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Light Being: How to Amp Up Your Inner Radiance and Shine Without Fear

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After it was over, all I could see was light. All I could feel was light. All I could be was light.

She was pure love energy, radiant fascinating white, like staring directly into the center of a star without the sting. My eyes were closed.

I could make out just enough of her: the gentleness along the curve of her back as she knelt before me. The giant fluid outline of what could have been the perfect wings. Her hands held mine as my arms were spread open in meditation.

In one weightless, slender movement both of her thumbs slid down the length of the inside of my willing arms, elbow to wrist, opening me up. As the white of my skin parted into the white of her glow she poured cascades of endless light like tranquil liquid pools into me.

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Life Disrupted: Suffering Teaches a Jagged Lesson in Gratitude

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It can be tough sometimes to nail down the exact beginning of a thing.

The beginning of a relationship, for instance, (did it begin when you first saw him? when you first touched her? when you suddenly realized you couldn’t stop thinking about him? on a date? in a fight?) or when you first began to enjoy decidedly grown up stuff like I don’t know . . . coffee. Or the opera. Or beets.

That’s why it’s fairly surprising to me that over the past three weeks I have come to discover not only the beginning of the stuff that’s hard to pin down but the beginning of everything.

You guys: the beginning of everything.

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Stripped Beautiful: A Brief Meditation on Beauty, Bodies, Fences and Time

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We are so obsessed with the building and labeling and walling off of things in this world.

This is mine.

This is theirs.

This is beautiful.

This is worthy.

This is not.

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We Go Alone: The Single Greatest Power of Beginner’s Mind (Beginner’s Luck Series)

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Forget everyone you know.

Don’t abandon them, leave them, kick them to the curb (and if you do, for heaven’s sake don’t blame it on this blog post, man).

You don’t have to wish them harm or push or shove them out of your way. Just politely forget them. Just for a few minutes.

Forget about what their voices sound like or what they say, or what you imagine they might say.

Forget the Twitter chats and the Facebook postings.

Forget about what they tell you, what they don’t tell you, or what they ask of you.

Forget me.

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We Go First: The Beginner’s Invisible Advantage (Beginner’s Luck Series)

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Put your hand in here.

No really, feel this – it’s totally wild. I know you can’t see it but just put your hand in, come on.

It’s all good, seriously, you want to feel this.  It’s incredible.

It’s beyond worth it, I promise. 

Trust me.

I often feel artistically driven by something that’s hard to describe. Driven to create, to explore, to look at things upside down, spread apart and then from 80,000 feet above. It’s not even a drive maybe as much as a compulsion to keep uncovering and keep digging and keep sharing.

It comes naturally, though not predictably.

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Beginner’s Luck: 7 Ways the Beginner’s Mind Makes Better Art (A Series for Artists)

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Every time we create something and share it, we’re the new kid.

We don’t know if we’ll be accepted or liked. We don’t know if our thing will go right or wrong or if what we’re offering will work.

We’re afraid of being rejected by others and maybe most of all by ourselves.

We’re the underdog, the novice, the dark horse.  We’ve got more spirit than credentials.

But we’re also too prickly to stay put, we’re too eager to wait to be told it’s time and we’re allowed and we’re the one.

Somehow – despite not understanding all the rules and not knowing exactly the lay of the land or all the implications of what we’ve begun – we’re doing it.  We’re bringing it and making it happen.

And somewhere inside our wandering hearts we know we’re the lucky ones.  The ones who hold the secret. The ones who spin the magic and bend the light.

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