Reinventing Your Passions, Life and Work | Mama Gena Moments
January 16th, 2006
Darlings!
I want to talk about divorce, the passage of time and re-invention.
Why?
I am in the process of a divorce, observing and experiencing the passage of time and undertaking the most massive reinvention of my life and work.
Main observation: This shit is messy.
I watched people through divorces for years and I want to totally apologize to all of you for not getting it. Please forgive me. I prostrate myself before you. You are each brave beyond measure.
Now, I, too, am brave beyond measure.
Not only do you have to take the risks of whatever it was that was scaring the panties off you that caused you to remain too long in the marriage, anyway (because, hey, hello—all of us “get it” way before we act on it) but, then, you also gotta look pretty and start dating again. And be relevant and exquisite on managing your kids through a transition they have no interest in. And figure out what you now require to live and be well.
And remember to walk the dog.
Doing this well is way harder than writing a book or teaching a class.
For the un-divorced, it would be kind of like taking up yoga when you are totally inflexible and doing a complex yoga posture while you are trying to flag a taxi at 4pm, midtown, during Christmas—when you have to be downtown to meet your kid at 4:15.
Divorce, the passage of time, re-invention.
And the good bits, Mama? Are there good bits?
Tons.
You become so much more flexible.
You start to appreciate things like—we live in America—and we can re-invent, re-create.
The child in me and the woman in me have become good friends. The child holds tight to the dreams with irresistible resolve and optimism. The woman unleashes tidal waves—her searing tears, disappointments, frustrations, raw despair on one page—the next, her smoking sensuality, her lust, surprisingly stronger than her fears, and that bony claw called courage.
Wow, it is a blazing revolution to be me—to be a woman.
I am just starting to really get the play-by-play privilege.
Thank Goddess I wrote all this shit before this shit all hit the fan.
If it is lame to read your own books for inspiration in an hour of despair, then I am so beyond lame. I actually am floored by my ability to inspire myself.
Not a bad way to live. I recommend it.
And that is what the Re-invention of the School of Womanly Arts is all about. As most of you know, we are completely restructuring, reorganizing and transforming the school.
I have created a brand-new program called the Womanly Arts Mastery Program. Fifteen years in the making.
The goal: to make you the star of your own life—both in the world and more importantly—in your own opinion.
Oh, yeah—the passage of time piece: we do not have time for doubts, darlings. No time for self-hatred, self-denial, disapproval. We are six years into the Millenium of Woman.
This is time to learn to make Celebration the thing you feel when you wake in the morning, Gratitude what you see when you look in the mirror and Sisterhood what you feel when another woman crosses your path.
Mama is organizing a big, bad-assed celebration of womanhood for you, called the Womanly Arts Mastery program. I want you to be capable of not only tasting your dreams, but chowing down.
I want you to be pressed to go past the gratification that you can imagine for yourself and live in the lush outrageous joy that can only be accessed in a community of women committed to the exploration of pleasure.
I want you to have Mastery of the Womanly Arts.
This program is longer, more in-depth than any other, with goodies galore, so that the changes you create have no choice but to take hold, sprout wings and be yours for a lifetime
The program has crazy levels of support—we will not stop supporting you until you have mastery of the tools of re-invention, until you have rearranged every cell in your being to create your version of living your passions. Business passion. Family passion. Intimacy passion. Passion passion.
Yours in passion,
Mama Gena
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