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You must be the change you want to see in the world.

Mahatma Gandhi

I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent.

Mahatma Gandhi

Against logic there is no armor like ignorance.

Laurence J. Peter

Psychiatry enables us to correct our faults by confessing
our parents’ shortcomings.

Laurence J. Peter
US educator & writer (1919 - 1988)

I walk alone; yet the energy within my body is in harmony with the living things around me. I feel acutely aware of the things around me, which are and are not alive. Approaching the property which you are barried, you are alive in my mind and in the blood which flows through my veins as you birthed me.

I feel your fingers in the breeze that combs through my hair, dancing around my face. The energy of the Earth stirs from the ground beneath my sandaled feet which carry me to where your body is buried.

Glancing at the names on the head stones carefully placed on the real estate around you, I look down at your name and count the years since you have passed through the portal of immortality.

It is a surreal feeling looking knowing you are resting now. Your soul no longer anchored to the tired and tortured body which housed it. “I am here mother,” I say to the ground as if by some magical force you can hear me or sense I am there.

I have roses in my hand, pink like the roses in your garden, remember? The garden which is no longer there; like you, it is a memory.

I close my eyes remembering when I whispered in your ear while you were dying that the color “pink” would be the one I remember you with after your rebirth.

I am wearing black of course; it is a color I had often worn, even before your passing. You would say I looked as if I was in morning, and I would laugh a little. I would say it is a classic, a timeless color I wear to celebrate life and death.

I look to the tree planted at your feet, and the ribbon I tied to it during my last visit. Running my fingers on the grass which is now your blanket, I feel its texture and look to the sun which is setting.

“I miss you mother,” I say holding the tears back which are forming behind my eyes.

Leaning over, I kiss your name on the stone. I grin seeing I have left my lip-stick on it, the way I once did when I kissed your cheek. You’d say it was my trademark, and you were right mother.

I feel in some ways closer to you now than I did when you were alive. Here between us, time stands still. We are free of the guilt, fear, or of my actions shame the

Forgive my weaknesses to my temptations, and to my independent will. Thank you for your wisdom, your kindness and your generosity. Thank you for your strength and for seeing my naked soul and as I truly am, in me your legacy continues.

Dedicated to my mom, Gladys.
My Lady Ms Yvette
2008

My friend Sue has sent me the most beautiful letter:

Dear Ms. Yvette,

I am in awe of the beautiful fragrance you created just for me. In both scent and appearance, it is quite simply an aesthetically pleasing experience…sort of like you, Ms Yvette!

Hugs,
Sue

Dear Sweet Susan,

The custom cologne which I created for you is a blend of magical herbs from my personal garden and olive oil from the island of Crete in Greece.

The magical ingredient is our course of friendship and the aroma of the plants themselves.

With strength and grace,
Myladymsyvette

I have triggers, and most of us do.  It is not failure for us to admit we have them.   Looking at what they are and owning them is one of my challenges too.   Taking accountability for the automatic response I have when someone doesn’t live up to my unspoken unilateral contract, is often an embarrassing experience.

Like many of the people I have coached through for over a  decade, my body also goes into its ready mode of defending the emotions which triggered the automatic response, and I must own those triggers.

Often these triggers have much more to do with the emotional baggage I have carried around since childhood, than the actually conversation which had taken place.

I now selfishly want to continue enjoying the happiness I feel as adult without feeling guilty of it.  Strange concept I know feeling guilty for feeling happy?   How dare these old worthless memories of the past try to rob me of the happiness I now feel! They are sneaky little things that hide in the corners of my mind.

As a child they were monsters sleeping under my bed, or in my closet waiting to eat me if I made too much nose.   I would hide under the covers, pretending to be invisible.  I could sometimes hear my own heart beat as I lay my head on the pillow.   Now they are tiny annoying little creators  who are afraid of the light.  They wait for some opportunity to come out and annoy me.

But now I am an adult,  and  love the control that I have over my own life.I am strong enough to care for my inner child. I look forward to soothing my inner child’s fears, and giving her the emotional security and balance she has always wanted and deserved.

How I do grin to myself, as I wait and hunt for these triggers as they hide.  Triggers, are sneaky little bustards.  If I could catch, and cook them, would they taste like chicken I wonder? Tossing them in boiling water like lobster, I would hope to hear their high pitched sequel.

They would like for us to believe they control us, but they don’t.

Sometimes it is people who may unintentionally “push their button” opening the door behind where a trigger is hiding.   Perhaps it is a long line in a store, or traffic, or my now cold coffee.

My peace and well-being is more important than allowing triggers to waste my precious life, by allowing them to feed off my emotions.   I acknowledge I have triggers, and it brings me great joy deciding not to allow them to control my life.

Acknowledgment is the first step in many steps to come for me.  It is the steps which I will take, which will continues to move me forward.

myladymsyvette

I am so appreciative for all the positive advice you have given me and the inspiration you continue to evoke. You are one unbelievably amazing little dynamo of energy, hope and humor!

P.S. Blanche says hi!

Sue

It is hard to find someone in the world that you can tell all of your deep dark secrets to with confidence that you will not be judged. Some have tried priests, other people have seen shrinks $$$$$, others keep it deep inside and feel like they are going to explode. I have found relief for my spirit and cleaned my conscience by finding that person in Ms. Yvette.

Speak with her, listen to her and feel healed.

Michelle

“I have found Yvette to be a good listener. She assists you with finding your answers and helps you to understand ways to empower your self so you accept the responsibility of your life and empower yourself; assist you with realizing there is not a “fast food solution.” She keeps you in the moment with the discussion instead of let you wander around in memories to avoid the “seed” of the issue. She is firm; she is compassionate; and very professional with the tone and quality of her delivery. She doesn’t judge nor lets you go into a judgmental state about your life but lto ook at yourself as an observer and participant and helps you to understand that life is about experiences; it is a classroom, and that we are our own navigator.”

L