Monica's musings on life, the creation process, the choice to choose beauty, growth, sustainability, and the wonder of overcoming tragedy to arrive at truth & love. I believe in the divine principle of feminine energy, it's gift, it's nourishment. I like complexity, challenge, survival and excellence. My hope is for all women to remain sexy, knowing their unique gift of grace becomes deeper and more beautiful with age. M
Monday, February 18, 2013
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Father Knows Best: Or Does He?
June 17, 2012
Father Knows Best: or Does He?
By: Monica Macha
Fathers have a mystical presence of power surrounding
them. They are born with the
warrior and the knight archetype.
It is their birthright. Lurking in the background of this powerful
birthright is the playful boy.
Hidden in the playful boy is a heart filled deep with
sensitivity and romance.
I love learning about men. I treasure the analogy of the warrior and the knight,
because it gives me insight into the behaviors of the men I adore.
When I pay attention, and listen to the men in my life I
receive glimpses into their complexity.
This complexity is comprised of their mystical power, playful boy, and
sensitive man.
I endured the unbearable loss of my own father at the age of
10. This loss shattered the framework
of my safety, and my trust in the male archetype. The event surrounding my
father’s death is violent. The
violence of his death lingers in a surreal reality left in the recess of my
mind.
It took many years for me to heal the damage in my own psyche
about men, if I could trust them, and if I could trust my own feelings about
them. It took marrying “my dad”
and losing him again, for me to alter my perspective on loving men, and loving
me. I healed my heart through
faith and hard work.
In God’s great wisdom I am blessed with two exceptional
males who are still boys, with one on the cusp of entering manhood. They teach me daily about the male
archetype, the glory of its gift, and the weight of its responsibility. I remain wary of the grown men I have
loved. I continue to love them, as
I love me with an open heart, and a spirit of admiration.
I struggle with men who have not been initiated into the rights
of manhood. The initiation of a
boy into manhood through the experience of healthy male role models in their
lives is imperative. This age old initiation impacts their ability to enter
fully into themselves, and the relationships they will experience throughout
their lives.
This made me question my fathers, father, whom I did not
care for or trust as a child. It made me question my ex-husbands father whom I
did not care for or trust, as a grown woman. The irony between these two unrelated men is the experience
of their lives. The similarity in
their destructive psychological pain, exhibited in the external destruction of
themselves and their families.
I choose to honor my ex-husband and the other grown men in
my life, who were not fully initiated into manhood by a healthy father, coach,
minister, or relative. I want my
feminine energy to be a balm of love for them. I remain diligent in my quest to raise my sons to be
exceptional and fully matriculated men.
I remain diligent in the journey of self-love, so that I
might create and attract a healthy exceptional man to share my flight with.
Monica Macha.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Is It Time to Prune Your Family Tree?
IS IT TIME TO PRUNE YOUR FAMILY TREE?
Excerpt from:
Compassionate Divorce. Healthy Garden.
By Monica Macha
June 12, 2012
Once upon a time there was a man and a woman. The man and woman joined their family
“trees” and made new branches called “babies”.
The two family branches become one. The new branches begin to grow. Love nourished the tree.
The seasons went by quickly. The new branches of the tree grew strong, but the trunk of
the tree began to weaken. The
leaves would not grow back. It
felt sad.
The family tree was not receiving the nourishment of “love”
it needed. The trunk and leaves
would not grow strong. The mother
and the father trees that became one tree felt sick inside. The sickness did not mean the tree
would die. It did mean the tree
needed to be pruned with love.
Love feels like sunshine. It is kind, gentle and warm. It does not use angry words or actions to harm. It uses light and warmth to create
growth. It takes away the hurt.
When the family tree is not growing new leaves, it is time
to re-plant it. If the trunk is
bending with sadness it is time to prune.
Pruning a tree means saying goodbye to the parts that are no longer
growing.
Once the tree is pruned it has a new shape. The family tree looks completely
different. The new shape of the
family tree can feel strange at first.
It takes a few seasons for the new roots to get the nourishment it
needs.
When the family tree is pruned with love and compassion the
new shape of the tree reveals secret surprises. The surprises feel happy. The surprises look like a garden. The surprise of a flower bloom reveals its beauty.
A garden is made up of many different types of trees,
bushes, flowers, and insects. A
healthy garden needs to be weeded, and nourished with sunshine.
Does your family look like a garden?
What type of tree or flower would you be?
Trees and gardens are very important for our world. Without the trees “people”, the
families that make of the different trees and gardens, the earth would be
lonely.
We can create healthy people with healthy family shapes by
choosing to nourish ourselves with love. Love feels like sunshine.
It takes courage to change shape. It takes strength to choose a new environment that best
supports growth.
In loving support of your healthiest garden possible with
lots of sunshine.
Monica Macha
Mixing Fun In With Accessory Therapy
The hard work of authenticity requires a healthy dose of fun in the mix. One of my passions is the architecture of shoes & handbags. It provides me with the observation of excellent design and the reward of escape. I like to imaging the scenario I would be wearing them in..it's usually a hip restaurant with a great vibe. MM
Saturday, June 9, 2012
The Art of Listening
A Quick Guide To: The Art of Listening
By
Monica Macha
My personal definition for art is “a loving and holy
expression of self”. Art is a language I speak. Listening is an expression of art. Using the analogy of art I am able to focus more on the
subject of listening. Language and
meaning are mysteriously and continuously in search of expression. When I listen with empathy I discover a
fleeting glimpse of comprehension.
A primary need of the human condition is to understand and
be understood. Active and artful listening requires focus, discipline, and
humility. When the art of
listening is executed well, a feeling of respect, and an acknowledgement of
value are rendered. I call this
Love.
M. Scott Peck defines the Art of Listening as bracketing,
the temporary giving up or setting aside of one’s own prejudices in order to
experience the speaker’s world from the inside. I equate the term bracketing to being in the present
moment. I can think of nothing
more dynamic than a conversation with active listening and expansion of
self-resulting in a new direction of topic. A shared microcosm of discovery becomes electrified by the
gift of being understood and understanding.
I am the mother of my team and my dream. My team has learned to speak, and write
with clarity. They are teaching me
as I teach them the art of listening with clear and mindful intent. It is my dream to communicate my
language of art with empathy and understanding. It is the Art of Listening.
1.
Listen with your heart not with your head.
2.
Be in a museum of quiet while focusing on the
art “listening”.
3.
Breathe deeply and relax your body.
4.
Wait for the opportunity to ask an effective
question.
5.
Maintain eye contact.
6.
Paraphrase the internal meaning with the
external words.
7.
If you interrupt (this is what I am famous for)
ask forgiveness, and return to #1!
8.
If you feel rejected or ignored try the art of
listening.
9.
Listen consciously without external noise.
10. Schedule
a time to listen.
11. Practice
listening every day, in your day-to-day interactions.
12. Listen
for the story.
13. I
find the stories to be the best part of listening.
14. Listening
helps me hear me.
15. Artful
listening feels good.
16. Mindful
listening helps me know your gifts.
17. I
feel holy when I “hear” someone speak.
18. I
love me more when I take the time to listen.
19. Listening
can be done without words.
20. Listening
is an act of compassion.
Monica Macha
June 9, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
"If you were born without wings, do nothing to prevent them from growing" Coco Chanel
The above quote by Coco Chanel epitomizes my journey, and the "story" of my life experiences which led me to grow wings. I am humbled by the creation process, and inherently know it is the main ingredient for my growth, and joy. My canvas is comprised of words in the form of poetry, and jewelry using mixed media from salvaged parts of the past. I have the heart of a story teller. It is my hope, my story will encourage you to share yours, and grow wings! MM
The Artist In ME has electrified ME
The Writer In Me has healed ME
The ME in ME loves Me
MM
The Artist In ME has electrified ME
The Writer In Me has healed ME
The ME in ME loves Me
MM
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tall Dark & Handsome
My knight in "shining armor" was tall dark & handsome and a doctor just like my dad. I am honored to have shared a journey of discovery and the creation of life with Matt. It led me to the healing and creation process I choose today. I share my story in hope of encouraging other families to heal the wounds of their hearts, and create healthier shapes to their family gardens. Matt & I were married for ten years. Our relationship headed into the dangerous waters of abuse, and through faith I was able to get help and re-create with him a new healthy loving shape to our family. This post is part of my backdrop for the healing art of poetry, a story I have written, a life I have created using beauty as my catalyst. It is my hope to nourish other family gardens with my truth and love. M
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