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Friday, May 30, 2014

A Love Letter to All of You

This past weekend I had the pleasure of being with an outstanding group of creatives, innovators, thought leaders and radiant people.  We played, we hiked, we engaged with each other.

What I’ve expressed below is inspired through these people, our gathering, and the time we had together.
  

I stand amongst you beautiful human souls
Of all shapes, sizes, colors and backgrounds.
And I love you. 
Instantly.

I want nothing from you.
Your presence is enough.
And I love you.

All I see is your beauty. 
I bask.
And I love you.

I look into your eyes, into the depths of your soul.
It’s not demons that I see.
Only magnificence.
The raw truth of who you are.
And I love you.

What you perceive as flaws, shames or defeat,
Are what makes you beautiful – beauty marks…power lines.
And I love you.

The shadows behind your eyes appear to me as sparkling lights.
I see you.
And I love you.

Your accomplishments are stunning, impressive and fascinating.
And I celebrate with you, but not for the reasons you think…
They tell me about you, about the depths of your desires and what you care about.
And I love you.

When you’re rude, or short with me,
I love you.

When you lash out with words,
Or ignore me with your silence,
I love you.

When you tantrum and shout,
I love you.

There’s nothing you can tell me about yourself that I will not love.
I love you.

Let your walls fall.
Melt away your guardedness.
I love you.

I understand where you’ve been.
I know where you’re going.
I see your beauty and your depth.
I love you.

We look into each other’s eyes and dance with our souls.
We play, along our road to discovery of each other.
We are not so different, but same.
I love you.

Receive this love that I have for you.
Bask in it.
Bathe in your rightness.
I love you.

Breathe it in until you feel the depths of my appreciation for you,
Accept your perfection,
And the love I have for you for being exactly as you are.
I love you.

You…are remarkable.

And I love you.

This is my fourth post as part of the #braveblogging project from Makenessmedia.com


Friday, May 23, 2014

The Universe Does not Speak Squeak

“Can you bring me my milk”?  Franki asks as I’m doing dinner prep.  I respond with, “soon honey”.  A few minutes and what feels like seconds later she inquires, “Can you please bring me my milk”?  (She thinks that by saying please that’ll speed up the process.  I reply with, “soon honey”.  And since apparently I was taking too long to bring her some milk please, she said, “but I said, “please”.  My last response to her was, “I heard you the first time, luv”.

Now imagine that you’re the one repeatedly asking the question, “can you bring me (fill-in-the-blank-for-that-thing-you-want)”, and the Universe is the one responding with, “I heard you the first time, luv”.

The very first time you ask, the Universe, whether you know it or not, says, “yes”!  You don’t ever need to check again to see if your milk’s been delivered.  It’s on its way.   You don’t need to ask again or add “please” just to cover your ass and make nice.

The Universe doesn’t care if you say please, beg, plead, need, or say wham-bam-thank-you-mam.

You could use every sweet word you like, but if you feel impatient, irritated or even discouraged because your milk hasn’t shown up, what you really mean is, “when will my milk come? I guess I don't deserve it".  Or,
"where the hell is my milk?!?  Somebody should get on that right now.  Where’s my milk?  My milk isn’t here. It's not here.  I need my milk and it's not here! What’s taking so looooooong”?

The more you plead, beg, squeal, screech, yelp, peep, the more you repel the very thing(s) you say you want because what you mean is more about noticing what you haven’t got yet, so the Universe responds to that.

The Universe responds to what you mean, not to the words you use.

Which means, if you pay attention to how you feel when you use your words, you’ll know what you mean.

You can’t cover up with words how you really feel.

If that’s what you really mean, that’s what the Universe responds to, and that's what you keep getting...no matter how badly you want or need something or anything.

And if you wake up every morning to check if it’s happened yet,  remind the Universe about what you said you wanted, or whine louder for it your actions are also backing up what you mean.

The Universe does not speak squeak.

When you doubt, worry, complain, feel impatient, or when you criticize those who have the thing you want, you assure the absence of what you want because you're doing the opposite of expecting it.

You expect your head to be right where you last left it, don't you?  Or do you need to keep checking?  Do you keep asking for it to be where you want it?  You don't worry that it won't be there tomorrow morning when you wake up, do you?

So if there's something you want that isn't coming pay attention to your propensity of thoughts around it.  How do they feel when you think them? Can you find a way to feel better - worry less, doubt less, feel slightly more hopeful? Can you distract yourself from your awareness of the absence of something you want so that you notice less that's it's not there?

All of your requests are received.  What you want is already in-the-works.  It's done. Your head is on, your milk is ready to drink.

All that’s left to complete the picture is for you to expect it.

"I heard you the first time, luv".

Friday, May 16, 2014

The Story of the Almond Butter

I twisted open the lid on the jar and the almond butter heaved as if releasing a sigh, relieved to be opened.  I’m sure it wanted to cry tears of joy, it was so happy.

I just made that story up in my own little head.  It’s what I observed, and proceeded to create a little twist of a story around, yes, a jar of almond butter.

While that was harmless and mildly amusing, I’m sharing it to make a point about the stories we tell, the elaborations we make, and the details we add that must just be “true” as we sift through the creations of our lives through the perspectives that we hold. 

How often do you just make shit like that up?  Weave a story around what someone said, or around their behavior toward you or someone else.  You make stories up about rightness and wrongness and what they must be thinking or feeling, or why they’re not doing what you want them to do, or why they’re doing what you don’t want them to.  You add personality traits in there and throw in a few expletives and end it all with an exclamation point.  Or maybe a question mark.

You look for agreement, you look for rightness, you look for justification and validation.  You look for some sense of why you have no money in the bank or why someone didn’t call you back or why they responded in the way that they did.

You may be right and you may be justified and everyone you talk to may agree with you.  In fact, you’ll likely find people who have similar stories to tell.  Your perspective is valid…for sure…but the question is, do you want to keep telling that or those stories therefore endlessly perpetuating how you feel about those things or people you’re telling stories about? 

Because the stories you tell - truth, fact, or fiction, affect you right now.  Whether what you’re talking or thinking about is your “actual” reality or is what happened recently or in times past; how you tell your story and what you tell is creating your present and laying ground for things to come. 

You don’t have to downright tell fibs about what happened or what-is, and you certainly don’t have to cover up how you really feel.  But…. It would serve you well to make a decision that you’re going to at least give-a-go at telling a story that at the very least, leans you into a softer or better-feeling place. 

Your stories don’t have to be static...you're making them up.  You have creative control.  Stories can and do evolve and become and change into different ones. 

You tell stories all day long…about everything. 

My kids are… (cooperative, lovely, monsters, irritating)
My job is…(awesome, it sucks, I hate it, the best ever)
My childhood was…(happy, downright shitty, playful)
My employees are…(great people, brilliant, trustworth, unreliable, annoying)
I feel guilty because…(I’m not always patient with my kids, I don’t call my family)
The government is…(doing the best that it can with what it’s got, trying to control us, horrible)
No one understands…(me, us, them, what I want)
I feel ….(insert here a way you consistently feel the same way about something because you keep telling the same story about it)


Things happen.  You live through stuff.  You move through time.  You learn, you expand. Maybe what-was is what-was, but you do get to reach for a different perspective about it, and when you do, that different perspective lets you form new stories. 

The stories you tell keep a perspective active within you, which means if it’s active within you, you’ll gather more stories that feel similar to that.  If the stories you tell feel good and rewarding and life-giving, keep telling them and improving them.  The lengths of which you can feel good are endless.  If the stories you tell evoke blame, anger, resentment, righteousness, guilt,…you get the picture…you could decide if this is what you want to keep weaving.  So either stop telling it completely, tell it less, or, just make it feel a wee-bit better than the version you’re used to.

It’s going to feel awkward and you may feel compelled to add details that justify your version.  Try, at least try…not to do that.  Do something different and tell a whole other story about something else instead.  Or go to sleep. 

Why?  For your benefit.  When you hold someone else responsible for the way you feel, you don’t use the power you were born with.  When you feel however you feel, take the credit.  It’s much more powerful that way because you can do something about how you feel.  You often can’t do anything about what someone else is doing or saying. 

Tell the story of your life that you want to live.  Tell the stories that feel good.  The stories that don’t feel good, tell less often and over time, you’ll be less inclined to tell them at all.  Tell stories about almond butter, and tell stories about your kids that enhance your sense of well-being and love.  Tell stories of what you want to create and live vs. what you’ve got that you don’t like. 

You’re going to tell stories; we all do, all day long.  Decide to sift through your book of stories and pluck out the best feeling ones and keep telling them until you find yourself having more and more good stories to tell.  

And in the interim, tell harmless stories about almond butter. 

Your life changes according to the stories you tell, almond butter and all.  


This is part of the #braveblogging project from makenessmedia.com.  No gimmicks, no upsells, no tactics.  


Tuesday, May 6, 2014

How Big Is Your Brave?

Has there ever been a time when you didn’t say what you wanted to say?  Are there times when you’ve refrained from expressing what was in your heart and meaningful to you?  Are there times when you don’t write the blog you really want to write?

We all have internal voices that sometimes scream louder than our next door neighbor.  They might sound something like this:

It’s not important
It’s going to push too many buttons and I want to keep the peace
Who cares about what I have to say
Lots of other people have said the same thing
But my blog isn’t about this subject
My website is about something different
I don’t want other people’s opinions
It’s too complicated
No one will understand
It’s not relatable
I’m not good enough
What will other people think

…feel free to add to this list.  There’s a familiar space in your head that these voices reside in and they can contradict what you really want to say and do until you decide to start shifting your perspective about what you want to express in whatever your inspired way of expression is.

It started months ago when I noticed that I wasn’t writing.  I really wanted to but… I really wanted to, but…
I was putting other things ahead of my writing and finding reasons not to do the very thing that I really wanted to do. 

Why? 

Because I was opposing my desire to share my deepest ideas with thoughts that ring the tone of the ones I noted above.  And, I also believe that my ideas are not always mainstream, which at times keeps me from expressing them unless you’re asking.

Then, Illana Burk of Makeness Media landed in my inbox appealing to my desire to write with her latest, “The Bravery Blogging Project”. 

She’s challenging herself and other bloggers for the next six weeks to get our ideas out; to create and publish “real, original, difficult content”.  To share what we’re not seeing others teach, our real-life stories and our unique perspectives.

And as Illana suggests, “our clients hear our best and most brilliant ideas and it’s time to get them out”.

What I’ve realized because of her call to the Bravery Blogging Project is that as I continue to refrain from expressing my ideas, I’m not serving those that I could help.  If only one person gets something out of a perspective I’ve offered, that’s got to be good enough.  Not only that, but if *I* get something in terms of feeling fulfilled, satisfied or expressed through writing, my writing has served a really good purpose.  It reminds me why I started writing in the first place.  It’s never been about the “likes” or the followers for me, although it brings me much pleasure when I know someone’s enjoyed what I’ve written.

For me, writing is personal.  And when someone disagrees with my point of view, it can muddy up the waters.  Because my expression was never meant to be a challenge to, or disagreement, with someone’s beliefs.  It’s an opinion; a suggestion to think about and simply that….

I thrive on offering perspective that puts the power back in your hands.

What I know for sure is that when I write for my clients, I write clearly.  I write what I know.  When I write for a broader audience, I’m aware of wanting to please too many people and make my words more palatable to the majority. 

Kept on the inside, my shadow wins and I refrain from expressing what I know.

I’m accepting Illana’s challenge and joining the “.  I challenge you to join in if you’re a writer, or want to be one. 

The Bravery Blogging Project

Illana’s project has inspired my challenge you:

Say what you mean and mean what you say

– when you think, when you speak, when you write.  Say it with integrity and alignment with who you are.  And be proud of your opinions.

You can start speaking up. 

I want to know how big your brave is.  Feel it.  Speak it.  Be it.

Stop your tongue holding.  Tell your truth – whatever it is.
The cage you live in with your truths is one imposed by you, on you.


…how big is your brave?