Who Do You Want to Bring to This Moment?

A quick post to talk for a sec about inspiration.

There are a lot of things said about inspiration. Here are my thoughts: The better we tune ourselves to aliveness, the more Inspiration we can “catch.” Second, the word is about breathing. And spirit. Third, having an Inspiration Mindset is about living this question. “Who do you want to bring to this amazing moment? Read more

Breaking the Family Commandments and Creating Anyway

This past week the loving Universe has conspired to bring me the perfect teachers and teachings. I talked about my fave astrologer and some of the other resources that are helping me lately in last week’s post. Add to them, dreams, random snippets of overheard conversations, and other serendipitous voices in the symphony that is my Universal newsfeed.

The Great Recalibration of 2017: Tell Your Story

Today’s post is directed to the women and men who are freaking out right now. If you are walking around in a state of perpetual high alert, with a heavy under-layer of gloom, this one’s for you. A dear friend who is having trouble functioning in the aftermath of the collective trauma that was the American election and its results brought it to my awareness that some of us are not having an easy time right now. I wanted to address that with what I know about healing and the tools I offer to my clients.

Part of the emerging consciousness of 2017 is to be aware of and practice respect for the realities other people are living. This is why I’m grateful to my friend for sounding the alarm that she needed help. It happens that I am not having trouble functioning right now. I’m now measuring my exposure to social media, taking extra care to get sleep, have cleaned up my diet, and am reaching out and connecting with people I care about. This seems to be what I need right now. I have some personal situations that are causing me anxiety, but I’d say they are no more stressful than what most people deal with who are living and breathing. (This will all change in an instant, which is why I post twice a week instead of once.) Read more

Where Your Creative Life Begins

Thanks to every one of my faithful readers who responded to my recent survey. I learned that many struggle with finding time to create and trusting themselves enough to actually do it. I also learned that nobody likes the word struggle. Into my third week of not writing anything but my weekly blog post and my morning pages, I was asked by my partner, “Are you on strike from writing?”

Well, hmmm. Striking is a way of saying I won’t go back on the job until my working conditions improve. Which is funny, considering I am the boss. Okay, so what exactly is going on? Easy. Fear. Fear of having a gaping silent blackness where ideas should be. Also fear of tapping into a live vein of creative gold and having to make good on my commitment to see it through to completion. Read more

Say it. Do it. Write it. Live it.

I was leaving my audiology appointment and remembered that I had brought in my stash of Soul Message cards, intending to give one to the receptionist. I wavered while the thought and feeling of being not good enough, in danger of being rejected, of offering something “stupid” and of no consequence welled up in me as I stood poised in the hallway. I could turn right and head toward the elevators or left to go back to the reception area.  Read more

9 Things To Do When Your Mind Is Trying To Kill You

With a little preparation and forethought, you can develop an effective personal toolbox for dealing with bouts of intense negative self-talk and the ensuing depression or anxiety. So get out your pen and paper–You’re about to create a strategy for when the Critic kicks into high gear.

1. Tell on it.

That evil voice inside your head thrives on secrecy. Everyone will think you’re crazy if you tell them you are obsessed with whether or not anyone loves you! First of all, you’re not telling everyone. You’re telling one or two cool people who know what you’re doing and why, and who are willing to admit that their mind occasionally tries to kill them, too. These same people will assure you that you’re not crazy, that they do love you, and will then invite you for an ice cream cone. Your task when you’re feeling fine? Identify who those trusted souls are, and write them down on your strategy list. Read more

Our Labors and Their Fruits

This early Spring, I planted all my saved seeds from seasons past, realizing they don’t gain in potency the longer I hang onto them. So, with the wrong pots, the wrong placements, the wrong everything, I flung seed into dirt. I even threw some out for the wildlife, up by the leach field. I made contributions to my wildflower backyard overgrowth. (This was before I transplanted milkweed from Massachusetts in a fit of monarch butterfly love.) It was just a couple of days of realizing I’d accumulated quite a lot of “maybe this and someday that,” and it was time to let go and take what came of it, including, most likely, nothing.

Instead of kale or beans, in the pots lining the edge of my garden here at camp, tomato plants sprang up. They must have been in the compost. The volunteer tomato I am sitting next to today has set fruits that won’t ripen before the end of summer. I contemplate its perfect, toothed leaves, green with purpose. I note the bees visiting from blossom to blossom. the fine fairs along its stem, its symmetry and stature–It is a perfect specimen. It doesn’t stop setting fruit and being green just because it got a late start. Read more

Remembering Layne Redmond

The following essay is from a blog series, 30 Days of Joy, now part of a book in progress, Juicy Joyful: How To Squeeze More Joy From Your Already Messy Life. I am using it as today’s blog post to honor the memory and living legacy of Layne Redmond, master frame drummer and pioneer in bringing the Middle Eastern style tambourine technique to the West, and to me and to my teachers here in Maine, in particular. Without Layne’s work, we would not have each other, the drums, the delicious frame drum community, or the rhythms and their magic in our lives. Layne died two years ago, leaving us to carry on the teachings and share the wealth we have inherited. Her book, When the Drummers Were Women, is a classic and must-read in the women’s spirituality movement and is still available. Namaste, Layne! We love you and miss you.

Drum Joy

My moment of clarity with drumming came years ago, listening to a friend in my living room playing an African rhythm on the djembe and singing. Something hit me about her making music with her body, a hollowed out tree, and a reverberant, taut animal skin. The rhythms were not directly translatable to my Western musical paradigm, but obviously had an internal order and sense that I could not quite penetrate by any means I possessed. I took in the whole experience of person, voice, hands and drum and said to myself, “I want to learn how to do that!” Read more