The universe moves in such mysterious ways that my mind is continually being blown by it. I made a commitment to myself, probably about six months ago to add way more healing, positive, inspirational sites to follow on my Instagram feed. I found, as a fairly new user of the social media platform, that the bulk of the people I was following left me feeling less about myself; which felt neither healthy or very nice. This was no fault of theirs, I take and own my reactions to what they were sharing. It is because I know how I’m built, and I tend to readily look at all that I’ve yet to accomplish, I can be guilty of dwelling on what I didn’t achieve rather than all that I have. Which I might add is a lot, I have an abundance of all beautiful things. My tremendous blessings and accomplishments are always brought to the forefront of my consciousness when I start working with somebody new, or when I’m building a new friendship. As we share ourselves with one another they’re often blown away at all the careers I’ve already had. And when I share about my life out-loud I am able to very clearly see that I’ve lead an incredibly colourful life to date, and have successfully not left many passion stones of mine unturned, as it were. By following more uplifting accounts I’ve literally turned that part of me around, has she left the building entirely? Absolutely not, she will always be with me, but what I’m doing is honing my craft at putting her in her place with the tools I’ve received, and continue to receive by having these gentle reminders throughout the day that all is not only good in my life, but it is actually pretty phenomenal. My blessings are in fact already beyond my wildest dreams, and I’m only half way through this journey called life.
But, I want more. I want to do more. I want to leave more behind than a blog, or some books, or casual appearances on some daytime TV shows. This is why I work with Camp Ooch, and Artists for Peace and Justice, it is why I support Bridgepoint Hospital. I want to make a difference in my community, in the lives of others, so that they too may be able to write down that their lives are more blessed than they ever imagined.
As you know, from my blog, my childhood with men was less than ideal. I’ve endured and overcome a great deal. My relationship with my mother, watching her strength, believing that if she could survive then so could I helped me survive those dark days. And then I met Yannick. His kind of love was like nothing I had ever known, one that I didn’t even really understand how to accept, so I spent the first decade of my relationship with him pushing him away. I didn’t know how to accept pure love. He taught me that, and thanks to him I’ve had this ache in my soul to help other kids, kids who have suffered similar things to what I have find and heal themselves so that they too can one day, not only accept love, but become love.
For years, for as long as I can recall, I’ve wanted to begin a program, a “safe house” as it were where kids could come, at any time of the day or night to receive free therapy, participate in free sports programs, heal through the arts, and simply be kids. Where there is no abuse, where there is no shame, where there is no pain. Just three weeks ago I started to meditate on how can I really dig deep into making this happen, as Yannick’s success and notoriety grows. Now is the time to capitalize on our current name clout to start the process of making this a reality. Everyday I prayed and meditated about it.
But how? How? How?
Then a couple of weeks back YB and I were on our lunch and spa date at the Four Seasons, minding our own businesses, well sort of. I say sort of because there was a table of four women sitting in my eye-line (I’ve sat at enough of these lunches to know that they were 1000% plotting a charity event) one woman had on this amazing watch. It was so fabulous that I kept trying to get Yannick to figure out what the watch was. But it was impossible, because his back was to their table, and every time he “casually” turned around to look, he and the woman would make eye contact. He was like; “this is ridiculous the woman is going to think I’m a fucking creep. I’m just going to walk over there and ask her.”
I was like; “OH MY GOD NO! You can’t they’ll for sure think we’re SOOOOOO WEIRD. No.” But my bull can be as stubborn as I can, on the rare occasion, and he strutted right over there without a care.
It was the best thing he could have ever done, because I was totally right, they were meeting about their charity event, and that event is called The Butterfly Ball which happens every May. The women work on the board of an organization called BOOST FOR KIDS https://boostforkids.org/ Their mission is: Boost CYAC is committed to eliminating abuse and violence in the lives of children, youth, and their families. We believe that all children and youth have a right to grow up in a safe, healthy, and nurturing environment. We are dedicated to the prevention of child abuse and violence through education and awareness, and to collaborating with our community partners to provide services to children, youth, and their families.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME. This is what I’ve been dreaming of. How did I not know about this organization before??? No sense looking back, can’t change what I didn’t know, or how I didn’t help in the past! The beautiful thing is that now I do know, and now, I’m proud to announce that I, along with Yannick are joining forces with this incredible group that is doing the most important work in our communities, protecting and guiding our future generations in the highest risk areas of our great city. If we don’t uplift our children then we are failing miserably as a society. This is our most important role on this planet, teach, love and guide the next generation to be better than the last. I’m excited for this collaboration, and look forward to the great impact we are going to make in the lives of many young people in need from this day forward.
Go follow them on social media, check out their website https://boostforkids.org/ and keep an eye on this blog, and my social media for more details as they unfold.
xo Happy Soulful Sunday friends!