Musings From Therese

Autumn Musing

2011-10-31T14:03:00.006-04:00

As Autumn nears, or in some cases fully arrives, our thoughts turn to the end of summer, the last baseball game, football, marching band, ice hockey, a pot of chili (beef, pork or vegetarian) and preparing for winter. Even though the days of stocking up the cellar with summer's bounty is long gone for most of us, our bodies seem to remember that time. We knit, we make stew, we start to think about home made goods for friends and family, and, if we're lucky, we start to plan for seeing family and friends over the holidays which will arrive all too quickly. As we settle into our afghans in the evening, possibly in front of a fireplace, it's a really great time to go to the heart. Even for those of us in Florida who are experiencing 50s at night--hurray for winter!--there's a feeling of going deep and feeling love, anticipation and even some old warm memories.

The heart is a multi-faceted beautifully energetic space, as I've talked about in earlier blogs. This is a time to open to our feelings and emotions and make an effort to forgive old wounds (and wounders) and be grateful for those in our lives that come to us with their whole hearts. As we've also talked about, forgiving is not for others, nor is it about forgetting. Forgiving is for us. It's the leaves falling off our blame tree, making room for the blossoms of Spring. Gratitude is one of the healthiest emotions possible. The more gratitude we hold in our hearts, the healthier our hearts become. Keep a journal by your bed, and every morning when you wake write down one or several things you're grateful for and why. Before bed, review your day and do the same thing. Note when you have been able to forgive or accept someone in the day who is different, annoying, or even "in your face." Use your heart's empathy to know they are in a bad place if they are acting badly. Don't make an effort to spend more time with people who affect your energy in a negative way, but do forgive it so that you don't carry it around in YOUR body. I wish everyone a wonderful season of introspection ( sort of like mulching a tree) that will lead to a new year of positive blooming. You have the skills, the energy and the motivation to birth a new you. In love, Therese

CHANGING STRESSING TO BLESSING!

2011-05-28T15:47:00.008-04:00

Stress--it's all around us! Inside with our worries about money, family, health and outside with the daily trauma of the news about floods, earthquakes, tornadoes, war and rape in the military, Africa, the streets and homes of America and even in the Peace Corps! Acts of violence and the faces of those violated. Is it any wonder we are traumatized by stress? Do we add to it by the daily ingestion of reality television outside the news? What about shows with the "housewives of..."--you name the city; bridezillas; women and men attacking one another; shows that grow more violent every year as our appetite for them increases? Are the choices we're making causing our stress load, and thus our diseases and behaviors? The latest statistical data says it's so. So what can we do about it? First of all, it's important to know that our brain CANNOT TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN REAL AND IMAGINED PAIN AND ANGER! If we are watching something violent and our body reacts to it, the body is releasing a chemical stew of toxins like adrenaline and cortisol into the body that tells it we're being attacked. All of our nerves and messengers believe we are in danger and respond accordingly, sending us into fight or flight. This happens to us multiple times a day. These chemicals break down the health of the body. On the other side, when we are receiving, or having a memory of receiving, love, care, appreciation and kind touch, endorphins (good chemicals) are released that make our bodies feel good. These chemical baths lead to healthy bodies. What we can do is experience the good stuff throughout the day instead of the bad stuff.

How often do you talk to those you love--face to face or voice to voice, not through FB or email? How often do you say "I miss you; I love you; let's get together"? How often do you touch another human or animal with affection? All of these are healthy, healing parts of life.

Here's a tip: Every day, several times a day, breathe into your heart and remember a time when you were loved, appreciated or just plain contented. Breathe this memory into your body, and your body will respond as if it's happening in the present moment. Do this consistently, and you'll feel your shoulders drop and your chest relax as you are going into a meeting or just facing a stack of papers on your desk. It's so easy and so amazingly affective. The AMA reports, and ABC news followed up on the fact, that meditation is the one and only effective relief for stress. What I just gave you is a form of meditation. It doesn't have to be hard. It doesn't have to involve a class or a pillow--just you and your heart. May both of you thrive in love. I'd appreciate hearing from you! Therese www.IsisInstitute.org

2011-05-28T15:43:00.000-04:00

READY FOR SUMMER

2011-05-07T11:16:00.002-04:00

This photo conjures up every summer I spent in the Chain of Lakes in Wisconsin. A relief from the unbearable heat of the Illinois prairies, quiet days on the water fishing, "black cows" (for the uninitiated, root beer floats) at night listening to the owls. My lifelong love has been lakes--the smell of them, the romantic breaking of the waves under the dock--all coming at a time when my hormones were waking up and life at home was not quite so beautiful. The two or three weeks we spent there were heaven on earth. My first love courted me by the lake, and he'll be remembered as the smell of fresh water and green corn carried on the breeze to Lake Springfield.

I put this photo in the new book I'm writing for middle grade readers about the earth and her beauties and where we have gone wrong and need to clean up after ourselves. I remembered how fresh the air smelled, how the water tasted when you dove into it from a row boat or canoe. Working for Breaking Ground Contracting and writing books for the educational division is a gift for me--a chance to make a difference and also a chance to remember the beauties of being a child instead of the pains.

With all that is going on in the world--the fear of nuclear meltdowns; wars in several countries; economic disaster due to greed and avarice--the bright spots are the many people, young and old, moving forward to clean up our waters and hills and valleys and those in the Mid-east who are struggling for freedom. If all of us spent two minutes a day just sending love and energy to the planet and our brothers and sisters who live on her, the results would amaze us. I recommend that you check out the Global Coherence Initiative (www.Ghcoherence.org) where people go every day to join others virtually to send heart energy to the planet. It sure can't hurt:) Love and blessings to all who mother as we approach Mother's Day, and that doesn't mean only those of us who bear children. Sometimes the most mothering people on earth have no children of their own.

Living Your Intentional Life--Quality Six--Ritual

2010-12-11T13:51:00.000-05:00

Hello again! I hope you are all doing a little (or a lot!) with Qualities 1-5. Quality number 6 speaks particularly to the holidays and the mixed messages it can bring up.
When I work with groups, the most confusion comes up around ritual. For those grappling with being “un-affiliated” with the religion or church of their youth, it brings up all kinds of ghosts, especially around the holidays. Ritual can also be a no-no word from certain ethnic and religious backgrounds, implying god or goddess worship or pagan behaviors. How we carried this into the 21st Century is another article, but suffice it to say that these reactions are real, at the body level, and deeply imbedded. So, why would we want to “infuse” our lives with more of what we have removed or ignored for years? Because ritual is not what we think it is.

Ritual is a reverence for things of the spirit, the family, the country and memory. I usually ask my groups, after the groans, some of the following questions:

· Do you have something on the table at the holidays that is your mother’s or grandmother’s, like a tablecloth or a bowl?
· Do you have an area in your house where you gather photos of family and/or friends? Do you have several such places?
· Do you sometimes have a figurine and/or candles in those same places?
· Do you eat certain specific foods, create certain blessings or play certain games when gathering for holidays?
· Do you sing the Star Spangled Banner before a football game, or wear your team colors?

All of these things are ritualistic—places of energetic spirit where we evoke the memory and the presence of family and friends. They are things we do naturally, without thought, because they are part of the tapestry of our lives. Maybe we have carried them on unknowingly because we learned them from someone else, or through our religious affiliation. Maybe we created them in our childhood rooms or dorm rooms or in the early days of our marriages. Maybe our children are already creating similar spaces in their homes and offices. Because of the amount of pleasure they create, we can infuse our lives with our own self-created rituals or places of sacred energy. Family ritual changes as the family changes. Divorce, death, illness, children grown and gone, all create flux in the way we observe our rituals. Sometimes the time has come for us to create personal behaviors that are honoring of ourselves as much as ancestry or habit. For those who came from Orthodox religions, particularly Catholicism, recreating an altar in our own vision of our spiritual life is healing.

The most common way of creating ritual is to build a small altar that is ours alone, made up of items that inspire us or create memory of sacred precious times for us. The altar doesn’t have to be fancy, and it can be anywhere. Most women choose the bedroom, so they have privacy and quiet to create their own sacred space. Some use a dresser top, a small end table or a low table with a cushion in front. A lot of us put a scarf or cloth on the altar, then decorate it with things that are meaningful like an angel statue, a Buddha, a Kuan Yin or Blessed Mother or a Native American pot. They then add things that bring them to a spiritual thought, such as candles, flowers, music, feathers, sound bowls, cards and pictures. Altars can be as elaborate or as plain as you like. Mine are reminders of my May altars, when I worshipped the goddess in the guise of Mary, with peonies and lilacs galore.

Then, it’s time to choose a specific time of day where you will devote at least ten minutes to clearing your mind while sitting in front of your altar, and inviting guidance, memory or meditation. Generally, women choose first thing in the morning and last thing at night to put their mind at ease and prepare them for the day and for sleep. At those times, it helps to open your meditation/prayer with similar saying or wording to create a sense of ritual deep in your body.

Rituals can be individual or include members of the household. If you all begin dinner at the table—even if only on certain days—and open with a blessing, prayer or saying, you are creating a ritual for the family. Using dishes that have been in the family, and sharing that with your children, creates a sense of continuity in a world that is moving at the speed of light. Helping your family to create their own personal altars, with their own choices of décor and creation, heightens a sense of their spiritual self as much as awards and statuettes heighten their sense of mental or physical accomplishment.

As you go along, ways of infusing one’s life with the ways of the higher self will begin to change how you look at life in general. There will be daily reminders of how life can be peaceful, loving and intentional, as opposed to chaotic, rushed and disorderly. You will want to spend more time in the place of celebration and ritual, and that can be a wonderful life change. Just start small and see what happens.

Happiness

2010-10-28T16:06:00.003-04:00

The Pursuit of Happiness

A new branch of psychology, Positivity, is part of the latest search for happiness. I have encountered a few people who feel being told they must be positive all the time adds to their stress and therefore they feel less happiness. The percent of Americans who say they are happy is below 35%. And it doesn’t go up with income or living conditions. Most who say they’re happy mention the quality of gratitude being present in their lives and also being involved in helping others. For this reason, more women are happy then men. Women seem to be more interested in the subject of gratitude, and make up a huge proportion of those who volunteer, help in community projects and take an active role with children. This doesn’t mean men don’t, but when they do, they are honored greatly because they are such a minority. Most men volunteer in their business or fraternal organizations where networking has a concrete result. Happiness has NO relationship to seeking or achieving prosperity. Doing one’s work with gratitude, appreciating the relationships in your life, actually doing work you love are all meaningful in happiness. And it doesn’t cost any money! Reaching a place of stability in your income will help you be more content, and that is a part of happiness. But most research says the more “stuff” we have has no relationship to happiness. Looks like some good advice would be to go with the flow and not “pursue” happiness, but let it flow through relationships and work. So, don’t worry—be happy. I’ve heard that somewhere before, haven’t you?

The Emotions of Divorce/Poetry

2010-10-17T11:38:00.003-04:00

Photo by Catherine Tappouni Burkee

When two become one, moods go from stunned to sad to angry and then to the choice of moving on healthy or moving on damaged. This poem was written when I was looking at my moods and set them in poetic form. It seemed to be written to my mate, but was more self-talk then anything. If you are experiencing separation or divorce or betrayal of some kind, try writing. I guarantee you, it will help reveal your true feelings and being the healing. I'd love to hear back from you.

Strange Music

I can’t listen to Carly, Emmylou, Bruce,
or even
Elvis—his spirituals would make me cry, or worse, cast stones at God.
I am awash
in Pavarotti and Callas,
Butterfly
in her death scene.

My car ascends
the bridge,
open windows casting Verdi across the water like black pearls.

Ahead, lawyers are
waiting on the top floor of their pyramid,
permanent ink at the ready.
They are too clean, too crisply arrayed
for this tragedia.

Give me grand gestures,
spectacle worthy of thirty-eight years story and music

complete with a cast of thousands weddings, baptisms, funerals—breakfasts, lunches, dinners, banquets, PTA spaghetti suppers kisses—lovemaking in beds in winter on the floor in front of the fireplace in spring, on a blanket in the back yard, once accompanied by a howling cat on the wall once in a foreign country in a bathtub at 3 a.m. once, after a long drought at your sister’s, in a rest-stop with the baby asleep on the back seat, and once, in our 40s, at the beach where a cop shined his light on us, smiled and walked away—at least 20 photo albums worth of life—together—why do I think of this now when anger is a much more companionable emotion? Now you sleep with her, wherever—

It’s the same with my garden, you know.
Only orchids, bromeliads, vines lush with fushcia
petals feel at home.
Homely violets, daisies, even mums
part company with me in these days
of exotic drinks
laced with baritones hinting at homicide.

In place of doves, crows
haunt my porch, and so they should.
One taste of Wagner and they’ll feel right at home.

Believing in a Better World

2010-10-11T11:23:00.005-04:00

Musing, October 2010

Believing In a Better World

As we enter a new season, my happiness is overlaid with a melancholy brought on by so many problems in the human family. Young men committing suicide after being bullied; politicians throwing mud on each other until we can’t see who they are; people suffering from jobs lost, homes foreclosed; and, of course, the usual judgments about religion, sexual orientation and choice. How, in the midst of all of this, do we keep our focus on the positive? Also in my personal family, there have been deaths, illness, and challenges.
As I accepted these feelings of sadness being inevitable and also meaningful, I had the opportunity to study with some amazing women, bringing the sense of the feminine—the wholeness of all experience—into my days. This was followed by a weekend with my daughter in Charleston, where we were privileged to work with the incredible ageless Jean Houston (who is in her mid-seventies) and the energetic prescient ageless Barbara Marx Hubbard, who is now eighty. Being in their presence as they talked about the next evolution of our planet and our place in it was a gift beyond price. The wisdom and generosity of both women and the other presenters, and the group of women attending, put me back in my right place—my heart.
We are created in the image of the Divine, and as Jean says, “God is creating co-creators.” We are given the opportunity to co-create, with our creator, the way we want the world to be. Rather than finding the differences, we set an intention to find our similarities. They talked about Maslow’s belief that your vocation is self-actualizing, as in “your vocation is what wants to grow in you, not what’s wrong with you.” Depression—or sadness—is something revealing itself that wants to be expressed. What wants to be expressed in me is my belief that we must step back from accusing, bullying, ridiculing, attacking and believing we are better than others to the place of the heart, which is love. Seeing others as an opponent or less-then ourselves is outside of love. Only inclusion and empathy brings us inside love. As we approach the seasons of Thanksgiving and family, may we be aware of those who are outside of the circle of blessing and draw them in—with love.

EXCITING PROJECT COMING IN SEPTEMBER

2010-08-12T16:55:00.005-04:00

"Tapestry" is a new CD from Grammy nominee Michael Hoppe. He asked me to write a poem for each composition on the CD. The resulting booklet accompanies the CD along with photos by Michael's grandfather and an award-winning short movie featuring Michael's music called nous deux encore, an amazing love story. This is a jam-packed beautiful gift from the heart-spaces of a musician and poet that will make an amazing Christmas gift. You can buy it at my website www.IsisInstitute.org or it is available anywhere music is sold. I'd love to sign it for you, which I'll do if you go to my store on the webite and put in that you'd like a personal dedication. Blessings to all--co-creation is such a gift! Therese

Love or Lust?

2010-08-10T11:29:00.002-04:00

This, my friends, is a true musing. My dictionary say of musing; absorbed in thought; contemplative. Ah, so what could I be musing on that would stop you from doing what you’re doing—scrolling? writing?—and tune in to me? I hope it could be because I’ve had a breakthrough of sorts. I’ve been in an amazing eight week course and connecting with some of the wisest, funniest, most creative women on the planet. I began with “wisdom envy” and as we come close the end of the course, I have nothing but gratitude. It is so good for us to notice how connected we are in a world that tries desperately to divide us. I have written in the past, for those who are long time readers, about “us” VS “them”, but it was more than that. It was “You are alone here. Get used to it!” What I have learned in the past weeks is that we are connected in so many ways that I have to laugh at anytime I felt alone, and chalk it up to inexperience. Well, that’s not exactly it. I think I fell for the “Lonely Crowd” hype, one reason one should only go to college after 50! Those somber grey headed men I took classes from are partially responsible for the huge growth in people running to therapy in the 60s. Of course there were other contributing factors, but I remember being so depressed by the sociologically supported data that showed we were a world of lonely people unable to connect. I think these feelings of loneliness contributed to the marriage machine that sent co-eds off the deep end when a date turned out to be just that—a date. What? No proposal? Off we went, desperately seeking what? My guess is company, locked in for a lifetime, guaranteed. (Remember, these were the days when a man couldn’t run for president if he was divorced!) Now I don’t discount the lust/love factor. Many of us have tried to separate those two, but unless you were one of the amazing few who met their true soul mate at 17, lust was a contributing factor. Feelings not felt before; weakness in various body parts; the pitter-pat of the heart as “HE” rounded the corner; the electricity when his hand touched yours. What could this be but love? Well, these days, anyone 14 and over can explain the chemical formula. And yet, young women are still afraid to bond with other women because they are the competition and they can’t be trusted. I wish I could create a pill that would let them taste the beauty of women connected through energy and compassion. The true miracle is when friendship, respect and yes, love, arise in moments and last—however long they last. Feeling the support of others who have never met you but pledge to be part of the net of your life is not a chemical charge; it’s a gift that raises one to the heights of gratitude times ten. I have been given that gift from 1000 women spread across the globe, connecting on the website, e-mail and phone. I have been given the gift of understanding technology. When we connect through our writing or speaking our hearts, with no fear of judgment and no competition, it is a high equal to—well, whatever you consider a high. The sense of cooperation and the desire to help each other reach our highest potential through our passions is something I’ve only experienced once or twice in my life. I have been thinking about it a lot, and my musing led me to you. I send you each love, compassion, respect and support as you live your life.

Summer Before Spring

2010-06-18T12:38:00.003-04:00

In Florida, the heat has overwhelmed us--and the oil spill has devestated us. Again, I share with my friends that second of these things is the result of giving away our power. When we accept that "they" know what they're doing beacause if they didn't, someone would know, we have become children, deferring to our parents. Government and Industry--like BP--are too big to know what the left hand is doing while the right is paying us to be quiet. We must wake up and take back our right to look and say "who says?" "who knows?" "what side are they on?" The answer is usually, the side of profit. Profit is a great motivator and every company desires to have one--otherwise why be in business? But profit at the expense of our planet is in our face right now and Mother Earth is asking for us to use our brains and our hearts and come forward. Let's do this with love and faith in our fellow citizens, ignoring the strident self-serving monologues on talk radio, talk tv and Washington talk. We are better then this--we need to show it. Blessings to all on this journey.

Poem--Illinois, 1949

2010-05-29T15:51:00.001-04:00

Here's a poem--would love your comments!

Illinois Summer, 1949

July, 1949, and Mom’s in love with bluesy harmonica, the passion
of Bogart and Bacall—unaware of Bogey’s cancer growing in the dark.

Cornfields thirst in hundred degree temperatures, later drown
in the heaviest rains ever recorded. Tonight she doesn’t care,

ignores sweat slicking her neck, lifts arms like damp moth wings
into the languid Illinois air. Piaf sings La Vie en Rose and Mom

is dancing a slow sensual waltz on our patio, her nightgown liquid
around her ankles, cigarette tip a banked coal glowing against the sky.

I wonder if I dreamed the record player in the open window teetering
on the sill, worn needle skipping on the licorice-thick record,

that rich buttery French voice drifting into darkness. I did conjure
a harmonica, Dad crossing the yard, placing his hand on her waist.

Me and Green Awards

2010-05-29T15:31:00.003-04:00

Me and Green, the first book in the "Me and Green" series has received a finalist award in children's picture books from ForeWord Magazine's book of the year awards, and was the winner for environmental/green from the NIEA 2010 Book Awards (National Indie Excellence Awards). I'm hard at work on book two in the series for middle-grade readers, and am very excited to be exploring the work being done to return the rivers and everglades of Florida to a pristine state. Let me know what you think!

Joy and Grief Overlapping

2009-10-15T13:19:00.000-04:00

Joy and Grief Overlapping
It has been a month, or two, of contrasting emotions. The birth of a new book is a joy. The loss of a year’s worth of work in the business is a small grieving. Both have arrived on my doorstep at the same time. Me and Green, created for my daughter Mary’s business entity “Breaking Ground Education Services” with a significant contribution by my daughter Catherine is now in our hands. It’s a beautiful book, full of empowering information, ideas and projects for kids, their teachers and their parents.
The home of ISIS Institute in South Tampa had to be let go due to air quality issues, and we are in the process of moving without knowing where we will be next. Our plan is to work from home until the beginning of the year and re-access. With the issues, we were unable to have clients in for several months, creating some real stress in the income area! It isn’t that we’ve lost an office, it’s that the building embodied our dream for the ISIS Institute. Because of what we teach, we are now grieving the death of that particular dream as we look for the lessons in the loss. One lesson is clear: the dream is embodied in us, not in a building. We are getting to “this or something better” but are not there yet. My sons helped us move, which is a great gift.
So, overall, it’s obvious that the gains outweigh the losses. Then why am I feeling so blue? One of the things I teach in my classes is that, in the positivity ratio, it takes three positive thoughts to negate one negative thought. This process brought home the real-time results of the negative/positive facts. As we struggled with loss of business and dealt with the peripheral issues of landlord and future, lots of negative thoughts arrived. Negative thoughts are always happy to take up residence, multiplying like cancer cells. Questions such as: “If we’re doing all the right things, why aren’t we being successful?” spawn a plethora of negative beliefs we may have stored since childhood or even earlier. We forget to ask the real questions: “If this isn’t working, why not? Are we attempting something that the ego wants but is not quite what our soul’s purpose wants? Is there something we are missing in this whole situation?” Once we start to ask the soul’s questions, they are no longer negative—they are seeking to reveal to us our true purpose.
Once we have worked through the grief, whether it’s loss of a loved one, a marriage, or a job, and we are asking the proper questions, we are in a positive mode of growth and creativity. Then? We punt to the Universe. Today, as I write this, that is where I am. I’m not a great punter, but I’m getting better. Speaking of punting, happy Fall to all of you, wherever you are. Here in Florida we await our beloved winter, a time for introspection and planning for the new year. I absolutely love that feeling of expectation. This, or something better. Love, Therese

Me and Green is Here!

2009-10-15T12:42:00.002-04:00

I've written a new book for Mary's company's Education Services, run by Catherine, titled "Me and Green". It's for children, their parents and teachers, educating and entertaining while empowering children to be caretakers of Mother Earth. The last section is written by Catherine, a life-long Educator. She creates tools and exercises for teachers and parents in using the book with children. A labor of love for both Breaking Ground and me, we welcome the birth of the newest book in a life of sharing possibilities. Available next week on Amazon.com, at www.IsisInstitute.org and in bulk for schools and projects through catherine@breakinggroundeducation.com. To receive a book for review, contact me at ttappouni@aol.com

Let's Get Talking About the Ego!

2008-04-07T18:54:00.003-04:00

My latest "Musing" is up on www.IsisInstitute.org and in some of your mail boxes. I would love to hear from you with your comments, arguments, discussions and suggestions about the latest article and my newest book, "The Promise: Revealing the Purpose of Your Soul." Welcome aboard. Let's get talking! Blessings, Therese

More Pictures from Book Launch

2008-03-14T11:20:00.004-04:00

Photos from Nuance Gallery Book Launch

2008-02-29T18:08:00.004-05:00

Top: South Tampa Chamber of Commerce President Ron Sweet and his wife Nancy McDonald, with Nuance Galleries owner and host Robert Rowen

Below: Therese Tappouni and Lance Ware, enjoying the evening with Nancy McDonald.

Book Launch Huge Success!!

2008-02-28T16:45:00.002-05:00

February 22nd, a balmy Friday night in Tampa, Florida, saw a standing room only crowd at Nuance Galleries for the launch of my new book, The Promise: Revealing the Purpose of Your Soul. Poets Victoria Colhouer, Rhonda Nelson, Kathi Rudawsky, Gianna Russo, Therese Tappouni, Silvia Curbelo and Lance Ware entertained a group well fed and watered, thanks to sponsors Breaking Ground Contracting, Tappouni Mechanical Services and Catherine Burkee. It was a great way to honor National Poetry Month and our incredible writing community. If you missed it, we'll do it again sometime!

Walking in Your Truth

2008-02-23T23:02:00.004-05:00

Walking in your Truth is perfection and the way of the light. No one who walks this path is ever alone. Truth is the spark of all essence and essence is the spark of all Truth. The way to the Promise is by the way of the Truth.
--Jerome

This quote begins my book, The Promise: Revealing the Purpose of Your Soul, and is where we will begin, together, to find your Truth. The purpose of my blog is to reach out to those of you who are reading my book, or asking questions about the purpose of your life, and begin a dialogue. Join me on a journey that begins with your own inner knowing, and will expand to include all of those embarking on their own personal journeys at this time. I welcome you.

Therese