Ovulation: The Queen Bee

All are particularly peaceful at my abode this morning. The quiet reward for living a little more ruggedly in a rural environment is the welcomed sound of the winged ones: the birds, the flying insects, and even a couple of roosters in the distance.

It’s 5 am and I open all doors and windows to allow the heat to escape in exchange for the relief of a respectable temperature. The downside is that a mosquito or two rushes in, but I take that as a gentle reminder to create my mosquito traps.

I’m tired. Super tired. Not the kind of tired where there is something to worry about, but the kind of tired that happens after too many big events in a row. It’s the kind that is necessary; a survival mechanism triggering a person to now take time to rejuvenate and regroup.

I specialize in the hormonal lunar rhythm of women and how it applies both realistically and symbolically to our day-to-day lives in order to be in harmony with it. If you were in a workshop with me right now, you’d hear me telling you that when a woman is tapped-in and practiced, she can feel the day after ovulation.

Today, for me, is exactly like the day after ovulation.

Ovulation is the zenith of the whole female operation and basically a 12-36-hr. event. It’s the queen bee of the hive made up of female cycle days. It’s what the whole fuss is about: the party our bodies work so hard to prepare for every month. Symbolically, it represents full moon, full expression energy among many other things.

Once the event of ovulation is set into motion and parties in a raw and primal way all night, hormones dip as others begin to rise. This creates a dip in body energy that feels like “relief”, which activates reflection, as well as wisdom. One can also feel tired and not even realize why.

This scenario can happen metaphorically in one’s life as well.

Building toward a non-work-related production, I reached my symbolic ovulatory fullest expression yesterday and it came in the form of a dancing in Ashland’s 4th of July parade.

My friend, Wendy and I put a call out for fun-seekers and created a doable dance routine for people who dance well and who don’t dance so well in order to just have a great time and add our bit of spice to the parade. In 2007 we created the Firecracker Queens since our big local parade is the 4th of July. We hadn’t done it since then and didn’t have time to do it now, but we knew it was now or never.

Photo by Michelle Zundel

Photo by Michelle Zundel

Like ovulation, there is a tremendous amount of prep and build-up leading to the event. In many ways, preparing for the parade is a little like preparing for a half marathon. Training happens over several months and a huge amount of emphasis is placed on having the right personal set-up, hydration, and comfort to make it through without fainting. In our case, it was two months of dance practice in extreme heat temperatures, gathering and paying for the costumes and accessories, sound system, vehicles, etc., and constant communication with each other on our secret Facebook page. I personally got up at exactly 3:46 am yesterday morning to gather last minute items and race to get two vehicles in place at the front of our assigned street to hold our spot so as not to be at the end of the parade (first come, first serve is the short version of how this works).

A lot of thought was put into planning every detail of our routine, including what a dancer would do if she felt she was going to pass out. The morning graced us with cooler temps and a slight breeze. Judging always happens before the actual parade and we won 1st place in our category. Once out on the parade route, we had a total blast, the crowd responded, and we nailed it. It felt incredibly magical. Every dancer made it through and did really, really well. Like the female cycle, the preparation takes many days and the actual act it is supporting only lasts a few hours. In the case of our parade routine, we put an enormous amount of effort into it and were probably out on the parade route for a total of 25 minutes. Then it was over.

After that, some of us walked over to the after-parade festivities at the park and then trekked all the way back to our cars, which were at the beginning of the parade route, still in full costume. It was super hot and we were exhausted. I went home, literally peeled my dress off my skin, removed my wig, made a cold bath, got out, and fell onto my bed. Later I went to a pool party and then another party – both very sweet. I ate decent snacks, a good dinner, and drank no alcohol, only hydrating stuff. I finished the day with watching fireworks going off at various parts of the valley from the 3rd-floor deck of the pirate ship.

I woke up this morning not being able to move very well, but in a good sort of way, kind of. I got up and went into the bathroom. I had a blue sparkly heart sticker stuck to my chest (maybe someone hugged me who had it on them?), traces of long-lasting red lipstick on the edges of my mouth, a bruised knot on my forehead, and my hair doing what I call its ratty toddler thing, along with not only one bobby pin but a small French clip still embedded in its twisty layers. I removed those, as well as the sticker, and left the rest to deal with after breakfast. Oh, and the bruise came from moving a poolside lounge chair by the arms yesterday and having the heavy metal backrest slam forward and down onto my forehead.

Standing out on the pirate ship deck totally naked this morning, screwed up hair and makeup, taking in what coolness I know is not going to stay for long, I reflected on this morning-after day.

I’ve been going full throttle for 6-weeks or so: too many hours of travel but loved a family wedding, held a 4-day retreat at a hot springs resort, worked a 3-day festival and held a workshop in extreme heat temps. Normally I might be able to rest the right amount and keep going. But in the middle of it all was the inevitable decision to put my cat down, which was the devastating low for all of this high energy.

My sweet friend, Darryl pointed out that sometimes we have animals that become our right-hand person. Todd the Loverboy Cat was that for me (for too many reasons to list), so in the midst of all of these metaphorically reproductive references, I am really only aware of one thing: I’m grieving right now. I know many people can’t understand why you would grieve an animal like a person, but we do for certain ones, and I am.

So, I’m going to continue with my work-related commitments and meetings, but am going to lay low in all other ways for a bit. Now that I’m on the other side of my symbolic full-throttle building and full expression ovulation phases of my right-now life rhythm, I am going to take the time to reflect, honor, and go inward. Love and thanks for all of your beautiful messages and your always lovely support. I’m going to step away from posting for a bit and be back when I’m ready. ~ Suz

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New York ~ How It All Went

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New author friend, Deb from Toronto, and Suz

WOW is what I can say about New York.

Last newsletter I told you about going to New York to be part of a media/publicity summit. There were about 100 of us (just a guess) and we pitched what “we do” to national television producers, radio hosts, magazine editors, and freelance writers (for major magazines). I’ve added some pics here of the wonderful authors and coaches I met at this event. We signed an agreement to not take pictures or share info about the media who attended. I’m thinking there were about 125 of them. We had one practice day with our coaches and each other, and then 3 full days of pitching.

This is something that an author or coach buys into and in return receives phenomenal coaching from phenomenal media experts and a chance to pitch to the producers directly.* These producers get anywhere from 100-500 email pitches in their inboxes daily, with most going unopened. So speaking with one of them directly basically doesn’t happen unless you know someone who knows someone, or you’ve made a huge splash on YouTube or some other platform and they happened to catch it.

This was more like a first audition. We had 30 seconds to make our pitch, which consisted of our name, what we do, and what our show/story idea is. Then, depending on who they were, we had 1-2 minutes to answer questions from them. They would then ask us to follow-up (kind of like a callback) or they would tell us that (no offense) we weren’t quite right for their audience.

Pitching is not easy and not for sissies. First off, the pitch and show idea has to be just right for the individual media person. So I was constantly customizing my pitches. We also had to present ourselves well (of course). I’m happy to say that my clothes turned out to be the right look, which was a relief, as shallow as it sounds. However, the rest was up to me to simply have my act together and  if not, there wasn’t a darn thing a great pair of boots could do to fix that.

I don’t Broadway Bitesknow how my peers did. Comparing numbers would not have been cool. Many people looked happy (believe it or not it was a fun process) and others had long, discouraged faces at times. I had great energy up to the last day. That’s when my lack of sleep along with hyper-ness from the New York energy vortex must have caught up with me. I pulled it together anyway, even though I did flub my first pitch because I just couldn’t spit it out.

But here’s the thing—the bottomline: Over the course of 3 days, I pitched to somewhere around 60 media people and I only received PS 14 “no’s”. The rest were “yes’s”. It was a combo of extreme interest, decent interest, and only a few with lukewarm interest but still wanted to know more in case my book and topic were actually going to take off.

I had to have been in the top 5 of success stories there.

The thing is, is that 4 Seasons in 4 Weeks has many markets: Women, men, couples, relationships/sex, fitness/athletes, career, girls, parents of girls, politics, and global impact/conditions of women. So I was able to basically talk to anyone and come up with how the female cycle fits into his or her niche. Most importantly, so many of them actually “got it” – the importance of it. One extremely successful media persoSunny Day NY 2n told me that he thought it was possibly the most important topic today and thanked me for addressing it. I felt grateful and shocked all at the same time.

So now my real work begins. It’s all about the follow-up and further developing those relationships. I feel greatly encouraged.

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*And no, I didn’t just have the money. Making it as an author these days requires taking all kinds of risks, financially and energy-wise, that I would not have taken in my prior businesses. I simply believe in 4s4w so strongly that I know it’s going to get there. I’m determined to change the way the world views women by helping to change the way women view themselves. 4 Seasons in 4 Weeks is helping them to stand in their power. When women stand in their power, everything changes for the better.

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