It had been a long week of work. My body was exhausted. I canceled the tree removal and lessons for the afternoon so I could rest. There was an African Pop Up Market that I desperately wanted to attend, but only if I was able to get myself together. The long hours of the days had certainly taken a toll on me. My bed engulfed me whole.
Traffic was bad. The weather was not helping. Parking was easy to find. I sauntered up to the 8th floor and there they were. Three lovely ladies from the Motherland; Kenya. These business women create crafts along with others in their group, and they travel here to sell them. I wanted to attend for so many reasons. Women from Africa represent a part of me that speaks to a strong ancestral connection. I imagined that they would have many stories about life to share. An international circle made itself present in my mind. They treated me like family. There was singing, laughter, and lots of fellowship. When I saw the jewelry that they created, and the fabrics that were brought….my creative side took over. I asked if I could take nude pictures with their crafts.
We went into another room so as not to be disturbed by the sole male member that traveled with them. You would think there were little girls playing on the playground. Different necklaces adorned my neck. Pose after pose simply flowed from my smaller frame. Wine and Italian appetizers soon appeared to complete the gathering. My Friday night gave me inspiration for my entire life. My heart was filled with joy and gratitude for the experience that was now a part of my memory.
What is the name of the magic that happens when women congregate with each other? It is a universal sensation. At some point, the thought enters our heads that you know, I want to hang out with other women such as myself. No kids. No men. No talk about the 9-5pm. Let’s just get together and enjoy the finer things in life. Connections and new support systems occur because of such gatherings. Memories are made and selfies galore attack social media.
Movements exist in the modern day on this very ancient concept: Sister Talk, Girl Connections, Girls’ Night Out, Women’s Circles….all of them are based on the various needs of our feminine community. As a proud facilitator of women’s circles, I know of the need for such concepts because of how they sustain us. Women need their own space in which to express themselves and develop. It is also a chance to see the wonderful personalities that exist among us.
As the first month of a new year comes to a close, my heart wants more for my little circle. It is time for us to leave the beach as a main fixture. We need to get out into the community and be seen by others sitting down in coffee houses. December saw the introduction of focus groups which will continue into the Spring. Discussions should remain but let’s step up the accountability of each other. There are new business owners that would benefit from casual mentoring conversations. Every single one of us would benefit from tea, coffee, or even a nice glass of wine. Our village should be in place so that it can grow. It is our responsibility to do such things so that our daughters can easily take our places.
What thoughts do you have about your community of women? Do you think that it should focus on a new agenda?
There I was in a nervous bubble all by my lonesome. The time for my consult about my upcoming root canal was upon me. It went well enough. The doctor was kind and explained everything in an easy manner. The office was quiet and empty much to my liking; however, the office manager seemed as if she was about to open a major can of worms with another office on the phone. She was requesting a supervisor. My card was swiped with the heavy co-pay, and I waltzed off to my car. The procedure was set for early Friday morning on sunny Miami Beach.
As I boarded the elevator, I checked Facebook and sow the most amazing thing posted on my timeline. A huge smile consumed my face. Another passenger boarded and mentioned how happy I looked. I shared the post with her, and she commented how social media should be used in this manner all of the time. It simply made my day. My fears about the visit simply vanished as thoughts of sisterhood and support entered my mind. The timing of the post couldn’t not have arrived at a better time.
Even when we think that we are all alone, we are not. Someone is thinking about you in a good light. Others yet appreciate your presence. Why there are some people that simply relish in hearing the sound of your voice. It is an amazing thing to be connected to other people. It enriches life and makes those uneasy moments a little less uneasy….
The origins of our friendship involve flowers. She made me feel so special with her caring customer service. I gave her flowers for Secretary’s Day, and she did not even work for me. I would imagine it was a shock to receive them from a client that did not even belong to her; however, the truth of the matter was that she had become a reference point of warmth for me. We probably became friends that day. I knew that she was a very special individual but wasn’t sure what made her this way. It wasn’t long before the reasons became crystal clear.
On one random weekday in the Summer of 2012, we were having a conversation. We were still quite new to each other but the comfort level felt as if it lingered from a previous lifetime. I was explaining my desire to have an event for women to come and enjoy sisterhood. A slow steady gaze of interest fell over me. My new friend expressed an interest in attending. It was not long before she did appear at a now memorable circle. It was a night filled with admiration and knowledge. It was the night that her short stature dwarfed everyone in the room.
It was the Fall season. My assistant was working hard on the setup while I greeted women. The waitresses were very kind and attentive to our needs. Approximately ten women attended with my original sister calling to check in on us. Once the lively discussion began after dinner, the conversation took an unexpected turn. The frustation of one woman with her lack of business progress struck a chord with my new friend. She was soon standing in front of everyone as the tallest woman in the room. Everyone sat in awe as she effortlessly shared her knowledge. No one wanted to move in spite of the fact that the hour was growing quite late. No one looked at a cell phone or a watch for fear that the feeling would go away. One would think that it was a rehearsed scene from a movie when in fact it was simply a testimony from a very astute individual. All of us would still be sitting there at IHOP if she did not happen to check her watch to see that it was 1:00am.
The circle did not close that night. We sped home to dive into bed and pray that sandman had not forsaken us. Before my head hit the pillow, my captivating friend received a phone call from me. My words made it very clear that she was being hired as a workshop presenter, and that she had to give me a date when this would be possible. She happily accepted and executed two rather informative presentations on behalf of the Circle of Sisterhood. I have taken formal business classes with experts that have spent many years before standing in front of a group of people with advice. This individual knows as much as they do if not more and she isn’t in her thirties yet.
It is unclear to me if I will ever be able to truly express my admiration for this talented lady. There is no one else like her on earth because the human race would not be able to handle it. While I have told her, perhaps the written word will do a better job of putting my thoughts about her existence into a better perspective. The way she looks at life, the way she analyzes things, and the conclusions that she reaches are far removed from anything that is considered the status quo or common. Why, she even has different looks! She has not yet reached her peak in life. I am fond of referring to her as the talented, the captivating one because she needs to get used to receiving awards.
This elevated person defies limitations and does not accept failure because it simply is not on the list. She is an unforgettable character that keeps me on that lively thrill. She has the vision to look at an individual and see all of the possibilities instead of the downward spirals. Anytime spent with her is a drop of water into the bucket of fun. When she has something to say to you, it is said without hesitation good or bad; this is a speaker of truth. She will no doubt read this and call me while misty as she is a fan of my blog. When she does, a big smile shall cross my face because maybe then I will have expressed my genuine happiness for our friendship. Perhaps I should get tissues now.
It was not the news that wanted; however, it was not a shock. The circumstances dicated long ago that this would be a possibility. As my ears received the words, I just lay there abosorbing what I already knew. My cherished form of physical activity would have to diminish from my life. It simply does not compliment my body structure. Maybe I should light a candle for the predicament of loss.
Since it was already in the schedule, I drove to my family home to visit my mother. Upon arrival, she immediately expressed her dismay about my outfit. She wanted to take me to a restaurant and shorts would not be appropriate;however, I had jeans in my car. After changing, she gave me a beautiful scarf to keep myself warm. It was so very beautiful. Its far exceeded the beauty of any of the scarves in my vast collection which is what I shared with her. Her remark reminded me that she does enjoy shopping a great deal. Before my eyes blinked, there was a car in front of the house being driven by a vaguely familiar individual. My mother climbed inside. I soon followed.
It did not take me long to realize that I was in the company of the Saturday crew that spends time with my mother every single Saturday come rain or shine. She is often out of reach because they are at breakfast or in Ross. Perhaps a party or random church function. The thick Patios ran the length of the car as my body settled into the back seat. My mother soon inquired about the things in my ear.
A stop was made at a home somewhere on the east side of US1. My mother and her friend ventured into the house while I stayed behind in the car to tinker with my cell phone. A nice woman called to me from the house, and my hand greeted her in salutation. She soon followed the two to other women back to the car where she eagerly greeted me again. The gold Star of David caught my attention and prompted me to hop out of the car.
She embraced me with such warmth and joy. I felt quite comfortable asking her about her religious jewelry. It wasn’t long before my reportoire of Jewish music was being shared with her. A smile crossed my face as I returned to the car to be whisked away to yet another location.
The chatter of my mother with her friend was no different from that of teenage girls except for perhaps the content. Fiery outbursts of opinions mixed with laughter made for such an enjoyable scene to observe. Dinner was lovely. Words never escaped my mouth for fear that the scene would be interrupted. I ate entirely too much food and felt fat and happy in this beautiful place. The whole thing reminded me that a lot of what I do is because of the way my mother lives her life. She enjoys the company of her friends and does not stay under the shadow of my father. She is involved in so much during her retirement that it is often difficult to reach her because she is simply doing something for herself in her spare time. In retrospect, her life was filled with making sure that I was a priority. Its nice to see her enjoying things for herself at this stage of the game. I kept admiring her orange outfit that was no doubt purchased on one of those shopping excursions with her friends.
While driving home, my mind wondered out how fortunate I was to be included in such female bonding. My mother included me in her Circle of Sisterhood. Each woman was interesting with an island zest. My presence was welcomed and given a front seat to enjoy and partake in the fun. This is how it should be amongst all women. These are the experiences that shall propel me as progress continues on the Circle of Sisterhood. Why there is a circle this coming Sunday and new women are expected to attend for the Super Moon energy boost. Oh the time we shall have.
When a woman is in her natural element, everything else fades into the background as the spotlight focuses on her. This is what happenes whenver Lacey begins to speak about her passion for business. It happened during the last circle as she reached out to a fellow sister about her artistic endeavors and again during her informative workshop last night. At 5’4 she can command any platform and speak endlessly about what drives her on a daily basis.
As she began college, it was her intent to study to become a secondary English teacher since she has a great love for literature. However, as a participant in life, she ended up in marketing where she excelled beyond her wildest dreams. While working for different companies, she was able to see what worked vs. what did not work for customers. She gained a vast knowledge of basic marketing research. Ultimately, she realized that she wanted to be in charge of her own company which spawned Parlor Print.
I have witnessed how a beautiful yellow glow engulfs this woman as she shares her wisdom about what she does and how she does it. Words flow like ink from a pen as she shoots pointer after pointer to her clients and students. Her soft spoken voice does not warn you of the amount of power that she holds. One of the most important things that she shared during her workshop was that a person should not wait to be validated when on a mission. This should be shouted from mountains around the world. We will welcome Ms. Hudson again at the end of November at which time she will present, Business Reflections II: “Marketing”.
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