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In This Issue
Getting My B*a*g On Blogging
I'm Invisible - Special Message from Casey
This Week's B*A*G Challenge
Getting My B*a*g Blog On......
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Newly Proclaimed B*A*G Ladies
 

 

 
 
Nancy
Jana
Terry
Michele
Shauna
Sue
 
This Week's Featured Fuel Source
 
Casey's mission for Be-Who U-R Network
 
We're on a mission! This network is a free platform for girls and women of all ages to share ideas, meet and greet, discuss, bounce ideas, and get an infusion of INSPIRATION!

We believe that inside the heart of each girl on the planet, lies true greatness. At our core, each and every one of us is beautiful, with dreams, qualities, and God given talents that when put to good use, can change the world!

 
 

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The mission of Modern B.A.G. Ladies is to provide women with their daily dose of  
 
Believe vitamin and charge women to

Act, because women deep down desire to

Go to places they thought were only in their dreams 
 
We will spread our new found joy, shred our own and other's fears and just have more fun.  We are real! We are not yes ladies!  We are OH YES Ladies and it feels pretty damn good!   
 
Today MBAGL fuels your Believe Act Go Traveling Sanctuary with periodic emails.  Sometimes with thoughts to ponder, other times we will challenge you to act and we will absolutely provide some get real, fun information.  Our future is only limited to the dreams we can dream.  So get ready for the ride because we can have some pretty outrageous dreams sometimes. 

 
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January 13, 2009
Greetings!

Remember that little chat I had with my 2009 Calendar and my little request for Mother's Day once a month.  Click here for a little review.  Well, ask and you shall receive.
 
Happy January Mother's Day
(and not just for the child nurturing type ladies)
 
Casey Roon de Pacheco, founder of FabFarmDesigns and B-Who-U-R Social Network, posted this week's message on B-Who-U-R recently.  The message resonated with my so deeply, not only as a mother but also as dedicated employee, wife and generally caring person.
 
I was so touched by this message that Casey had shared, which was emailed to her by her friend a few years ago, I immediately recalled the request I had made to my calendar, "Mother's Day once a month".   This is a MUST READ.  It filled my heart to the tippy top with love and wisdom. I found peace and strength in knowing I was not alone with a feeling of being invisible.  
 
 Just a few other notable items....
 
This week's newsletter is a shout out to my very first "Sweet Emotion" best friend and recently proclaimed  Modern B*a*g Lady Member.  She was the first person to teach me what good friends were all about.   Sometimes these  lessons reach your head before taking a sometimes long journey to our hearts. 
 
One thing I know for sure is that this friend has always  held a special place in my heart, even though we stopped keeping in touch many years ago. 
 
AND
 
Thanks for sharing Casey! Be sure to check out Casey's social network Bee-Who-U-R.  It's a great way to meet other ladies, get inspired and share your gifts.  There's a group just for us B*a*g Ladies on this network.  Check it out!!!  Eventually B*a*g Ladies will have it's on network, but I couldn't keep this group a secret.  Too good to keep to myself.
Spread Joy. Shred Fear. Have Fun.
 
Good friends may leave your sight, but they never leave your heart. 
 
 

Kim Lampe
Dancing B*a*g Lady
 
 
I'm Invisible 
 
Casey Roon de Pacheco shares a special message 
 
 
This email was sent to me years ago by a very dear friend. I keep it and pull it out from time to time when I need a reminder... I thought I would share it with all of you... I hope you enjoy it as much as I do - Casey

It all began to make sense - the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone or cooking or sweeping the floor or even
standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
 
I'm invisible

Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?"
I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please." I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -
but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England.  Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on
and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style
dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean.
My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it.
I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this." It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."

In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: 
 
-No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.
-These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
-They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
-The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are
you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied, "Because God sees."
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No
act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become ."

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As
one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to
sacrifice to that degree.
 
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for  Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a
turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his
friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been
added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women."
This Week's B*A*G Challenge 
 
 
Ask the Universe for one thing.  Take Action. Expect to get it.  Receive it. Give it. (repeat)