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National Chocolate Mint Day – Let’s Celebrate!

There’s a National Chocolate Mint Day?  Who would’ve thunk it?

As far as I can tell, there are two camps when it comes to chocolate mint, or if you prefer, mint chocolate.  The first camp is made up of the people who detest this celebrated combo.  The second camp is made up of those who love it.  I, for one, used to be in the first camp, but am now in the second!

Lately, I’ve been enjoying the occasional Peppermint Pattie, especially on road trips when I need a pick-me-up.  But if those aren’t your thing, there are many other ways to celebrate the day.

You could find a Girl Scout and get some Thin Mints, go to the movies and have some Junior Mints, or just go to the market and buy some Andes or After Eights.  If cookies and candy don’t appeal to you, there’s always ice cream of the mint and chocolate chip variety.  And, if you’d rather celebrate this day after 5:00, so to speak, you can always have a Grasshopper Martini or make hot chocolate and add some Peppermint Schnapps.

Surely, there’s something here that appeals to you, unless of course, you are in the first camp.  And if that’s the case, I recommend you try this special delight one more time, in honor of the day.  Who knows?  You might be like me and need to change camps!


Is it Winter in Your Heart?

Regardless of what or how we celebrate this time of year, there is an unspoken expectation to be joyful, grateful, giving, and loving.  And for some of us this is simply not how we feel, not what we are experiencing.  Whether it’s due to the loss of a loved one, or the loss of a connection to the spark within us, the holiday cheer can be a painful reminder, if not downright heartbreaking.

To put it more beautifully, I’d like to share with you a poem, written by my dear friend, Janie Cook, on her blog, Living with the Loss of a Child.


in the shadow of blinking Christmas lights

of holiday parties and celebrations

surrounded by gift shoppers

and promises of peace, hope and joy

it is winter in my heart

i am the cold, cloudy days

the damp leafless trees

the stark stillness of the night sky

filled with longing

so . . . Holy One who knows the seasons of our hearts

be the sunrise that warms

be the breeze that freshens

be the light that illuminates

and help me give birth to The Love that is ever deeper and more sustaining

(To read Janie’s post in its entirety, click here.

Regardless of what it is you are feeling during this holiday season, please consider this note a kind of permission slip to feel whatever that is – whether it’s joy, sadness, grief, gratitude, indifference, anger, etc.  You may even want to share with someone close what is true for you so that you don’t feel so alone in your seemingly unique situation.

Remember, we can’t put our feelings on a timer, and only feel them when they are welcome.  We must welcome them when they are present so that they don’t overtake and cripple us for even longer a time…

May you find some peace with your feelings this holiday season, and know that I’ll be joining you in doing my best to honor my feelings.  May we all find peace, all over the whole wide world.  Amen.


PS  This post is directly lifted from my December, 2012 newsletter, True Voices Express.  To make sure you don’t miss another offering like this, please go to the the top right of this page, and sign up to receive future issues.  I’d love to be in contact with you more often – but not too often, I promise.  Thanks!


Poetry and the Oympics: Celebration

Due to attending a funeral out of town, I’ve spent the last few days away from home, my computer, and a television.  Hence, I’ve missed the last few days of the Olympics and posting here on this blog.

I am aware, however, that tonight is the closing ceremony, and I hope to make it home in time to see it.  To close this series, and in honor of the Olympic athletes, their victories and their disappointments, their dedication and their willingness, I am posting a poem I wrote last year.  It was in honor of the women in the first graduating class of my year-long Be You Out Loud program.

I hope you enjoy it.

 For my BYOL 0610 “Lovelies”

It’s the end of a time here;
It’s the beginning of another.
The overlap of now and

Next is ephemeral and
Palpable. How can that be? Our minds say.
We just do. Our souls answer. It just is.

We celebrate that which brought us here,
That which we thought we knew but
Which reveals more to us as we open to see the more of it.

We celebrate that which we’ve experienced here
That which we expected and didn’t, that which we wanted and didn’t
Get, that which revealed us to us as we opened to us.

We called upon the centers of ourselves
To birth more of what came to be born.
We wonder what will come

Now at this closing,
Now that we are open
Both dying and being born in this moment.

We celebrate the multitude of births of essence
That deaths of form allow. We birth the new, the ancient
The us we are and will be.

Because we opened to worlds within and outside,
We opened our eyes our minds and our hearts,
To every single thing possible …

We go forth into the dark
Of going forth into the light
We are going, we are growing

We are grateful
We are courageous
Above all

We celebrate.
Above all, we celebrate
That we are willing.

Laura Overstreet Biering, copyright, May, 2011

Women’s History Month

Women’s History Month:  One whole month of the year dedicated to one of the two genders.  Hmm… In one way, it’s sad to think we need a designated month to remember that (we) women have made significant contributions in our world. On the other hand, I am glad that while we still need it, we have it.  (At what point do you think we won’t need it?  Soon, I hope!)

This year, and every year, that month is March. And so today, on the first of this month, we celebrate Women’s History Month.

For which women in history – recent or in the distant past – are you most grateful? What did you learn or receive – directly or indirectly – as a result of their lives and the actions they took – or refused to take?  And how are you living differently now, due to their influence?

Think about it and then let me know.  I’d love to hear!  Plus, there are so many, and so many I don’t yet know about, I look forward to learning from you.  Most of all, however, together, let’s celebrate and honor the important women that came before us!

PS  March is a special month for me for another reason, too.  It’s the birth month of someone very special in my life – Mary Ann Luck Taylor.  Happy Birth Month, Mom!  I celebrate, honor, and love you!