For those of you who have been following me on Facebook, you know that I just made the choice to withdraw from Facebook, at least for a while. I am quite sensitive to energy these days, and my body has been having a very somatic reaction to Facebook, even when I’m not even looking at my feed. My heart so yearns for a world where unity consciousness, unconditional love, and acceptance are the norm, so it’s hard on me to witness the polarization, divisiveness, and outright hatred that I have seen on Facebook lately. When did we forget how to have conscious disagreement, to make our voice known without attacking anyone for their opinions? When did we forget how to just listen? I know I’m preaching to the choir here, so forgive me, but I just wanted to explain why I’m granting myself permission to take the original content I write and move it over here to a safe container of loving awareness. In this container, I welcome your dissent. Feel free to express yourself in the comments on this blog. I only ask that we be respectful of each other, to really listen to someone else’s point of view without getting defensive or making someone else wrong. That way, we can all feel safe to be ourselves.
Just before Thanksgiving, I met with my photographer friend Monique Feil, who is responsible for taking pretty much any great photo you’ve ever seen of me on my blog, book covers, or hanging in my home. Hay House needed a photo of me for the cover of my upcoming book Mind Over Medicine: Scientific Proof That You Can Heal Yourself, so I knew Monique was my girl.
The visual feel of the photo we needed to shoot was made clear to me. I needed to appear approachable, friendly, trustworthy, attractive, yet professional, distinguished, intelligent. So I wore relatively conservative clothes, but tried to still look pretty and feminine. I made sure not to show any real cleavage, and although I had my hair and makeup professionally done, I was instructed not to appear too glamorous, because if I was too beautiful, it might detract from the content of my book, which contains serious science and a powerful message about self-healing I’m dying to spread far and wide.
The people on my marketing team tell me I’m “the brand” when it comes to my book and my business, but I must say, it’s weird to feel like a commodity that must be arranged just so during a photo shoot. Perhaps my resistance to being commoditized is what inspired me to do what I did just following my cover photo shoot - strip naked and let my freak flag fly during my first ever boudoir photo shoot. (After all, at 43, I figure things aren’t getting any perkier!)