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We Will Bleed: To Master the Beginning Is to Master It All (Beginner’s Luck Series)

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Come on, baby, brush it off, let it go.

Don’t stop now, love, you will figure this out.

You’ve got this, kiddo, keep going.

That’s some legit advice right there, no? Up against the casual panic of our wild ego minds, this stuff sounds good to hear; some solid, grounded, encouraging words for the one who refuses to quit.

Words that remind her how brave she is for showing up. Words that compliment his determination, that congratulate his trying, his moving, his putting it out there.

We see this with kids all the time: learning to walk, learning to speak, learning to ride a bike, to write, to dance, to not put peas up their nose (in their ears, etc.). Kids are precious and innocent and we allow them to get about the exploration, to get messy, to fall off.

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We Take the Stage: How to Begin Before You’re Ready (Beginner’s Luck Series)

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You put yourself in front of them and you forgot your lines.

Who do you think you are? How could you do this to us?

What gives you the right to put yourself in front of us? 

This is why we worry about taking the stage. We fear we’ll be all shaky and nervous and clumsy and in the spotlight and everyone will see our ridiculousness and we’ll get hot and red and sweaty and then we’ll freeze.

So, afraid to freeze in public, we freeze instead in private. We stay stuck, we don’t move, we stiffen instead of reach.

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We Break The Silence: Beginners Play Out Loud (Beginner’s Luck Series)

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And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls”
And whispered in the sounds of silence
Sounds of Silence, Simon & Garfunkel

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Scarcity has become our city.

They built it up all around us while we stood quietly still and now we live in it.

And as our authentically loving voices got quieter a midst the cultural noise, many of us got tucked restlessly into a desolate mindset of Scarcity.

Some of us might have a second home, maybe a vacation home, in Abundance; we may commute back and forth, but too many of us buy a cheap apartment in Scarcity and stay put because it happens to be there and it’s easy.

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Willing To Let Them Down

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Be willing to let them down.

The voices.

All of them invented.

Remember that the voices are not real, not real people. Real people rarely say much of anything.

Most of the people you are afraid to let down are not people but invented, conjured, rough-drafted voices in your head.  Imaginary projections of what you fear they might say about you if you stand up for yourself, if you ask for what you need.

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Ferocious Peace: The Struggle and Strength to Go Still

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Fiery flames dance atop the candles glowing all around me, I know because I lit them seconds ago, but I don’t see them. I’m alone with myself, attempting to navigate the rumbling, velvety darkness behind my pursed eyelids.

It’s the early part of the morning, the slim sliver of time-expanding space where all is perfectly, poetically quiet. Loud quiet.

The stars are still strung up, though their piercing becomes dimmer by the minute, and the energy of the day is still wet and fresh as dew; just beginning to stir like the first warm flicker of the tightly tucked wings on the birds who will soon begin their singing.

I am sitting up straight on the floor, stark still, breathing so slowly it feels just shy of impossible, and if you could see me you would swear I was now adrift inside the most pleasurable, comforting peace within my silken gentle body.

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