Ciao Amica Mia,
I’m so thrilled to be teaching, The Roadmap to Legacy, course. We’re three weeks in and the response is heart-warming and humbling.
The deeper we dive into the teachings, the deeper I immerse into my own legacy life.
And the connection I feel to my mom amplifies, memories surface.
I feel the gift of her presence, at the same time I feel the pain of her loss.
I’ve spoken of this before – the paradox of living in differing emotions simultaneously.
It’s the way of the yogi.
I’d like to share with you one particular conversation I had with my mom that has led me to Sacred Sunday’s.
Many years ago, I was contemplating whether to accept a yoga teaching opportunity on Sunday mornings.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to get up on the weekend, give up my coffee and PJ time with my husband, and get my butt out the door to teach.
So, naturally, I went to my mom to verbalize and sort through it.
In just her cut-to-the-chase style, after hearing me out, she quipped, “Well, isn’t yoga your church?”
And bam, she pierced through my inner BS and unveiled a deeper truth.
It was my church!
For over 15 years I taught that beautiful Sunday class. At one point my students and I dubbed it, Sacred Sunday.
The past couple of years, after stepping away from the group class, Sacred Sunday took a new form.
And Sacred Sunday is shape-shifting once again.
My mom was a woman of deep faith. While born into the Catholic faith she was open to the underlying Truth that connects us all.
For years after attending Sunday mass she’d share with me the priest’s sermon. And then she’d ask, “How would you look at it in your world?”
As you might imagine my mom and I would have fascinating conversations. She always searched for the common thread that wove the philosophies together.
I miss those discussions. I miss her daily presence.
In honor of my mom and her legacy, I welcome you to
This is where I’ll be offering legacy seedlings that I invite you to nurture with curiosity and cultivate your desire to live a life of everyday legacy.
As I close today, l leave you with a contemplation on the meaning of legacy.
The dictionary definition goes something like this:
An amount of money or property left to someone in a will.
Something that is a part of your history or that remains from an earlier time.
However, the meaning I ascribe to is derived from the roots of legacy that comes from Latin, which means to send “persons on a mission;” which, frankly, I am on.
The mission of – “teaching others how to be a living legacy.”
I’d like to know, what’s your definition of legacy? I’d love to hear from you.
With much love and blessings to you on this Sacred Sunday.