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After 25 years as an
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woman I'm on a
campaign to inspire
women to unzip their
inner joy through
my writing, paintings
and transformational
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someone else's. 

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My Mother, The Dragonfly.

When hundreds of red dragonflies literally flew into my life,I realized they had a story to tell.

Little did I know, my very own 81-year old mother would be part of that story.

But first things first.

Did you know that dragonflies spend much of their lives (up to four years) crawling around the bottom of a pond?

Just when it looks like nothing is happening, they climb out of the muck and into the sunlight. Their wings, miraculously unfurl. And the dragonfly soars. (Here’s my magical dragonfly story.)

If you think that’s inspiring, listen to this:

For the last several years, my mother has been stuck in the muck of some pretty murky waters.

Besides struggling with her own depression and daunting health issues, she supported my Dad through his long, sad battle with kidney disease.

Her pond these days is a skilled nursing facility.

It’s dreary on the outside but filled with the most vibrant, and loving staff on the inside.

Six months ago, some of that staff actually got my mother to do something that I’ve been trying to talk her into since I was a little girl:

“Take an art class.”

My Mom’s always been so-o-o creative. It’s evident in everything she does, from doodling to decorating.

But like many of us, she’s been stuck in the muck of self-doubt and judgment, lacking the confidence to “put herself out there.”

Fortunately, Lisa Kokin, the very talented art teacher at the nursing home didn’t take “no” for an answer.  She kept inviting my Mom to come and simply observe the class. (No pressure whatsoever.)

After a couple of weeks of just watching, Mom started doing.

And doing.

And doing.

Twenty paintings later, she had her first one-woman art show.

And I had the pleasure of seeing my octogenarian mother, Marilyn Berger, hold court in front of an entire exhibit of her colorful, whimsical and deliciously-detailed masterpieces.

Family, friends and residents were in awe. No one (including Mom) could believe she created all these pieces in less than six months.

That dynamo of a dragonfly spread her wings further and read a speech to the gathered throng as if she’d been doing it her whole life. (I get happy tears just thinking about it.)

One of my favorite parts was “If I become depressed, I take out my art supplies and color my demons away—even if it’s 3AM.”

And, her Big Finish: “I hope you enjoy the new world of this old lady.”

Then,  “The Artist,” as Mom’s now called, answered questions from the adoring crowd:

Her medium? Brush-tipped markers on paper.

Her inspiration? Coloring books. As a kid, Mom loved lying on the living room floor coloring while her family gathered around the radio

Her favorite artist? Her daughter. (It seems my brother put her up to that one. But I was touched nonetheless.)

Ironically, I’ve been speaking to groups of women about “The Dragonfly Movement,” with the message that “it’s never too late to soar.”

Little did I know that the Queen of All Dragonflies was fluttering around my own family tree.

Here are some flying lessons I’ve picked up lately:

Shit happens. But magic happens too.

Who could imagined that in the midst of so much loss my mother would find the joy of her own creativity?

If her wings could emerge at 81 in a nursing home, who knows what gifts are hidden in the muck and mire of your pond?

Everyone flies in their own sweet time.

I‘d been trying to get my mother to “do something with her creativity” for eons. But just like the dragonfly, we each have our own timing.

It takes practice and faith to respect another’s process. And our own.

Grow your own wings first.

I’ve noticed that when I focus on myself and move toward those things that spark a “yes” in my own heart, it gives others permission to do the same.

When I found the courage to get my paintings out of the garage and into the world, it seemed to give my Mom a little psychic nudge.

It’s never too late.

Lately, I’ve been meeting dragonflies at all ages and stages of their lives.

The next time you start clipping your own wings, just remember my Mom.

And happy flying.

Are you or someone you love a dragonfly? Do tell…..(Please share your comments below.)

This is bigger than Botox.









Trust me, I‘m not about to judge how anyone faces the ch-ch-ch-challenges of aging.

Having just celebrated another birthday, it’s definitely a topic that’s on my mind.

And on my forehead.

And under my eyes.

And around my neck.

As far as Botox goes, I’ve personally never been a fan of injecting toxins into my face.

Ironically, I do inject all kinds of toxic thoughts every time I look in the mirror.

Seriously, I‘m the meanest of the mean girls to my own sweet face. (You should hear the way I snidely snipe every wrinkle, crinkle, bag and sag.)

But then, aren’t we all our own harshest critics?

And sadly, it’s not just women of a “certain age” either.

In this powerful video from Dove Real Beauty, seven women of various ages and backgrounds (none of them over forty), each are asked to describe their face “objectively” to a forensic sketch artist.

When a stranger was asked to describe the woman’s face, the difference in portraits and perception is staggering.

In every case, the woman saw the worst in herself. The stranger saw the best.

Of course, we do this to ourselves on a daily basis.

Have you ever looked at a photo of yourself when you were younger and thought “Wow, I looked pretty good.”

And then you sadly remember how  ”fat” and “ugly” you used to think you were.

Don’t you just want to shake the Younger You and tell her to be grateful for all that she has?

Well, one of the beautiful parts about aging is we get a chance to learn from the past.

Hopefully, with more awareness, we’ll start seeing ourselves through more loving eyes.

Here are some non-surgical techniques that I’ve been trying:

Fast-forward 10 or 20 years.

Imagine yourself in the future, looking at yourself now.

Chances are, the Older You would die for the imperfections that the Current You is obsessing about now.

Why wait?

Find something you love about your face right now. In this very moment.

No comparisons to how you used to look. Or how you’d look “if only.” Or how much better what’s-her-name looks.

See the best. Forget the rest.

Whatever we focus on gets bigger.

So, we can choose to zero in on our frown lines. Or to smile them away.

We can fixate on the bags under our eyes. Or see the light within them.

(And of course, a really good concealer doesn’t hurt, either.)

If you can’t say something nice…

Start noticing all the mean things you say right in front of your face.

How many times a day do you tell yourself how tired, old, wrinkled or ugly you look?

What if you stopped, looked yourself right in the eyes and said “I love you.”

In the beginning, this feels rather strange. (Especially if someone catches you doing it.)

But on days when I remember to be as loving to my own face as I am to others,  it seems like the whole world is a more loving place.

(I call that the Law of Reflection.)

Let’s fill our souls.

We live in a culture that’s more concerned with sagging skin than sagging spirits.

Again, I’m not passing judgment on Restylane, Juviderm or any facial filler.

But let’s face it, what good is being perfectly plumped on the outside, if you feel empty inside?

Most of us are so busy doing, fixing and accomplishing in the outside world, we forget to honor our inner world.

So, try this: The next time you tell yourself “I should blah-blah-blah-ing.,” hit the pause button.

Place your hand on your heart and ask  “What do I feel like doing?”

There is no age-defying product on any shelf as powerful as following the joyful calling of your heart.

Be a dragonfly.

Dragonflies spend most of their lives crawling around the bottom of a pond.

They don’t even grow their iridescent wings until much later in life.

What a beautiful reminder that it’s never too late for us to soar.

Stuck in the muck of our busy, no-time-to-breathe lives, we rarely allow ourselves to ponder new possibilities.

What would give your heart wings?

Have you always wanted to take tango lessons, go sky-diving, bake bread, throw pottery, go back to school or ________________?

Or maybe you just long to fly from flower to flower, savoring the beauty that’s around you.

Or need some down-time to hear your own inner voice.

Listen to this: Dragonfly Song

It’s based on a poem I wrote. And Aradhana Silvermoon, an angel-voiced dragonfly friend created and sings the song so soulfully.

I promise it will inspire you to rise above any self-limiting thoughts you’re stuck in.

Yes, it’s true that we’ll never look as young as we used to.

But each time we say “yes” to the flutter of our hearts, it’s youth serum for our souls.

And not even the best plastic surgeon on the planet can create that sparkle in your eyes.

My heart soars every time I hear from you “ageless, cageless soaring sages” (That’s from Dragonfly Song)
If you feel like it, please unzip your thoughts below.

I hope you can wing it this Sunday.

Wow, time really does fly.

The Dragonfly Salon is this coming Sunday.

It was one thing to talk about having a “coming out party” for my paintings. And it’s another thing to actually be having  it.

I must admit, it’s been a dance between Oy and Joy.

Oy because it’s a little nerve-wracking to step out into the world and show your true colors. (Know what I mean?)

Joy because it’s what my heart is longing to do.

But I must admit, my paintings look pretty darn happy, hanging on the walls of such a nice spot in Century City.

I can hear them saying “It’s about time we got out of the garage and out into the world.”

As for me, I’m having the best time getting everything ready, being my Goddess-Is-In-The-Details-Self.”

Next on the agenda is sampling a Red Dragonfly Cocktail (or two).    

I can’t wait to clink one with you on Sunday.

I know I’ve told you ad nauseum, but I can’t help myself:

Sunday, March 17th, from 4-6pm*
BREADBAR at the Century City Mall
10250 Santa Monica Blvd.

* There’s also a yummy special price-fixed Dragonfly Dinner starting at 6:00 ($25 each).

Please RSVP for the Dragonfly Salon and/or Dinner as soon as humanly possible.

Just email me at wendi@ohmygoddess.com.

I hope you can come fly with me,

Getting unstuck from the muck.

When you see a dragonfly soaring in all her iridescent splendor, it’s hard to believe that such an elegant creature spent much of her life crawling around the bottom of a pond.

But it’s true. Dragonflies spend as much as four years in their larvae-like, creepy-crawly “nymph” phase,

And it isn’t pretty. (More like Alien than A Bug’s Life.)

But here’s the thing.

Even though a nymph’s appears to be mundane to the outside world, big changes are happening inside.

In fact, that little creature actually sheds her skin up to fifteen times before finally making a dramatic exit from the pond.

Then, when she’s finally ready to climb out, onto her launching pad (a reed or leaf), she lets go of her final layer of skin.

And tada! Her wings had been growing all along.

Now, does the dragonfly’s story remind you of anyone you know?

I thought so.

Haven’t we all found ourselves stuck in the muck of our own private ponds?

Sometimes no matter how hard we work to get out, it just feels like nothing is happening.

Whether your pond is a stagnant work situation, a stuck relationship issue or something in your life that just isn’t flowing, the dragonflies have a lesson for us all.

Here are some things I’ve been learning from them. Hopefully, they’ll help you:

Be one with the muck.

When we find ourselves crawling around in uncomfortable feelings, it’s human nature to want to get out.

But the truth is, allowing ourselves to feel and explore our frustration, pain, worry and uncertainty, is the only way to truly evolve.

Instead of cursing our time in the pond, let’s ponder  the gifts.

After all, it’s the courage to dive deep into emotional waters that grows our wings.

Stop bugging yourself.

Dragonflies have a distinct advantage over us. They don’t have to endure the agonizing, scrutinizing voice of their Inner Critic:




To combat that constant and crippling critique, we need to first become aware of it.

Then, imagine turning down the volume on self-judgment. And turning up the wise, accepting voice that lives inside your heart.

Nourish yourself.

Dragonfly nymphs eat anything they can get their jaws on– insects, fish, tadpoles, you name it.

I suggest being more discriminating.

When you’re stuck in the muck, choose carefully. And I’m not just talking about nutritious, comforting food, either

Feed your soul with music, books, movies and things that feel yummy to you.

Surround yourself with humans who “get,” inspire and support Who You Really Are. And don’t be surprised if you have to shed some friendships along the way.

It’s just part of the process of becoming more and more your true dragonfly self.

Follow your flutter.

When you’re feeling overwhelmed and powerless in the outside world, try retreating to the quiet of your inside world.

Just place your hand on your heart and take a few deep breaths. As you go about your day, try to tune into the gentle yearnings of your heart.

Pay attention to that little fluttery feeling that urges you to take dance lessons, pick up an old book or have tea with someone you just met.

It may not make any sense at all. But you never know which tiny little leap of faith will eventually lead to your wings.

For instance, when I was unhappily stuck in the muck of my big fat Execu-woman job, I passed by a bulletin board in an art store.

For some random reason, a flyer about an art workshop in Mexico caught my eye.

Even though I knew I couldn’t go to Mexico, something told me to call the art teacher anyway. To my delight, she taught a local painting class one night a week

That one night a week eventually changed the whole trajectory of my life. You just never know.

Join the Dragonfly Movement.  

Just like the dragonfly nymph who dares one day to step onto a stem into the sunlight, I’m taking a leap of faith.

I’m following the voice of my intuition and starting a movement to inspire others to show their true           colors.

But first, I’m working up the courage to show mine.

For years I’ve kept my colorful, whimsical paintings stuck in the muck of my studio/garage.

But on March 17th, I’m finally giving my paintings wings and sending them out into the world as a collection of limited edition prints.

If you live in Los Angeles, I hope you can come to my Dragonfly Salon on Sunday, March 17th from 4-6pm at the fabulous BREADBAR in the Century City Mall. Click here to see the invitation. (I’d love to clink a Red Dragonfly Cocktail with you.)

But no matter where you live, I’d love to hear your dragonfly dreams. (Feel free to comment below.)

When you dare to share what’s in your heart, it lifts us all.

Come to a Dragonfly Salon. (Wings optional.)

I’ve always loved the idea of those salons they had in 18th century Paris.

So, I’m throwing one in 21st century Los Angeles.

On Sunday March 17th, we’ll sip Red Dragonfly cocktails, enjoy tasty tidbits and celebrate the joy of showing our true colors.

I’ll be showing my first collection of limited edition Oh My Goddess prints.

And sharing some divine musings and schmoozings about the Dragonfly Movement. (It’s never too late to give your heart wings.)

I hope you’ll flutter by for an uplifting afternoon.

Sunday, March 17th, from 4-6pm*
BREADBAR at the Century City Mall
10250 Santa Monica Blvd.

* There’s also a yummy special price-fixed Dragonfly Dinner starting at 6:00 ($25 each).

Please RSVP by March 1st for the Dragonfly Salon, Dinner or both. Just email me at Wendi@OhMyGoddess.com. xoxoxo

(I’m so looking forward to seeing your face in person.In the meantime. I’d love to know what you think about this wing-ding.)