Ask your business/product/service/artwork if it has a message or a gift to give you. Receive it. Notice how you receive it.

Ask your business/product/service/artwork if it has a message or a gift to give you. Receive it. Notice how you receive it.
Sometimes, at the start of your journey, all you may have in your inventory to “sell” is passion. And sometimes, that’s enough to open doors. If you’re loving what you do and believing that it’s going to make a positive difference in people’s lives–whether it’s your wedding photography, your coaching methodology, or your zero point energy invention, then, you my friend, are ahead of the game…
A drunk bum on the corner of Vaness & Market told me all I needed to know about parenting: Never, ever lie to them. It teaches them to lie.
Every new year some words choose me, like a magic spell to be cast on the year ahead. This year’s ensemble showed up as it’s own little poem of truth: Pure Love Innovates…
Even as a well-intended social pleasantry, “Sorry, I’ve been busy,” has a little victim ring to it. Whatever is on your plate got there because you said yes to it–in the fullness of ambition and desire and wanting to eat life whole…
Before we spiritualize and shellac the error of our ways, it’s incredibly useful to put our faux pas under the microscope. It’s liberating. It’s grown up. It’s dignified. And best of all, once you see your mistakes for what they are–you are more certain to good and truly move on…
Knowing what does not work for you is a powerful tool for creating more of what does work for you. Measuring positive feelings against negative feelings is one of the constructive ways to use comparison, and it’s a great way to tune into our deeper truth…
Remember that a little theatre goes a long way, but you still need to show up on stage as the real you. And when you do, applause will follow.
I used to have intense guilt for craving creative freedom–and then life forced me to go solo and I learned in one fell swoop that my guilty craving was a very divine calling–with all the rewards I was hankering for. Enough with feeling guilty for wanting to feel the way you want to feel…
It is easy to understand how you would come to the conclusion that your path to feeling good is through influencing or controlling the behavior of others. But…
Consider that you radiate. At all times. Consider that what you’re feeling right now is rippling outward into a field of is-ness that anyone can dip their oar into. You are felt. You are heard. You are seen. If you were not here, the world would be different. Because of your presence, the universe is expanding…
You’re one in a about six and half billion. A speck. A blink in the eye of God. A nano micro weeny zip in the eons of time and vastness of space. No one’s happiness really depends on you–no one’s. People can take care of themselves like they always have. How does it feel to consider that?…
You know Gretchen, right? She’s got one of the most popular blogs going, The Happiness Project. She’s classy and warm-hearted, and her work is helping people to not just consider being more happy, but to actually do something about it…
Even if you intensely do not want to turn into your mother, there’s something beautiful about her that also lives in you. Whether it’s country clubs or country music that makes you want to hurl, there’s something about growing up in a radically different scene that’s added to your street smarts, your grace, your grit…
We believe in the divinity of the suck factor. It’s an implicit, and lived, and affirmed understanding: that the universe trades up.
We feel rich with gratitude, we’re keenly aware of a true smile curled in our cells. We tend to live on the light side of things. But we don’t pronounce it.
Imagine a D-I-Y erotica degree based on the awareness of energy and breath and physiology and bliss. Where would you begin to look for knowledge? What would it take to earn and A++?
This is as inspiring as any Broadway musical I’ve seen. It’s so damn SWEET, I got weepy through the giggles.
I dream of children being taught mindfulness in school, and a movement of conscious birth choices and parenting, and technologies that heal.
Each one of my soul sisters was love and bad laughs at first site. My best clients began with amazing conversations in bars and at conferences.
So next time your mother is a bit… well, you know how she gets. Or your typically grouchy neighbor is a grouch. Or…
When you aim to shine, life pays proper attention to you–and that includes your lover boy (or girl.) And lest you think I’m taking the feminist movement back two decades, know that I expect that same Look Fine Commitment from my dude. He knows that his chances of getting lucky increase with spicy cologne and a pressed linen shirt. Even June Cleaver would swoon.
That uncomfortable silence after a friend has told you his bad news or a rant of how overwhelmed she is. Break ups and broken arms and melt downs. Even for our best friends we don’t always know what to say or do to make it better. We fumble to fill the space with salving words, or sometimes worse, with solutions. When really, all we need to do is ask…
His mind is like a kaleidoscope of solutions and problems and questions.
“Tell me the truth, Frank, we used to live by it. And you know what’s so good about the truth? Everyone knows what it is however long they’ve lived without it. No one forgets the truth Frank, they just get better at lying.”
One of my wisest friends figures that it took about thirty years for him and his wife to simply be nice to each other. Now there is a euphoria in their familiarity.
Before you were told you were the runner up, and before you concluded that you needed improving upon, the original, gloriously sensational You was there.
I traveled a lot of miles, with a bag full of Big Questions to bring to the sanctuary of the Christ in The Desert Monastery. Me, in my well-abused rental car and straw hat, ready for a cosmic breakthrough, I wanted some divine answers, dammit. I hoped to hear something omniscient and awe-inspiring by the cemetery overlook, or to find an eagle feather on my canyon hike. Maybe a coyote or a monk would cross my path just when I asked my heart-bleeding question and that would be my Big Sign…
Our hearts are the altars. Our days, when lived awake, are another chance to know the joys of what matters most.
Great. Just what I want… to go camping in the same vicinity as some yahoos with a Winchester in their cooler.