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Good Listens While Road Trippin'

It's that time of year again. The time of year when my fellow television carnies and I hit the road for another basketball season. We crisscross the country like gypsies and, instead of brightly covered wagons, our modes of transportation are gray and drab planes, trains and automobiles. I'm currently wedged into a gray stifling tube flying from Memphis home. Travel can be weather-tedious these next couple of months.( Stay out of Philly!!)  And, there's no better way to pass the time than with a good podcast. Whether you want to learn, escape, or be spiritually piqued, it's a wonderful way to pass the time. Don't know where to start? I gotcha. I asked some of my fellow Mavericks what their favorite podcasts were, and compiled a list for you to peruse and enjoy. Without further adieu and in no particular order:

The RobCast https://robbell.com/portfolio/robcast/

My go-to for a Spiritual fix and weekly sermon. My 'road church.' His biography says, Rob Bell is a former pastor. Once a pastor, always a pastor,  albeit a surfing one. Rob gives the best podcast sermons - it's always relevant to what's going on in the world and he can turn a phrase with the best of them. He is also an author, has toured with Oprah and, in 2011, Time Magazine named him one of the 100 Most Influential People in the World. Take a listen and find out why. Love love love this.

Modern Love  http://www.npr.org/podcasts/469516571/modern-love

Modern Love riffs off the popular New York Times column. With gloriously rich readings by celebrities and updates from the essayists themselves, you will fall in love at first listen. Seriously. 

Here's The Thing with Alec Baldwin http://www.wnyc.org/shows/heresthething

Confession: I have always loved Alec Baldwin. But the road warrior cynic in me doubted his interviewing skills. Wrong-o.  Here’s The Thing is "a series of intimate and honest conversations with artists, policy makers and performers – to hear their stories, what inspires their creations, what decisions changed their careers, and what relationships influenced their work." You will feel like the ultimate eavesdropper, and be oh-so-happy you did. 

Serial  https://serialpodcast.org/

If you love investigative journalism, you will love this! Season 2 captivated me as it meticulously combed through the complicated story of Bowe Bergdahl, the Army soldier who deserted his post and was captured by the Taliban. Riveting.

Revisionist History  http://revisionisthistory.com

Author Malcolm Gladwell (who wrote Outliers and The Tipping Point) hosts a mesmerizing and quirky podcast that will leave you with many eyebrow-scrunching moments. Each episode begins with an inquiry about a person, event, or idea, and proceeds to question the received wisdom about the subject. If you like clever and no bullshit, this one's for you.

You Made It Weird with Pete Holmes  https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/you-made-it-weird-with-pete-holmes/id475878118?mt=2

I don't even know how to describe this one. Star of HBO's Crashing, Holmes interviews comics, athletes, singers and spiritual gurus. The conversations are in-depth and lengthy, covering everything from comedy to religion, spirituality and death, and - a personal favorite - the hardest time you ever laughed. If you only listen to one episode, PLEASE listen to his interview with Patrick Walsh.  http://youmadeitweird.nerdistind.libsynpro.com/patrick-walsh The Chicken.

You. Will. Cry.

 Recommendations that I have not yet listened to but definitely on my bucket list: 

Dirty John  http://wondery.com/wondery/shows/dirtyjohn/

Missing Richard Simmons  https://www.missingrichardsimmons.com

 Stay Tuned with Preet  https://www.npr.org/podcasts/551791730/stay-tuned-with-preet

CBS Eye on College Basketball  https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/cbssportscom-eye-on-basketball-podcast

 

Please drop me a line and let me know if you have other suggestions to share. Comments always welcome! 

 

xoxo

Lori

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Letting Go

Fall pointedly shows us how to let go. As one season ends and another begins, Nature shifts and restructures and hunkers down for the inevitable change. Brilliantly colored leaves gloriously decorate spindly tree limbs, and slowly, with the kiss of a breeze, reluctantly release and float effortlessly to the ground. Stubborn leaves cling for dear life, and Mother Nature, instead of whispering on the wind, determinedly becomes the ultimate blowhard and forces the issue. LET. GO.

Why do we hold onto things that no longer serve us?  

Because change is hard. There is safety in the known, even if it impedes our growth. We stay in the uncomfortable because we are afraid to feel anything that makes us feel...well...uncomfortable. Know what happens then?  

We get what we tolerate.   

I had this conversation with my friend, Dr. Melody Moore, a couple of months ago in a cozy southwest-decorated room in Taos, New Mexico. I pointedly asked the good doctor: 'When things turn to shit, how do we know it is time to move on?' Without skipping a beat, she said:

'As soon as you realize it’s shit.'

So brilliant in its simplicity that it bears repeating: 'as soon as you realize it's shit.'

I'm not telling you it will be easy. It won't be. Doing our work is really hard. I will tell you that it will be worth it.

So where to begin? 

 

 

 

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Simplify. Get organized. Do the small tasks, the minute tasks, easily accomplished, and build upon that.

Sift through your soul and see what is resonating in your life. Note what isn't.

Make lists. It's a visual reminder of what needs to be done.

Talk to your inner circle. Get a second and third opinion and be open to new ideas and options.

Make a move. Never let uncertainty, uncomfortable-ness and 'the shit' deter you from being who you are meant to be.

Think of it as the Universe nudging your soul, and your soul pointing you in another direction.

 

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So Embrace the new season.

Embrace change.

Let go of anything that no longer serves you.

And watch and listen to Mother Nature, she has it right.

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Urban Decay

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Urban Decay

 

I have been thinking a lot about communication these past few weeks. How we communicate, what we communicate, and how different words can mean different things to different people. How words can be so achingly beautiful and welcoming and yet at other times be used as weapons to deliberately hurt people. These blog ideas started to get unwieldy, so I am going to break them up into separate blogs.

Communication Part 1:

It all started a couple of weeks ago when I met Jem, a super smart twenty-something with long blonde hair and old soul blue eyes.  Jem oozes a quiet self-confidence as she glides around a room. She isn’t one of those women that instantly commands attention, that’s not her style. But Jem subtly owns it as soon as she quietly takes it all in.  She's a Buddhist and a student pastor for believers and non believers alike. She is one of those people you just want in your circle. Someone you would ride or die for.

Her vernacular is scattered with colorful colloquialisms.... did I mention she's super smart and never throws shade

Yeah, I had to look that one up too. The Urban Dictionary now sits right next to Webster's on my desktop, in app form of course. I am learning a new language that I'm tentatively navigating. It incorporates more slang and less use of $5 words. It's a bit campy, usually lit, and terribly entertaining when it's properly used and easily rolled off the tongue.

I'm learning a lot. While those in the over-40 crowd have a tendency to be verbose, Gen-Xers, millennials and the younger-not-yet-named generation do not. They speak in short, catchy phrases that twist traditional meanings into hipper, initially unintelligible quips that soon become mainstream once it hits the masses. Welcome to  the new normal. Voila, a new form of communicating.

Word.

Isn’t that the way it historically goes? Each generation cyclically turns a phrase to make it theirs, to subtly set them apart from their parents and grandparents. When we do this,  we unintentionally (or intentionally) cause a breach, and this breach makes it really hard to successfully communicate in our melting pot of a country.

We should strive for a common language for all of us to use.  Embrace our differences, use them to our advantage and make a new hipster language for everyone to understand. Kind and compassionate can be the underlying base.   Squad Goals

 

In a perfect world, yes. But we are not perfect. Check out what’s happening in our country right now.…That is a perfect seque into part 2….

 

 

ps Thank you Jem, for being an inspiration. You truly are a gem, no matter how you spell it. xoxo

 

Squad Goal

(skwäd/ɡōl) (noun) (plural noun: squad goals): an inspirational term for what you’d like your group of friends to be or accomplish. Used best when placed at the end of a directional statement.

throw shade

to talk trash about a friend or aquaintance, to publicly denounce or disrespect. When throwing shade it's immediately obvious to on-lookers that the thrower, and not the throwee, is the bitcy, uncool one

campy

Camp (n.) and Campy (adj.): Being so extreme that it has an amusing and sometimes perversely sophisticated appeal. Over the top and farcical, intentionally exaggerated so as not to be taken seriously. 

lit

When something is turned up or popping ...

 

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The Whispers of the Southwest

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The Whispers of the Southwest

 

This Northeastern girl is in constant motion. Movement is my meditation (or so I tell myself.) My Mom used to call me a 'runner'…not only in the true physical definition of the word, but a mental runner. I flit from place to place, never quite landing anywhere, one step ahead of my psyche.  I’m trying to change that. Settle in, stay put, dig deeper, share and feel.

 

I am currently in Taos, New Mexico at a writing retreat. Shhh....it's writing time. The silence is deafening. I'm sitting in a tree-canopied courtyard where the sun dapples over the uneven cobblestones and brightly painted tiles.  Butterflies lazily float from flower to flower-the ultimate flitters- in search of sweetness. Colorful ceramic chickens and roosters are silently perched above me, the Southwest’s version of garish gargoyles.   

There’s not a cloud in the bright blue sky and the breeze caresses my skin almost sensually. To my left is a statue of St Francis, who is stoically holding court, silently offering water from a bowl he tirelessly holds. Time stands still here.  Yet my busy brain keeps returning to this question:

Is there anything more frightening to a runner than having to slow down? Because you know what happens then, right?

 

You. Are. Seen.

 

And there it is.

 

Like a deer in the headlights. Frozen. Stuck to the spot by fear. Seen. Stupid Southwest time warp.

I inhale deeply and try to noisily exhale, but the air comes out as a soft sigh. I grab some much needed water to ease the altitude-induced ache behind my eyes.  I try to take it all in. The beauty in the simplicity. I let the feelings of inadequacy and restlessness wash over me and slowly dissipate. I come from a place of feeling as opposed to doing. I start to make notes.  I listen. And I begin to hear what the Southwest whispers.

And just like that…there it is.

 

  'Take it all in. It’s ok to slow down.  Savor the silence. It will feed and salve your soul.  It will open up the logjam of creativity. Feel the energy of this part of the country beneath your feet. How does it resonate? Does it not feel familiar?’ the land whispers into my ear via the breeze.

 'Same yet different', I whisper back.  'The underlying current is eerily familiar, but the dusty red dirt and mountainous terrain? Oh so different.'

‘SAME.’ The whisper insists. ‘It’s all the same.’

We are all the same.

No matter where we live, what we do, what we look like on the outside…it’s the same on the inside.  That’s why there’s a familiarity to it all, a sense of home.

As I settle into my surroundings, I can breathe easier. I soften my edges, lean into my spirit. I close my eyes and listen again.

The Southwest seeps into my Northeast soul and wisely shares this knowledge:

We are all bundles of insecurity and self doubt. Terrified about things that are unfamiliar. We all struggle, period.  We all experience fear. We must know it’s ok. It’s part of what makes us human.

We all feel it. 

Because we all feel. We all vibrate with the same emotions, the same energy.  

Because we are human, and because we are One.

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PROGRESS

PROGRESS

Kerri Walsh Jennings and I have a couple of things in common.

We are both tall.

We both live on the coasts of the US: Kerri on the west coast, me on the east. 

We are both Lululemon ambassadors.

She's a professional volleyball player who loves her sport. 

I am...not... but I  love sports. 

OK, so maybe we don't have a TON in common. But she recently said something that struck a chord:

She doesn't want to be perfect.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQLVbhHsHv4

 

Me? I'm looking for progress, not perfection.

 

I preach it in my classes. A student wrote it on her mat. It's one of my mantras. Trying to achieve perfection is a total waste of time and energy. Perfection is elusive, usually unattainable and definitely not sustainable. 

It's much more interesting to look for the seemingly minute gains that creep up on you. A work task gets a little easier, a bike ride a little longer, a back-bend a bit bendier. It's about having the self-discipline to keep showing up in the world, every day,  and trying. 

I walked the Camino last year....156 miles in 9 days. Near the end, I saw this sign: 

I'm not here to get to the goal. 

I'm here to do every single step. 

Progress.

Not perfection.

On point.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Opportunity

Opportunity

Opportunity is a funny thing. It can send you over the moon or kick you in the butt. 

So what do you do? Grab at it no matter what? Balk in indecision or fear and walk away? Or, do you mull it over, see if the opportunity is right for you, then decide? 

My usual M-O was to do the former. Leap, and the net will appear. Well, sometimes it didn't, and I spiraled in a free fall, frantically grasping at anything to break my fall. 

I perseverated into the wee hours of the morn over decisions that I should have thought out with my heart and soul, instead of out of fear of missing out or disappointing someone. Professionally. Personally. I was putting the best for others ahead of what was best for me. Thinking of others and never asking myself what I wanted or needed.  I found solace and twisted redemption by silently placing blame on circumstances or the opportunity itself. That didn't feel right either. So, I'd lay low for a bit, pull myself up by my bootstraps and then, well, suck it up and move on.  Soul singed but a bit wiser.

Hey, at least I tried.

Well....yes and no. Follow your gut. There's a reason an opportunity doesn't feel right. 

 You know what else I've realized?

Screw the ideas of fear and failure. 

I used to jokingly say that fear and failure were my best motivators. That is a sad statement and no way to live.  You need to take an opportunity for the right reasons. Sometimes you will succeed, and sometimes you won't. 

REPLACE FEAR WITH FAITH.

Live in integrity with an opportunity. Integrity is, according to Dr. Melody Moore, when what you feel, say, do and think are in alignment so you are less reactive. It is okay for an opportunity to come along that is not right for you. You are not obligated to take it. Conversely, If an opportunity arises and it feels right in your gut and Soul, go for it. 

I have tried this and it has blossomed in ways I could only dream about. Opportunities to teach workshops, assist for amazing local, national and international teachers, and integrate my writing into my yoga practice and classes. Exploring avenues in television work. Taking a leap of faith in myself and saying yes to a writing workshop in Taos (which, by the way, scares the bejeezus out of me in a really good way).  The right opportunities beget additional right opportunities. 

Fear is not a motivator, my Maverick friends, it is a liar and a trickster. It makes up stories. Faith, on the other hand, is your steady and true companion. 

Opportunity in integrity puts you in alignment.

You do You. 

For You.

And that's the best reason of all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Role Model

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Role Model

I am not a role model. 

I repeat.

I. am. not. a. role. model.

Last night two of my favorite people in the world got into a heated discussion about role models. For them, role models are admired because they look and act differently, thus making it okay for every little girl to feel great in their own skin. I was then asked who was my role model when I was growing up. 

My mind went blank. And silent. And empty.

I didn't have one.

I slightly panicked as they pressed.

And then my heart sank as my favorite little one in the whole world told me I was her role model.  

What. The. Fuck.  

It took me 24 hours to regain my composure. One of those peeps joined me on a really long car ride to New Jersey the next day. I thought we would sing and laugh and talk soccer. I was so caught up in my own damn head that I had shut down and couldn't snap out of it.

These beautiful and wonderful women have no idea that I didn't feel comfortable in my skin for a really long time. I made a lot of mistakes. I grew up in an era of learning the hard way. There were no role models. There were no women doing what I wanted to do. No parents that were in my chosen field. I didn't think about it, never considered not trying, I just got shit done. I was lucky enough to earn opportunities that sometimes took me in way over my head. Sometimes I struggled in the water. Sometimes I swam effortlessly. I never drowned.  

I am not a role model.

I am a survivor. 

No one sees that for just about every success I had, there was a ton of hard work, angst, frustration, and sleepless nights. And failure. The feelings of not being worthy, of being a fraud, overwhelmed me at times. No one saw that. Well, maybe one boyfriend who looked down at me as I lay on the kitchen floor in a tired, panicked moment of self-doubt. He told me to suck it up.  (Note: Don't EVER say that to anyone. It does NOT motivate.)

I am not a role model.

I am a grinder. I learned at the school of hard knocks.  I worked really hard to get the basics done. I failed at relationships. A LOT. I said the wrong things and acted stupidly. Hardly role model material. 

After I dropped my friend off last night, I gave myself a mental kick in the ass and thought about people I love who have qualities I admire:

My friend Todd, who is as loyal as the day is long, smart as a whip, always offers a strong shoulder and is a damn fine drinking partner.

My friend Dennis, one of the most talented directors I know and an even more stellar person. And, funny as shit when the shit hits the fan.

My brother John, who always seems to keep HIS shit together no matter what life throws at him. 

My bff Debbie, who is stronger mentally, physically and emotionally than just about any person I know.

Megan....my rockstar traveling companion who is always headed in the right direction, even though she sometimes feels she is off course.  I admire her raw honesty and her ponytail is always on point.

Aly, who is tirelessly working in a man's world. Welcome to the club, sweets.

Tim...because he is super smart, and funny and just...Tim.

And Brenda...hands down to the kindest and most loyal person ever.

I could go on and on. They are all loving, rock solid, talented, intelligent, funny as hell, sometimes insecure and vulnerable, and usually self-deprecating. 

They are 'live-ers', givers, and pseudo-sinners and I love them with all my heart. 

Because they...WE... try really hard, and by hook or by crook, succeed at what we do. Professionally...personally....quietly.

Mavericks, for sure.

Trailblazers, definitely.

And yes, role models.  Unknowingly. 

 

 

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TRANSITION

TRANSITION

 

 

Maverick souls: listen up.

IT'S A NEW DAY. A NEW SEASON. IT'S MOTHER NATURE'S GENTLE REMINDER THAT THE GAME IS ABOUT THE CHANGE. 

THINK OF IT AS AN OPPORTUNITY TO RESET. 

BEGIN ANEW.

WHAT IS THAT RIDICULOUSLY DOPE SOUL of yours WHISPERING AS THE SEASONS SHIFT?

'It's time for transition. ' 

BRING IT. I'M READY. MY SOUL IS ACHINGLY VIBRATING WITH THIS IMPORTANT QUESTION:

 

'what is spirit's highest vision of itself as me in human form?'

Whoa. Holy shit. 

Take a minute and roll that over your tongue. Digest it. WAIT. Back it up. What is Spirit?

What is Spirit to you? What does Spirit look like?  How does it feel when you try to wrap it around your brain and swirl it around your heart and Soul?  

I believe Spirit is in all of us. It is all of us. Spirit is the universal energy that links all sentient beings together, . We are made of Spirit. We are Spirited. Spirit is innate and intangible but oh-so rock solid when our faith is strong. One of the most amazing things about Spirit is we can shape it into whatever we want it to be

Now think big picture. When we are in transition, everything changes. Our life becomes an opportunistic journey to return this beautiful spark inside of us back to Source in a smarter, kinder, more empathetic and brighter light. 

Spirit experiences life through us and we get to make the collective Whole stronger and better through the sliver of....us.

You=Spirit=Universal energy=One.

just BRILLIANT.

It's also a daunting responsIbility. What if we make a wrong decision? Take a wrong path? What if we disappoint, are inadequate or don't live up to our potential? What if we fall and fail?

The truth is, you may make a wrong decision. You may take a wrong path. That's how you learn. You will disappoint. You will fall and fail.  That is a part of growth.

GET UP. Don't be afraid of the fall. Falling teaches us not to get attached to perfection. 

Make a decision. And then another. Say yes to success.  Rise and grind.    

Today, choose one thing in your life you want to change and go for it. For me, it is the discipline of writing.

Tap into your Spirit. Your Maverick Soul.

Onwards and upwards.

BE A GAME CHANGER. 

You got this. 

Because you have Spirit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silence and Collaboration

Silence and Collaboration

Sitting in silence.

Waiting. 

The Silence is deafening.

So you wait some more.

And soon there are stirrings in the soul. The Universe...Spirit...the God of your own understanding...begins to whisper. The longer you remain still, the clearer it becomes.  As it resonates in your soul, the idea adheres to the fibers of your being. If nothing is done, it begins to fade.

You are left with a decision. 

Do you act? Remain silent? The choice is yours. 

Everything is energy, the foundation or core to every being. Everything is One. This idea that was floating around the atmosphere chose YOU to realize it. if you choose to ignore it, the energy will move on to find another soul to collaborate with. The Universal nudge will find a way to make its ideas a reality.

But what if you acted upon it? What if you took this idea and ran with it, realized it? Brought it to fruition? What if something you did created a positive change that had a domino effect for more positive change? 

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us.  ~Marianne Williamson

Maverick Souls jump in. Maverick Souls may be afraid, but they bulldoze their way through the fear. 

Maverick souls get shit done. 

Everyone has a bit of maverick in their soul. Tap into it. The world needs you. Now more than ever.

 

 

UBUNTU

 

Alright people, take a breath. These are uncomfortable and unsettling times; everyone can at least agree on that.  You know what is going to get us through?

Ubuntu. 

Roughly translated: I am who I am because of who and what we are.

The great Desmond Tutu described it best: "It speaks of the very essence of being human. 'So and so has ubuntu'. Then you are generous, you are hospitable, you are friendly and caring and compassionate. You share what you have. It is to say, 'My humanity is caught up, is inextricably bound up, in yours. '"

This is why I have the utmost faith that everything is going to be okay. Better than okay.  All great changes are preceded by chaos. We are in the chaos phase.

It's the Universal nudge that it is time to pay attention.

And people are. Have you noticed that just one year ago our topic of conversation was of Jon Snow and whether he would live or had died? Now, we talk about immigration, women's rights, education, and pipelines. We study these topics, learning and deciphering fact from fiction. And soon, out of that research, will come an educated opinion.  And out of that educated opinion... change.

Because We are a melting pot of brilliance with a dash of sass.

Because...

We have ubuntu.

 

Ubuntu

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I'm With...Us.

em·pa·thy

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noun

  1. the ability to understand and share the feelings of another.

 

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This is what empathy looks like.

More than 600,000 people flooded Washington on Saturday in the Women's March. Hundreds of thousands more marched across our great country. More than 5 million people worldwide participated in a peaceful, fearless, nonviolent gathering to support... everyone. Shoulder to shoulder. No panic, pushing, yelling or fighting. All different classes and races were represented to show each other civility and support. Why? For a multitude of reasons. To experience the democratic process. To protect civil rights. Human rights. Disability rights. Reproductive rights. Education reform. Environmental reform. To be a part of a like-minded collective. And because....

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I truly believe we live in the greatest country. We can hold protests without fear of retribution. We can speak our minds without fearing for our lives. I believe in the overall goodness of humanity. And I believe we CAN make a difference because we have to. 

 The reality in 2017 is we are not equal. Have we made progress? Yes. But not enough. Do you have a physical or mental disability?  Are you handicapped by the color of your skin, socioeconomic status or gender? You're beginning five steps behind the starting line before you even get out of the gate. I march with you. 

Speaking as a woman about women as that is my vantage point: We don't get paid the same as our male counterparts. We are praised more for our beauty than our brains. And God forbid we are not 'perfect' by society's standards.  I have taken the blame for men's (and sometimes women's) bad decisions because 'they'll be more accepting of your mistake' or 'they won't be so hard on you.' I silently shouldered the brunt of the backlash. Why? Because  I was afraid. Afraid of retribution and repercussions.  I have been called a bitch, a cunt, weak, and useless.  I never want anyone to feel the shame, the embarrassment and the humiliation of not feeling good enough that I have felt.  I don't want anyone to be bullied or coerced. I march with you.

I walked with two women who show me daily what a healthy, loving relationship looks like. I proudly walk with you two. 

 I want to help protect Mother Earth, because if we keep disfiguring and sickening her, she will rise up and fight back. And She is way stronger than we are. I march with you. 

So I jumped on a train and rode 7 hours to Washington. I watched as more and more marchers poured into the cars with each stop. They quietly turned the cafe car into an arts and crafts area, as signs were made, supplies shared and an easy camaraderie quickly formed.

We moved in a sea of humanity that rippled with waves of empathy, buoyed by the force of the message that we are not alone.

 We need to be better. I truly believe we can be. We just need to make ourselves seen and heard. Because this is what democracy looks like. This is what humanity looks like. This is what WE look like.

And I'm with Us. 

 

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Turn The Page

 


Shadows and Light

Shadows and Light

It's a new year and it's all about the numbers.

12 new chapters.

365 new pages to write...or rewrite. And then rewrite again.

And 4 words to thread throughout the fabric of this year: Faith, Determination, Passion, and Hope.

It's a mental thing, this need to start over, as we can technically do it at any time. But January is the official starting over point....a supposed clean slate, We all know it's bullshit but it gives us collective hope that we can make concrete changes.   Maverick souls know better.  We know that it is simply a time of transition. A new month, a new week, a new day, a new hour, a new minute....seconds strung together to present opportunities to begin anew. Change can blissfully occur at any moment. We possess the ability to change everything in a second....

...Just by changing a mindset.

We also know January can be the darkest time of the year for many as the holidays end and winter stretches fiercely in front of us. How do you bring light and magic to this time?   How do you believe in a Present bursting with potential and a Future made up of dreams and always so far away? 

 

WITH FAITH, DETERMINATION, PASSION AND HOPE.

Faith. What roots your soul? What and who do you believe in? Have faith that you can do anything you set your mind to. Because you can. That unwavering faith roots you.

Determination. What are you determined to change? Believe in yourself and your capacity for carving out a better opportunity.

Passion. What are you passionate about? Your passion fuels your determination. Manifest your passion. Set intentions for change that incite passion in your soul.

 

Hope. HOPE THAT THINGS CAN AND WILL CHANGE FOR THE BETTER, AND THAT YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

 

 

One other thing: Now is the time to be creative. I once read that creativity is the courage to live your life in a way that best expresses who you are. For me, that means I'd like to write a great story. Live a great story.

Lacking courage? Find a mentor, then be one. 

Just. Get. Started. 

The most valuable and important things come to us when we cultivate the courage to be imperfect, vulnerable and compassionate, to others and ourselves.

And THAT, my Maverick friends, can be really hard. More to come on this in a future blog...

 

Okay, one really last thing: my amazingly talented friend Jay Williams had this to say about the journey, and it may be one of my mantras for 2017:

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Repeat: You have to enjoy the process of the grind. Sheer brilliance, Jay. 
That's what we're going to do for the next 12 months. 52 weeks. 8,765.82 hours. 
31,556,953 seconds. If that's daunting, how about we start with an inhale and an exhale?
Just START.

Consider this a written kick in the ass. 

And on we go.