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The B.S. Question That’s Keeping You from Doing What You Love

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You know how some people have to clean their entire kitchen / office / living room / patio / house / dog house / bird house / neighbor’s house before they will finally just sit down and start doing their creative work?

Yeah.

I’m not one of those people. (Nor do these people ever seem to live next door to me, proving that no good will ever come of this kind of neurosis.)

I can write with a messy kitchen / teetering piles of papers / tipping stacks of half-read books / vases full of but-they’re-so-arty-though dead flowers / unwashed dishes (… you guys can’t actually see me, right?) doing their unkempt thing all around me.

I can write through the Apocalypse.  (Done it, actually – see how that turned out here. Spoiler alert.)

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Meditation: The Biggest Lie of All

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If we really care about each other, and I know we deeply, deeply do, this needs to be said.

As much as we may groove with an enchanting romantic spell now and again, the ones that conceal our view of the absolute truth must in good faith be broken.

So as unromantic as that sounds . . . let’s just get about it, shall we?

Okay, here goes:

If you (or your friend / lover / yoga instructor with the sexy solar plexus chakra) think meditation is in any way supposed to be easily peaceful, that you will somehow be miraculously absorbed by an orgasmic explosion of light or mysteriously levitated above your living room ottoman. you have been fed a grave and serious amount of bullshit, my gorgeous love.

Quite possibly on multiple occasions.

Also quite possibly, incense or magic carpets or chickens or late night credit card payments or yoke-less eggs were involved.

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Collecting Shadows: How (Not) To Talk About Love

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I don’t really do flowery stuff.

I don’t do gory or cruel stuff either, of course, but I love dirty and crooked and how odd things can be sort of bent to become even more beautiful in their oddity.

Bouquets are lovely but I’d rather collect the shadows if I could.

I like the wet peace in the dark. I like the cool quiet in the stillness. I tend to feel like where the crowd is is the beginning of the end of a thing but I couldn’t really tell you why.

So I like to go another way; the way things haven’t gone yet.  Just to see how it might look there and what comes with me or falls off.

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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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