I’m excited to share my conversation with Morgan Day Cecil with you! We honestly felt like we could have talked for hours so I hope to have her back to the podcast. When you are talking about sex and romance and yoga and healthy sensuality and femininity and owning your power as a woman, there is way too much to fit into one conversation. I’d love to hear your feedback and what else you want me to ask her.
Morgan has a lot of really amazing things going on! Here is her bio and all the ways you can reach her! (Also, see that Great Big Yes banner up on top of the blog? She created it! 🙂 )
Morgan is a guide and woman’s advocate for sexual wellbeing and feminine wholeness. She and her husband are the founders of Romance & Adventure, where they offer online courses, workshops, retreats, education and inspiration on creating a life (and marriage) of true romance and meaningful adventure, through deeper connection, presence, passion and love. Morgan is a mom, yogi, and lover of Italy.
Sophia Sessions: A safe haven for the journey of sexual wellbeing and feminine wholeness.
(The Beta Group is starting now! Last day to join is Tuesday Nov 1 to take advantage of discount and bonuses) http://www.romanceandadventure.com/sophiasessions
Ok just finished a book all in one day. The beginning few chapters were hilarious! About halfway through I realized I don’t have much in common at all with this writer. I was intrigued at times and sometimes bored. Many of our beliefs differ. I found her shrill at times which is the title of the book so, duh. But she kept me laughing. Interspersed with very serious topics, her humor reared its head and I remembered that we have that in common. Funny breaks down barriers. I stuck with it and learned some things.
Three chapters in I posted a picture of her book on my Instagram page and I tagged her. I was giddy with excitement about a book that had me snorting and cry/laughing/cackling. Then I imagined her seeing the tag and reading my post. She doesn’t believe in God and I have this image of her looking at my page, rolling her eyes and dismissing me. I know I shouldn’t assume but let’s be honest, I almost did the same to her.
I realize that I have in the past turned off shows or stopped reading books or dismissed whole entire people because I can’t relate or I don’t agree. But then nothing changes. I think a lot of us are doing this. Sitting in our corner with our fists raised and our mouthpiece in. It’s people on both sides of every issue. We are getting advice from the people on our “team”, whispering in our ear and pumping us up for the next round in the boxing ring. Gross. I don’t want to participate in that.
I have a new vision of the ring. Two women in the middle. They’ve never met before. Let’s say it’s me and you. Sitting on the ground. Truth telling. Without censor. Laughing and sharing stories. Listening. Witnessing. Seeing each other. Allowing disagreements and different points of view to just sit there and hold space. Safe. Not needing to be fixed or changed. Just hanging out there with us among the laughing and the tears and the awkward silences. All the history and experience and suffering and joy. All of the stories of love and loss. The challenges and choices and education and mistakes and spirituality and baggage and fears and wisdom just swirling there around us grounding us in truth. Because it’s all true.
My story is no less true than yours and your opinion is no less weighty than mine. Neither of us is disqualified.
I will keep listening. Even when I want to run and hide in my corner with my people because it feels safer there. Even if your words shock me or my stories make you cry. Even when you are uncomfortable and want to run or I am judgmental and tempted to give advice. Let’s not.
I picture us making it through all the rounds. No knock out attempt. Just two women holding each other’s arms up in the end. Endurance athletes.
It’s interesting. I just posted that I won’t be able to post that often and here I am posting.
Something came up.
A lot of things actually.
A lot of pain in the world and death and destruction.
There is a lot to talk about and a lot of people are talking and writing and spouting off what they think and politicizing tragedy. I’m not going to do that.
I’m interested in people’s hearts and souls and stories.
My best friend from childhood’s brother passed away yesterday. They lived across the street from us all the years I lived at home (18 years). He was a big presence. He was a state champion wrestler and a football player. Mostly I remember him as a musician. He was in a band in high school and I remember when we were young, he played everything by ear. I can visualize him sitting down at the piano and just playing something he heard on the radio. I also remember walking into their house and hearing the drums being played in the basement. It was loud.
We looked up to him. He was 3 years older than us and so cool. He didn’t care about being cool which made him that much cooler. He was a really, really kind soul.
I had a lot of drama in high school. Much of it created by me. I remember him telling me one time, “Sue, you have to ignore what other people think and say. Just be yourself.” That meant a lot to me of course because I needed to hear it. I cared (care?) too much what people think. I want everyone to like me and it was way worse in high school. I’m learning. But he was just himself. Always.
Yesterday when I heard he passed I cried. We hadn’t talked in years and like I say, he was my best friend’s brother so he was like a side story to my friendship with her really. I mean, to him, I was just his little sister’s friend. I’m sure much of the time, super annoying. What I realize now is that often it’s those people on the periphery that affect us. God works in the margins, amen?
Also, when he was around, he became the main event. Honestly, he had charisma and charm and talent and kindness and the coolness just oozed out of him.
I didn’t know a house filled with live music being played except for theirs until now – my husband plays the guitar and my kids have all played at one time or another. Music is a big part of our household now. Thinking back on this makes me realize how much we are all part of each other’s stories. How much we can affect someone with a kind word, some music, a song. I have no doubt he affected many.
It was fitting last night that I was at the Austin City Limits Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony while they honored great songwriters and musicians. I thought of him and his love of music. Music brings people together. It’s a balm for weary souls.
I don’t know much about his life after high school except the updates I received from his sister. From the outpouring yesterday, I know he had a family and friends who loved him deeply. I do know he still played and sang. And that brings me comfort.
There are a million memories of neighborhood shenanigans but the memory that will stick with me forever happened just about a year (or two?) ago. We were at his father’s funeral. He went up and sang a song for his dad. He played the guitar and sang, “Why Me Lord?” Afterwards I went up to him to say how great it was and he was humble as ever, he said, “I hope it was what he wanted. He asked me to sing that one for him.”