A word (or two) on faith...

I spent a little time channeling this morning after meditation and I decided to record it, instead of writing it. Even as I listen back, my fingers long to turn my voice into text and edit the bejesus out of this. I'm not going to do that, because that is what this is all about, handing over control to the powers that be. Annnnnnd, being okay with doing so. 

This is definitely a message for me, but maybe it's a message for you, too. 


96 words on anger management

Strip your mind clean of enemies, 
just call them people instead,
don’t offer them
the satisfaction of your anger
don’t let them feel your racing heart in their empty hands
don’t let them fill their voids
by creating one in you.

Love them instead.

Shower them with the blessings of the high heavens;
step out of your ancestors' matryoshka nest
and ask them to cradle these broken hearts instead.

Your fire is too precious to squander
in tugs of war not worthy of devotion,
love in God’s stead—
it’s precisely what you were born to do.

Flash cake and ice cream

I knew when I googled flash cake I would find just the sort of entertainment I was looking for...so here's a flash cake pop I found at Kara's Party Ideas, proof positive we should all party on.

I knew when I googled flash cake I would find just the sort of entertainment I was looking for...so here's a flash cake pop I found at Kara's Party Ideas, proof positive we should all party on.

I was in a text conversation with friends the other day and my iPhone took the liberty to autocorrect the words fucked up to flash caked, as if my mother is living inside my phone editing my potty thoughts as they leak out of the tips of my chubby little fingers, dear God.

Anyway, back to this riveting story. 

I hit send before I could correct the message. When I read what I sent, I cracked up—"That feels like a fitting end to a flash caked up nine-year cycle"—at first I couldn't understand the sentence, but as I allowed it to sink in I realized that it made said cycle sound pretty delicious. In fact, I can almost taste the sugar on my lips right now.

I was referring to the last nine years, which in numerology is considered one full cycle. This year is considered the first year of a new nine-year cycle. Of course, I didn't realize any of this until it was brought to my attention back in early December. When that happened? I realized that nine years prior, almost to the day, I was shot out of the cannon I sleepwalked into with a mind that was blown open by an explosive ride through a completely miserable, professional experience. It was the start to a very wild ride. 

And therein lies the reminder (and the blessing) that there are two sides to everything, hereafter referred to as fucked up and flash caked.

Consider this nine-year cycle I'm waxing on about:

Fucked up

Now let's consider what happens when those three things are:

Flash caked

See? Much better. More flash cake, please.

I don't really believe that anything is ever in vain unless you miss the markers, you know, fail to connect the dots along the way. Truthfully, even if you do fail at that a few times, it is impossible to fail at it f-o-r-e-v-e-r. Eventually the dots will roll toward you like giant boulders, or delightfully huge flash cake crumbs depending upon your outlook, and even if you are highly skilled in all matters of diversion you will eventually be forced to rise up from the bottom of either avalanche (obviously one being more pleasant than the other). 

It's just life, people. Mystery solved.

The way I see it, we all have the choice to see what's fucked up or notice what's flash caked. And I don't know about you, but I didn't really enjoy the plate of 2016 fuckedupness, so I'm going to order me some flash cake for this glorious FIRST year of the next n-i-n-e. 

Might I suggest you do the same? Let's go grab us some forks and ice cream...

Happy New Year

I stopped in the middle of the road to take a picture of this cloudless, ocean blue sky above me and that’s when I realized this year is off to a very good start. 

We don’t need to search for signs, sweet heart, we just need to see them.  Today is as good as any other day to start. Tomorrow works, too. 

May your days be happy, healthy, peaceful and pure.

Head North

When I started writing little love notes to myself back in 2010 I didn't really understand how it would change my life. 

I didn't realize the power of my words. I didn't know that writing one sentence could reel in more joy. After all, it takes so little effort to pen one positive thought a day. Shouldn't the road to joy be a little more work? Isn't happiness on the other side of a very high mountain? And how, in God's name, can writing one little positive sentence help you hang on to bliss indefinitely?

My experience with this process has very slowly, but surely, rewired my brain. I'm not saying that I'm floating on a cloud 24/7 (I'm not) or that I don't experience things I'd rather not experience (I do). What I am saying though is that this process of writing a love note has helped me tap into my own power, it reminds me (daily) that I am in charge of orchestrating my own happiness and it helps me stay connected to the Universe in a way that is just lovely (and often surprising). In essence, it keeps my head aligned with my very own North. 

I want you to experience this for yourself in 2017 so I created a little love note package for you to give it a go. You can check it out here. There are 12 tiny notes a feather pen and a set of really easy instructions that will take you all of five minutes (or less) to follow. I think you'll be surprised by the way your seemingly random words carry you through the new year. In fact, I promise you will. 

Wishing you a sweet and peaceful holiday and a blessed new year.