How to Trust

My dad’s side is Roman Catholic. My mom’s side is Born Again Christian. I grew up thinking that at any given moment, half of the people I loved were going to burn in hell. Maybe that’s why I married a Jew. :) Perhaps I was looking for a more compassionate God.

Seek and ye shall find, right?

God. Spirit. The Universe. Source. In my lexicon these labels are all synonyms, as is Intuition and Self. Even then, no words can really describe that… I can appreciate why in Judaism, one only refers to God by title, and not by name.

“Life’s metaphors are God’s instructions,” says Elizabeth Gilbert. I chuckled about that as I went down the 10-story slide at City Museum. When I first read the sign, I actually thought it meant a 10 slide presentation. Yeah! That’s where my head was.

And the sign at the top of the 10-story slide said “People with ankle problems or heart conditions should not go down.” Why? Because if you’re a control freak like me, you’ll try to brace yourself with your ankles and just might break them, that’s why! No, I didn’t break my ankles… but only because I was practicing my Yoga Breathing all the way dawn. Sliding down also took long enough for me to contemplate what God’s instructions were… er, of course… LET GO!

And when I did, it was actually kinda exhilarating and pretty… FUN!

I was blessed with many skills and attributes that led to a certain amount of worldly success and recognition. But over a period of many years, I realized that without knowing Who I was and for what meaningful Purpose these gifts and talents were for, all my efforts were like a hamster’s on a wheel. Yes, I rode the giant hamster wheel at City Museum that day too. What did I discover: not only do you keep going around in circles but this contraption actually requires going faster and faster just to keep up with your own effort. At some point, the hamster always collapses and just lets itself get taken a few full 360 degree rotations. I wonder if that’s fun.

It has taken years to “give up the driver’s seat,” I like to say. To trust and recognize that alongside my hamster-like self, was a Constant — my Self. As I nurtured this intuitive side, a whole world of magic opened up. I found that I could actually trust my heart, and this has actually always been so. In each of our hearts, the compass to our dreams has been embedded. Just like in the Pacific salmon. Just like in the whooping cranes. Just like the in monarch butterflies… we’re just the only creatures who’s heads keep getting in the way of our hearts.

No, that's not the 10-story slide. But it is at City Museum. :)

Practical Mommy is Ria Sharon, co-creator of the Yoga Parenting course. Are you ready for parenting to be easier, more fun and less stressful?

How to Tap Into Source

There’s a watercolor that hangs in my mom’s dining room. Flowers. Really beautiful. I first spotted it on a trip home and was immediately drawn to it. I had just graduated from an art program in Chicago. I had studied with James Yood, the art critic. So I was intrigued by this little painting’s technical execution and something else — it’s spirit. So as I stood staring at it, my mom walks up and says, “I love that painting you did. I think you were eight or nine.”


Have you ever started a creative project, lost time in it, and looked down later to see something has blossomed as if all on it’s own? While you were off daydreaming, this perfectly formed image or blog post dripped from your fingertips. Then you, like me, have experienced the magic of pure creation. Reflecting back on that painting, I vaguely remember the feeling of being there and observing my hands as they dipped brush into gooey pots of paint. It was exactly the same in art school. It was as if I woke up one morning in the spring of my senior year with a stack of lithographs that emerged from last night’s dream. Each one, a souvenir of something magical that had transpired. And so it was as a designer… after days of ruminating over a client’s “problem,” filling pages with sketches, moving typographic elements and images on my screen… after my problem-solving brain surrendered in frustration, then the creative dance truly began.

That’s when Spirit flowed… sometimes late into the night when although tired, I would beg my body to stay up for just one more layout because I, more than anyone else, wanted the thrill of surprise — of seeing what would reveal itself! I was the Witness.

And so it is as I write for My Mommy Manual. Or create presentations or workshop material. Or as I listen to moms, coaching them through a dilemma or helping them through a decision. Just as an image flows from my brush, so the words flow from my soul to theirs. Wow! It’s so magical and yet so natural — this thing, this connection between women. And every time, I am so humbled to be the Witness as Spirit moves.

Practical Mommy is Ria Sharon, co-creator of the Yoga Parenting course. Are you ready for parenting to be easier, more fun and less stressful?