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It’s been a nice and sunny day here at Double “M” Ranch in Manitoba .

Suddenly I heard a sharp squeaking sound in the bird feeder. What a surprise when I saw my squirrel facing the two most famous characters of so many Disney comics, Chip’n Dale.

Of course they knew how to intimidate my poor little squirrel with their snobbish and a little bit arrogant way of acting. But after a while they became very good friends and I could hear their laughter all day long.

“On our holiday retreats we don’t allow pictures to be taken” Chip announced the first day, but after serving some good nuts, he and Dale agreed that it would be nice to have some memorable moments on canvas.

Et voilà! Enjoy!

“Are you sure, you want to write about such a sensitive topic?” a friend asked me some days ago. “Sure, I’m sure!” I answered “I have to write it off my chest…”

I grew up in Germany. I was raised Roman Catholic and that involved a lot of taboos, but after freeing myself from all those rigid beliefs that turned out to be so terrible phony I am enjoying sex and sexuality. Why phony, you may ask. Well, my father who was an “Every Sunday Church Goer”, preaching about guilt, shame and sin and sending me regularly to confession as a young child, turned out to have two girl-friends with whom he betrayed my mother and in a way even his girl-friends.

So, I was kind of forced to find my own ways regarding sex and sexuality and I did. This of course starts with the translation of SEX with Making Love. I had many discussions with women (in Bavaria) who stated that they can have sex without being in love. I can’t. For me if a man does not attract me and does not awake a desire inside of me I can’t become intimate. So, how is love defined for me? Is it just about attraction? How is attraction defined? This is a sensitive topic, my friend was right. If we decide that love is the universal power behind everything and that we all should love each other,  simple attraction cannot be the first step to making love. There’s much more to it, when women like me are looking for Mr. Right. It’s about a man’s self-confidence, his intelligence, his sensitivity, his humour, his way of laughing, the sound of his voice, his touch, his smell, his walking, his interests, his openness, his kindness, his empathy and much much more………

You think, I have a lot of expectations? You’re damn right! I don’t want a couch potato on my side, watching TV, eating fast-food, wearing shorts and white socks in sandals!!!! Yuck!

Oh, yes, I wanted to write about sex not about men. Sorry, but somehow it goes together.

So, what does research say about the North American attitude regarding sex? “The majority of the US and Canadian population has the rigid belief that suggests sex existed inside marriage for reproductive purposes and nothing else. Canadians are active sexually but age is a determining factor. Sexual activity peaks in the 30s and declines thereafter.” Poor Canadians, I would say. I better stay with my PR card and stick to my German roots.

But this exactly mirrors what I experience here. A 31-year old woman tells me “This young guy is getting on my nerves. You should see him, holding hands with his girl-friend all the time and then they’re kissing. I’m glad I’m finished with this immature behaviour. I hope I will be married soon and have some children. When you start a family all this smooching and sexual activity finally comes to an end because there are more important things to bother….” Blablabla, I thought, typically left-brained society talk. What could be nicer than driving through Munich and seeing an eighty-year old couple holding hands and kissing while enjoying the nice summer breeze in their convertible.

And then there’s the senior who looks disgusted when seeing some teenagers hugging and kissing in the public train. “We would never have dared to do something so awful.” was her remark. “I did,” I said and smiled about her “I’m so shocked”- expression “I loved to provoke the stiff adults, you know,” I continued, but she quickly switched the topic.

My instructor for Applied Kinesiology, NLP, Systemic Constellations etc. was Italian and in her mid forties. If somebody would have told her to stop having sex and not wearing sexy dresses any more, this person would still suffer the post-traumatic effects of an Italian volcano eruption.

I just read an article from French writer Pascal Bruckner that I found amusing, sad and true: MAKING WAR, NOT LOVE: A FRENCH VIEW ON SEX IN AMERICA

Some excerpts are as follows:

“A few years ago, we were on a family beach vacation in Florida. After a swim, my two-year-old daughter took off her bathing suit. Suddenly, the summer visitors began looking at us sideways. A few minutes later, a sheriff’s deputy equipped with an arsenal that could destroy an entire city, arrived and shouted at us that we had to get our daughter dressed again  if we didn’t want to get fined. My daughter, who thought it was a game, started to run. We ran after her…and the sheriff ran after us. Finally, we caught her and laughed out loud, but the big man in uniform didn’t. In Uncle Sam territory, to be naked on the beach is forbidden, even for babies.

North America, obviously, has a problem with sex that comes from its Protestant legacy, which also has it giving the whole world lessons in morality. To describe America as a Puritan country is not enough because it is a double-faced Puritanism, which shifts with change in attitudes, uses the vocabulary of freedom and coexists with a thriving porn industry. More precisely, this is a prurient Puritanism.”

“In the Bill Clinton case, can we really say that he was sanctioned because he lied more than Dominique Strauss-Kahn because he had an affair with a White Houses’ intern? This is wrong of course because George W. Bush lied about weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, a far more serious deception, but was not condemned for it. If he had slept with his assistant, he would have been punished. But murders are apparently less important than extra-marital affairs.”

“Since the 1990’s, any foreign male professor who comes to the US to teach at University has to respect strict instructions: He has to keep the door open when he receives a student, unless the conversation is recorded; he can’t take the elevator with a student; and of course, he can’t have a relationship with a student from the University even if she is over 21 and even if it’s consensual — otherwise he would be immediately expelled. Also with colleagues: one can’t have ambiguous conversations, or use inappropriate words, and must commit themselves not to have sexual intercourse with a colleague unless the two get married.

What does that really mean? It is clearly a furious condemnation of sexual pleasures by criminalizing the heterosexual act. Every man is a rapist, every woman may be a victim. The flattering remark is a first step to harassment, seduction is on the road to rape, gallantry is a euphemism to blur the man’s predatory moves. The flesh leads to corruption, desire is dangerous.”

“To my fellow French who are planning to go to the United States: BE CAREFUL.  If you ever want to flirt with an American citizen, male or female, you need to get an official document from them stipulating that you can enjoy their body. We have a lot to learn from our Americans friends, but certainly not the art of loving.”

And this leads us to the big term SEXUAL HARASSMENT. How is this translated into legal language? In 1989 Chief Justice Brian Dickson of the Supreme Court of Canada defined sexual harassment as “unwelcome conduct of a sexual nature that detrimentally affects the work environment or leads to adverse job-related consequences for the victims.”

“Harassment will be considered to have taken place if a reasonable person ought to have known that the behaviour was unwelcome.”

Hm, what’s the definition of “reasonable”? The dictionary talks about “sound thinking and judgement”,  ”being rational” and “having a good sense”. And what’s “unwelcome”? Could be already a smile… Based on the theory that everybody has his or her own picture/map of the world the whole matter seems to result in an extremely elastic concept.

A female financial advisor comes to a branch for some appointments. Suddenly the male client is pushed into a different office to deal with a male account manager. What has happened? “I can’t deal with this man” I can hear her telling a colleague “he greeted me friendly and then he mentioned that the last time he saw me I was around 4-years old and sitting on a blanket with my family at the beach for  a pick-nick. Imagine, he saw me in my bikini. This guy is really creepy.” What’s going on here, I was wondering. How many people have mentioned that they have seen me as a baby or little child. I would not spend a minute to think about how they could have seen me. Perhaps I have been crawling naked across the floor. I remember that I didn’t wear a bikini before I was 6. This remark has in my eyes nothing to do with sexual harassment.

Then there was a student who wanted to apply for working at a fishing lodge far north. “He wants me to send him a photo…. What a creepy guy!” We are used to send a photo with our application in Germany and we have never had the idea to examine the reason for that. We even write our birth date on our cover letter. My last boss told me that he was especially attracted by my nice open smile. What did I think when I heard that??? I felt very flattered and attractive as a woman. The work relationship was great and we still have a deep friendship. I’m wondering if a friendship between man and woman is socially acceptable in Canada. As far as I experience everyday life, men here have male friends and women female friends, which is weird for me.

Then there’s this generalizing of women who say “Men only want sex… they’re all having their brains in their pants” or “The guy who has created this hierarchy (Maslow) MUST have been a man because who else could put food and sex on the same level and call them basic needs…”

I know a lot of smart and charming men who are far from being the way just described by women who at the same time dress tempting. Those contradictions show me that those women don’t have a lot self-confidence otherwise they would be aware of their power.

To bring my thoughts to an end I would like to say that I am enjoying the arousing, thrilling, exciting, erotic interacting and flirting game between the genders. How boring would life be without it!

Imagine Eva wouldn’t have eaten the apple, perhaps she and Adam would have never had a thought about sex. This means there would never have been polarities in this world. And without polarities like good and bad, there wouldn’t be heroes like Mother Theresa or Mahatma Ghandi. A woman did the first step towards sex and sexuality and….

I am proud to be a woman!

Namaste!

Proud to be a woman

A cult movie is always actual even if it’s from an era you haven’t been born in. If you’re watching it you immediately can identify with one of the characters or situations. A cult movie is about life, emotions, behaviours and relationships. A cult movie is moving and often makes you cry. It can be very therapeutic.

I was quite shocked when I googled “cult movies” and could not find any of my favourite movies on the top 50 list but a lot of real cruel and disgusting ones. Why wondering about young people running amok when cruelty and brutality is becoming cult?

Of course I made you curious now because you’re asking “So what are cult movies for you?”

So I will list some of my favourites:

  • Dirty Dancing
  • Flashdance
  • Footloose
  • Saturday Night Fever
  • and many more like Grease etc. etc. etc.

Perhaps you state “Hmm, they’re all dance movies…” and you’re right!

Dancing and music always played and still play a very special role in my own life.

What is dancing? Dancing is rhythmic moving to music. Why is “movement” so important in psychotherapy? Movement is fundamental to human life. In fact movement is life. Contemporary physics tells us that the universe and everything in it is in constant motion. We can move our body and at the most basic level our body is movement. Since the beginning of time, indigenous societies around the world have used movement and dance for individual and community healing. Movement Therapy is explained as a movement-based therapeutic technique that aids in release of expressions or feelings and aids in promoting feeling and awareness. Why dancing? An active, creative mind should be housed in an active, creative body. Dance stimulates the imagination, strengthens the body, challenges the intellect, and awakens an emotional sensitivity without judgement. With Applied Psychology I had the pleasure to learn again what I had experienced myself in my teenage years: Movement, especially dancing, prepares the brain for learning. It improves the two brain hemispheres in their teamwork and helps you with faster and better understanding and an improved ability of integrating the stuff you learned into your daily life. In addition to that dancing can be part of anger management. Imagine a bad situation at work and you keep on boiling after coming home, but then you put on some good music and explode or you put on your headphones go outside and run until all the stem has escaped and you’re feeling calm and balanced again.

So I can remember my youth very vividly when watching one of the movies. As soon as I got 16 I escaped from home to the discotheques in my home town in order to dance my frustration, anger and sadness away. It was just about dancing not about meeting somebody because I wanted to be ALONE and AWARE of my emotions. I went to the disco already at 9pm because till 18 you were only allowed to stay till 10pm and you had to show your ID at the entrance. Most of the time I was the only one there because people started to come at ten and later. The bartender knew that I didn’t have a lot of money at that time and I had told him that I was here to escape my problems with my parents and dance away my frustration, so sometimes he offered me a Coke or Sprite for free. When I hear the movie characters say that as soon as the music starts they’re entering an altered state of their being I know what they mean. There’s a lot of dancing in my workshops too. I’m asking my group “How would you express your sadness or grief in a dance? What would a “Success Dance” look like?”

But those movies have more to offer than music and dancing.  There’s the favourite daughter and the jealous sibling who wants to get higher in hierarchy. The loving father who tries to understand, the critical mother who doesn’t even try to understand.

There’s the gang. Who has the leadership qualities? Who is the follower? Is it only “coolness” that makes somebody a leader of the pack or is it more about sensitivity, listening and caring that wins in the end?

Those movies are about authenticity, honesty and values. “I don’t want to hide any more…” “I’m fighting for my love and for the person I love”

“My baby belongs to me!”

Those movies show that you can make mistakes as long as you learn from them. Life is about going forward and that’s not possible without making a wrong decision one’s in a while when risking something. Learn from it and keep on moving!

Cult movies show us the power of saying “I’m sorry!”, “I was wrong!” and forgiveness. They show us the power of love and friendship.

And they show us how to follow a vision. “Don’t give up your dream or you will die!” This is a not only a sentence, this is a metaphor for life! I’m coming across a lot of “dead” people every day. Yes, they’re are physically alive but they’re dead in their hearts and souls. Because they have lost their passions. As soon as there’s passion, there’s life! And I want to help them finding this passion again.

Therefore cult movies are timeless and ageless. You can watch them from 14 (in Germany) or 17 (in Canada/US) till 99 (if you’re an open person and did not start to raise the moral forefinger at one time in your life in order to judge about sexuality, people and behaviours).

There’s a lot more to say about those wonderful movies but that’s what I want you to find out yourself! Have fun watching!

Namaste!

Cult movies

“I don’t understand this “power of now” crab….” my friend said “I’m driving, you’re sitting next to me and we’re chatting. We are doing that now and not yesterday or tomorrow. So, we’re in the present, right. But I’m pretty stressed out. And that’s why I’m not reading that stuff any more.”

I smiled at her and asked: “And besides driving and chatting to me, are you thinking about something?” “Sure”, she answered “I don’t want to forget about some things I would like to buy today… But what’s so funny about that?”

“It’s definitely not funny. No wonder you’re stressed out. You’re doing three things at the same time.” I said and she laughed “Well, isn’t multitasking what we have to master in our busy lives?”

“No” I said “multitasking separates you from the NOW.”

She looked confused  and said “then tell me what it is about… is it meditating?”

I shook my head. Not necessarily. I mean, when the great Buddha would meditate then he would empty his mind and just BE. But when I hear people talking about meditation it sound a bit different.

But it is very easy to BE and live NOW. You will notice when you’re there because you will

  • feel time-less and space-less
  • be absolutely happy like in a state of bliss
  • not think about anything but what you’re doing
  • feel as one with the universe
  • forget about your pain and your day-to-day worries
  • enjoy with all your senses
  • be in the power of love
  • be in Alpha level relaxation and/or trance
  • not get tired at all
  • be yourself with every beat of your heart

It happens with me when I’m teaching qi gong or personal growth workshops, do Reiki or counselling sessions and when I’m taking photos, especially weddings.

Why?

Because those are my absolute passions!!! My calling, purpose, meaning……

This also leads to the Inner Child (visit my workshop schedule 2012).

What’s a child’s passion? Playing of course! Whenever you watch a child playing you will see the above mentioned attributes. A child does not think about time and when the mother shouts “It’s time to go to bed?” the first answer is “Please, can I play a little bit more…. only 5 minutes, please mummy”. After 15 minutes the mother slowly gets angry but the child cannot believe that 5 minutes are already over.

My cousins and me (right) - forgetting time and space...

What are the enemies of  BEING NOW?

  • Worry because it’s looking into the future.
  • Anger because it’s originating from the past.
  • Non-authenticity/playing a role because it separates you from yourself/BEING.

Healing your Inner Child will help you enjoying more of  BEING in the NOW.

There’s no being like NOW BEING!

Namaste!

“Congratulation!” WordPress just said to me “This is your 95th post.” and beside this statement I saw the following sentence:

If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it.  Tennessee Williams

Again and again, I am asked by people how long I would need to decide what I am going to publish in my blog, how I would evaluate what people want to read and how I would know if people would like me when they read what I am writing. I must have looked a bit confused at times because then people ask me if I understood what they were asking  and they try to slow down and pronounce the words more clearly… Sometimes I have to laugh after I had paused and looked at them this way. I’m saying “I’m sorry, it’s not the English I didn’t understand it’s the whole question… It’s your bothering about so many things that made me think a while. I’m sorry I didn’t answer at once. Honestly, I’m writing whenever I feel like writing. There’s not really a decision-making. I’m more the intuitive person… I’m never consciously thinking about what people want to read because when they’re not interested in what I’m writing they can change the page within seconds by mouse-click anyway and finally… I have no idea if I am liked by people who read what I’m writing except they make a nice comment. I hope that I can make people thinking about certain things but other than that I’m just sharing my thoughts without any hidden motives.”

And this exactly leads us to the Inner Child!

Who is it?

A little child inside you? You as a little child? An energy field that has saved all the experiences you’ve made between your birth and now? Your higher Self? A part of your soul that has been split off in a traumatic event? A suppressed emotion that changed your SELF? Your very own belief system?

Yes, pretty much all of this!

As soon as you’re trying to be loved by other people and this “trying” becomes so hard that you feel/think you are forced to play a role and neglect your real authenticity you’re neglecting what psychology calls the Inner Child.

Of course everybody is happy when (s)he’s liked by others and when I’m told that my posts are good it makes me smile. But on the other hand I don’t get depressed when there’s no comment or somebody is criticising me.

I have a friend who’s almost every second with facebook and gets really angry when she’s posting things and doesn’t get likes. When she talks about her parents I can feel how she’s still suffering that she felt unloved as a child.

The wounded child also shows up in controlling behaviours. An acquaintance asked me for help because her husband told her when she’s not accompanying him in the truck all time he will get another heart attack. He’s very jealous and thinks when she’s at home alone she will mess around with other men. How nice is that? As she lives at some distance from me I sent her some articles about emotional abuse/blackmailing. She tried to talk about it with her husband and the result is that she’s not allowed to talk to me any more.  I’m very sad for this young woman but she has to know if for herself it’s worth facing the challenge and fight  for her freedom or if it’s more safe to stay in a situation she has been knowing well for so many years already, keep on suffering psychologically and in the end get sick physically.

When I’m thinking back to the weekend in my training when our group worked with the Inner Child, I remember endless pain and tears at first and then limitless freedom and peace in the end. It was a very unique and wonderful ME that came out of this workshop. I went outside and was talking to people without thinking any more what to say or how to behave. I simply WAS ME! I surprised myself in the beginning when I said “NO” and set boundaries as if I’ve always done it that way. I was not afraid any more to say “No, I have a different opinion”. Suddenly I was able to focus on goals and be persistent with following my way and reaching them. Suddenly I knew what I’m living for – with passion. I became more self-confident every day and I learned how to handle conflicts in a productive way. I started creating my life and stopped others from trying to interfere with my values.

It is really difficult to describe these wonderful feelings of freedom and peace inside of me. To be honest, I don’t think this magic can be described with words. It has to be experienced! But it’s definitely worth it!

Don’t be afraid! I’m here to help you on your journey from “Who am I?” to “WHO I AM!”! You will discover passionate self-acceptance, authenticity, connection and purpose. Even though the exercises are challenging, they will offer you the reward of clear experience of the power of your true essence. The beautiful group bond helps to support the wholeness of each individual as the story of each person and the group unfolds.

Coming Home Workshop – Heal your Inner Child, embrace your power and free yourself for a meaningful life!

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LAUGH, LOVE, LIVE

Do you know any woman who wouldn’t have dreamt to be one of the beautiful “Bond Girls” and pose with Sean Connery, Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton, Pierce Brosnan ……???? When I met with a friend we’ve always been talking about those good looking agents who are never afraid of anything, behaving so charming and self-confident and driving those awesome cars. With Green Screen Photography the most crazy dreams can come true!!!

Now, it’s up to you! Pick your movie or theme and become part of it! It’s so much fun!

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Easter - Celebration of Life & Death

I am not a very religious person in means of going to church and believing everything that’s written in the bible. Studying psychology of human beings make me think that a book written many years after so-called “miracles” have happened can only end up in fables and tales and only showing us the authors’ perspectives. Of course fables and tales have a deeper meaning (I love to integrate story-telling in my workshops), serving as metaphors and many of those “miracles” only change their gestalt but happen today exactly the same way they happened thousand years ago. But most people are too blind to see and honour them because they are too distracted from the essence of life. That makes them good victims for a manipulative organisations like the church.

If you look at our holidays it seems a bit strange that Christmas is celebrated in such a big and fancy way because it’s just about birth. But this exactly represents the Western thinking and shows the deep conditioning.

Easter represents both BIRTH and DEATH and it shows us in a fascinating metaphor that our transition from LIFE to DEATH is just a transformation but not an end.

People often ask me “So if you don’t have a certain religion how can you have faith into a higher power?”

It’s so easy to answer. I was born with curiosity and doubt. Doubt is not negative. It helps you to not believe everything your parents, relatives, friends and teachers tell you. When I hear mothers tell me that their children are at that certain age when they’re asking questions without even taking a break for breathing I’m getting this big satisfied smile because I remember myself asking every person I met about his or her opinion. And I always had that skill called “art of listening”. After listening I compared and evaluated what I had heard and then I went out looking for realistic and practical examples. I bought books and read about different cultures, their rituals and their beliefs. I picked exactly the pieces that went conform with my values, formed my own opinion and developed my own faith.

After not being able to celebrate my father’s death because of being too overwhelmed and paralysed after his sudden death I decided to do this after my mother’s death. Yes, you read the word that nobody wants to hear: “celebration” (of death).

My mother loved all kinds of art (paintings, poetry, music and dance) and she loved the simple life and the rituals of aboriginal people in Australia, Africa and North America (she had collected several books). I wrote a poem for her and my husband and me agreed to wear leather clothes with fringes at her funeral. As both of my parents have been Roman Catholic and I wanted them both in the same grave I had to arrange the funeral with the priest. I didn’t like this man very much because he was not very authentic. He had been my religion teacher and I remembered him as a voyeuristic man trying to peek under the young girls skirts when they were on the swing. I didn’t tell him about my plans. I wanted to know if he sticks to what he says “Heaven is big enough and everybody is welcome, the good people and the sinners.” What’s your definition of “sinner”?

It was a long drive in the morning of the funeral and when we entered the church we were already 15 minutes late. I’ll never forget how suddenly the murmur stopped and people were looking at us with a certain disgust in their eyes, seeing us not dressed in black but fancy and colourful. The priest did his speech as if he had done it already a thousand times (he probably had) only with different names. It felt recorded and dead. A line of people went across the street to the cemetery and after arriving at the grave the priest said the final words “dust to dust, soil to soil, may she rest in peace”. When I looked into the round and mentioned that I would like to read my poem he turned his back on me and went away. I felt deeply hurt and insulted. Heaven seemed not to be big enough to welcome me because obviously in his eyes I was even beyond a sinner. I read my lines and my mother’s best friends thanked me for doing that and asked me for a copy of this poem that described my mum so perfectly in loving words. I’m still sad that I didn’t have some of her favourite music with me but I definitely know that I want to hear “Fleur du Mal” from Sarah Brightman on my own funeral. I want people to dress in colourful clothes and dance and celebrate my transition to a body-less existence.

I love Osho who says:

Death cannot be the enemy because it is part of existence. 
Existence has given birth to you. Existence is mothering you. 
And when you die, you simply go back to your original source
to rest and to be born again. 
There is no need to be afraid. 
YOU will not die; you will only disappear like a snowflake
in the pure air. 
Your form will disappear into formlessness,
the river will disappear into the ocean,
but it will not cease to exist. It will even become wider, 
vaster, it becomes oceanic. 

He also cites:

Death is, in fact, a process of renewal. And death happens each Moment. The moment you breathe in and the moment you breathe out, both happen.

Breathing in, life happens; breathing out, death happens. That’s why when a child is born the first thing he does is breathe in, then life starts. And when an old man is dying, the last thing he does is breathe out, then life departs. Breathing out is death, breathing in is life — they are like two wheels of a bullock cart. You live by breathing in as much as you live by breathing out.

The breathing out is part of breathing in. You cannot breathe in if you stop breathing out. You cannot live if you stop dying. The man who has understood what his life is allows death to happen; he welcomes it. He dies each moment and each moment he is resurrected. His cross and his resurrection are continually happening as a process. He dies to the past each moment and he is born again and again into the future.
Namaste everybody! Happy Easter!

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