Purple Grief, Foam and a Talking Stick
It's purple season on Planet Earth.
With the passing of Prince, I am one of many in shock and grieving big time. But as I listen to my favorite songs of his -- Kiss, Cream, Adore, Erotic City, 7, Purple Rain -- and the tears fall, it isn't only his death I am grieving...
(read more on our blog, Prince and the 4-Letter Sentence)
To reach the other side of grief, we must move through it, not try to move around it. How am I moving through the grief of Prince's passing? Wearing purple and lots of dancing. Living room dancing with kids, club dancing in San Francisco. I want to feel this grief so it can open me to greater capacity for love. All my life I've been a deep feeler of big emotions: love, joy, grief, delight, frustration. Captivated by the human spirit, I feel love intensely and aim to express it openly.
Yet the terrain of emotions and relationship is enormously complex, so as a kid, I became a student of communication. After decades of devoted practice, I am still learning so much about communication.
Last week my collaborator, a masterful Relationship Coach, shared one of the keys to masterful communication. Very few people I know excel at this, yet it is such a simple way to get along better in relationships.
You can read about it here: Honey, Here's the Talking Stick.
On a lighter note, do you like your lattes foam-free or foam-full? If you love thick deep foam, stay tuned for our upcoming post on this passionate subject. I've had some really, really good foam lately and I am on a serious joy-ride to spread the word about this largely unknown decadence.