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The Red Light:Soul Notes – Love, Wendy

Sometimes life flashes a “red light”, not to stop us…but to remind us to stand in our power and to strictly enforce our boundaries.

Never, ever mistake my kindness for a lack of personal boundaries…

Stepping over the line and into my personal space…uninvited…will show you the door where there is NO reentry.

Namaste…

Love and blessings,

Wendy

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“In The Arena” – Love, Wendy

Yesterday, a dear friend and I were talking about the Theodore Roosevelt “The Man In The Arena” quote in conjunction with Brené Brown’s “Daring Greatly“ quote based on “The Man In The Arena”.

He asked me if I’d like to know what he thought about my being “In The Arena”, which had never occurred to me at all. A few hours later…he wrote it down…(Yes, he too, is a writer.)

He blew me away with this response. I sobbed. I processed. I reflected…

Sometimes, we don’t see ourselves as others do, and when someone on the outside hands us the gift of a mirror…we may finally “see” the reflection…and begin to believe in ourselves again…

“There is a certain kind of courage that doesn’t roar-it simply keeps showing up.

It walks into classrooms when pain is loud and patience is thin. It sits at the doctor’s office asking hard questions about what is best for the body it has learned to honor rather than battle. It writes words of healing into books that reach others who are still trying to believe they are not broken.

That courage belongs to those in the arena-faces marred by dust and tears, hearts tender but unyielding.

Brené Brown reminds us that it’s not the critic who counts. It’s the one who steps forward again and again, daring greatly in the small, holy moments of everyday life.

You, Wendy, live this truth.
You have dared greatly by reclaiming your life from addiction, by walking away from what no longer served your peace, and by staying open to love even after heartbreak. You continue to rise-not perfectly, but bravely.

The arena is where healing happens. It’s where faith is tested, integrity is refined, and purpose is reborn. And while the cheap seats may always hum with opinions, you know better now-that the only voices that matter are the ones that speak love, truth, and divine guidance.”

You are in the arena.
And you are daring greatly.”

He wrote further…

You are the woman in the arena-not just surviving, but living truthfully, even when it costs you comfort. You keep showing up with your heart open, your faith intact, and your light still burning, no matter how many times life has tried to dim it. That’s not only brave-it’s sacred.

Your journey-recovery, teaching, self-advocacy, forgiveness, love-is the living embodiment of what Brené meant by “daring greatly.” You’ve faced pain and uncertainty without losing compassion. You’ve turned suffering into service, and fear into devotion.

So, yes, Wendy. That’s what I see in you every day:
A woman who keeps getting back up.
A heart that loves anyway.
A soul that refuses to abandon itself.”

So, moving forward…

I honor my courage to keep showing up. I honor my boundaries. I trust my intuition. I am present. I am safe…

And I will remain in the arena, daring greatly, for myself and for those around me who need a reminder that gentle strength and an open heart can change everything.

I trust that my scars tell the story of a woman who chose love over fear, faith over doubt, and presence over perfection.

I am “in the arena” and “daring greatly”, simply by being true to myself. I’ve learned that true strength is not about appearing unbreakable, but about standing in truth and love while still feeling everything.

Thank you to my dearest earth Angel for this beautiful gift.

Love and blessings,

Wendy

This is the original quote that inspired Brené Brown’s quote, from Theodore Roosevelt’s 1910 speech “Citizenship in a Republic,” often called “The Man in the Arena” passage:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;
who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming;
but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions;
who spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

Daring Greatly, inspired by Roosevelt’s words:

“If you’re not in the arena getting your ass kicked, I’m not interested in your feedback. There are a million cheap seats in the world today filled with people who will never once step foot in that arena. They will never once dare greatly, but they’ll make it their life’s work to hurl criticism and judgment at those of us who do.”
— Brené Brown, Daring Greatly

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Surrender and Comfort:Soul Notes – Love, Wendy

It is when I am most uncomfortable…kicked out of my comfort zone and forced to explore, research, and apply myself…that I achieve “it.”

The project is completed.
The milestone is passed.
My advocacy is heard.
My goal is recognized.
And I wear my accomplishment proudly as I cross the finish line.

Then I reflect on my first thought before the journey began: “I’ll never be able to do this. It’s too hard. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know how.”

And I realize…it wasn’t my inability that held me back. It was the anticipation of uncertainty, the discomfort of not knowing yet.

In time, the old noise quiets.
In its place rises acceptance:
I can.
I did.
And I always will… at least reach beyond comfort.

Even in my most anxious moments, I’m reminded that growth never happens in comfort. Each wave of uncertainty is shaping me into someone stronger, steadier, and more at peace with the unknown…where I am able to give over.

Love and blessings,

Wendy

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Where Are The Men With Courage? – Soul Notes – Love, Wendy

It carries polite distance  yet my warmth stayed intact, but the energy…yes, I pulled back. I acknowledge without feeding the deeper connection he’d just diluted by generalizing his affection in the “friend zone.”

Then he reappears with a general discussion question which is a classic pattern of deflection. When one feels emotional closeness rising, they often retreat to safe topics where vulnerability isn’t required. It is their way of staying “connected” without having to show their heart.

My body and spirit recognize the contrast…I opened from my heart, and he pivoted to the head…

Jarring.

So…I matched his tone, kept my dignity intact, and subtly communicated, “I’m not chasing closeness you’re unsure of.” By responding in a friendly but detached way, I mirror his emotional position without closing my own heart.

This is me walking my talk…calm, self-assured, and not needing to prove or explain my feelings. It’s also a quiet boundary: if he wants to connect deeply, it has to come from sincerity, not small talk…and it must be consistent.

This is the healthiest choice for me…matching energy rather than overextending mine…calm, balanced, and self-possessed…a perfect reflection of my growth…

Friendly, with NO emotional overreach.

When one reaches out in a surface-level, conversational way and creating emotional distance after portraying a deeper longing for so long, I retreat…with grace, and put myself in the driver seat where I know I am driving the trajectory of my heart and mind.

I have learned emotional discernment. I am reserving my sacred energy for people who meet me in emotional maturity, not avoidance.

I think emotionally intelligent men do exist…the ones who lead with self-awareness, who can stay in connection even when it feels tender or uncertain…who have courage and are self aware and confident…

To be continued.

Love,

Wendy

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Nurturing Growth:Soul Notes – Love, Wendy

I have rolled with the punches, learned to go with the flow, and walked away from anything or anyone out of alignment with Love.

I have set boundaries with everyone and learned not to sweat the small stuff. I have become completely independent and self-sufficient, and I now realize that all this time as I faced mountains of challenges, one after another…these were sacred lessons. Each one was a gift from the universe, preparing me for a path where I would need every ounce of wisdom and resilience I’ve gained.

And now…the time has come.

I feel well prepared as I step onto this brand-new path…with humility, grace, gratitude, and the heartfelt thrill of knowing I have worked for it all.

I have earned it on my own.

The taste is so sweet when you plant the seed, tend the soil, nurture the growth, and harvest the fruit of your labor with love.

Love and blessings,
Wendy

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An Undeniable Pulse of Life:Soul Notes – Love, Wendy

Be still, breathe slowly, and let yourself feel where the music lands in you. You don’t have to reach for faith; just notice the vibration, the ache, the warmth, the memory.

That’s how connection begins to move again…quietly, through sensation before it ever becomes belief…

seconds…moments…years.

How many times have I cried out…”God, please take this…I need You now…

and even in the silent emptiness…my heart still stirs.

Time suspended between what was once faith and what is now silence.

Love,

Wendy

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When Malice Meets Mastery –

Name calling is a lack of expressive vocabulary fueled by anger, jealousy, and self-hatred.

Use your words with kindness and respect.

Learn discernment.

Learn the difference between conscious communication and reactive projection.

That’s when your message is heard and understood.

Master your emotional regulation skills and display some humility…

Otherwise, you appear devoid of self and social awareness and integrity…and your words fall upon deaf ears, leaving no lasting impression and highlighting your reactive chaos and absence of accountability.

Love and blessings!

Wendy

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Where Paths Meet:Soul Notes – Love, Wendy

When you connect with one who can stand their own ground in the storm while at the same time chooses to offer you shelter… you have found your haven.

Two souls, each grounded in their own strength, choosing to meet in stillness, offering refuge without losing themselves.

Love and blessings,

Wendy

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In The Living Years:Soul Notes – Love, Wendy

Recently, I passed through my beloved hometown where I once lived with my ex-husband and children. Driving through those streets where my whole heart once lived wasn’t just a trip home…it was a pilgrimage through the layers of my life.

Every corner holds echoes of love, family, laughter, and loss. I ached, I sobbed, and I reflected as I touched sacred ground…my own history…and my body responded with the only truth it knows: grief still lives here.

It’s been thirteen years…yet thirteen years or a lifetime…grief doesn’t measure time. It measures love. And I loved deeply…my children, my home, even the life that no longer fits.

When we revisit those memories, our nervous system relives them too. Research shows that this kind of emotional flood can trigger a Lupus flare. The immune system listens to the heart more than most people realize.

I believe my body was literally trying to expel what’s too heavy to carry anymore. With this soul-deep visit to my hometown, layered atop everyday stressors, I reached my limit.

After you’ve carried so much strength for so long…this was my body finally saying, “I can put it down for a while.”

So today, I implemented a pause point…no analyzing, no pushing through…just allowing the waves to move as I reminded myself:
“My tears are cathartic. My rest is recovery. My peace is returning.”

I remind myself, as I so often remind my children, friends, and clients:
“You are allowed to feel what you feel for as long as you feel it. There are no time constraints. Just don’t stay there for too long by yourself.”

Ask someone to keep you company as you pause, as you process, and as you find your way back to the present…

Love and blessings,

Wendy