Yet, I am always on the search of how to remain even more conscious of the privilege of it all. More conscious to enjoy, relish and profoundly appreciate, despite the circumstances, including the circumstances. I want to learn how to enjoy the gift of life, even more. I want to learn how do we squeeze even more joy out of each day? Each experience? Each encounter? Even the mundane?

In this last year, I have had great teachers. One woman in particular.

Marsha.

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She is a rather modest **-year-old mother of two beautiful, grown daughters, has been married for ** years. Marsha had arranged to take the Mama 101 class by correspondence, at the insistence of her daughter, Karen, a recent graduate. Marsha enjoyed the class so much, she has put her other daughter, Lisa, in the next correspondence class. In fact, she was so inspired by her own expanding pleasure that she hopped on a plane from Atlanta and came to NY to go to her graduation.
She wanted to party with her Sister Goddesses, dance with her husband at the Crane Club and take a private session at the Pleasure Palace while she was in town.
At the party, she was wearing a rather daring sequined top, given to her by a designer friend, as she whirled and twirled across the dance floor.

All of this was a rather new experience for her.

The day after graduation, she arrived at the Palace for a Private Session. She had heard that Lori and I have young daughters, so she brought the girls a tea set and some play make-up. So sweet, so thoughtful. Despite the extraordinary cold, she brought a change of clothes with her. Before her session began, she changed into a sexy little sparkly red dress that had a full zipper up the front. Why?

Just because.

Just because she is a woman. Just because she was at the Pleasure Palace. Just because she had the opportunity to fulfill a desire. Just because she was a graduated Sister Goddess. Just because.

Needless to say, her private session was one of the most incredible, joyous, phenomenal, transformative, door-opening experiences she, or I, have ever had. What she accomplished and experienced in that session was breathtaking.

And as good as I am, I had very little to do with it. Marsha made it so. How?

With her investment in her pleasure. Her deliberateness in insisting that she draw the best experience possible from what she had created for herself. She had designed the best possible experience for herself in her Mama 101 class, by not only taking the class herself, but by being willing to be influenced by her daughters and then opening doors for them. She had designed her experience in New York, with her husband, by coming to the city, ready to cut loose and party, and choosing the best possible outfit for the occasion.

She had come to the Palace, not just to experience what we had to offer, but to elevate us all in the process, by paying deliberate attention to the little goddesses and wearing the precise outfit that would make her feel exactly the way she wanted to feel, while experiencing the expansion of her pleasure.

Marsha took control of the direction and velocity of the pleasurable expansion of her life by paying deliberate attention to her pleasure. Her intention was that she have the fun of a lifetime. And not only did she have the fun of a lifetime, we all did, by virtue of being in her presence.

Intention. The quality or state of having a purpose in mind.

What do you intend for this moment? This day? This year? What are your intentions?

Perhaps the ultimate demonstration of our free will is our intention.

Can I intend to find a way to love and appreciate my daughter's six-week-long cold? Sure. She wants to sit on my lap more than ever. There is such sweetness there.

Can I intend to love and appreciate the cold outside? Well, perhaps that is what candlelight and firelight is for. And hot tea. And just the right scarf that makes me feel as though I have leapt from the pages of Dr. Zhivago.

And those headlines in the newspaper? Don't we all just feel the privilege of simply being alive, together, this holiday season, even more profoundly? Being able to intend our experience, this day, this hour, this minute, this year.

None of us deserves the gift of life. But, oh, my, my...

What we each can INTEND.

Rapture. Ecstasy. Appreciation. Pleasure.

May all your intentions come sailing toward you with great velocity and enthusiasm! Be ready, be prepared and wear the right outfit!

Yours in ever-expanding pleasure,
Mama Gena

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