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Red arrow in a white room.

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While in college, a mystic tells me I remind her of “a red arrow in a white room.” This visual -and the idea behind it– influences me today, especially when it comes to creating my work. I keep thinking about bringing “Red Arrow/White Room” to life with a personal inspiration video.

Structure: visuals, graphics, music and the spoken word. Silence may also work for this project, too. Moments of silence, anyway.

I have a graphic artist friend who is returning to school; she needs a school project (or should I say experiment?) and I can offer up mine to her. She could create the visuals/graphics.

I could do my own music search online to find a suitable piece of music (or many edited together).

Probably use my own voice as voiceover (voice in my head, so to speak).

About 3:00 in length (Three is one of my “numbers”).

My own vision has an ancient wisdom sensibility; it summons the universal mind as it were to evoke a creative call to action for me … and ultimately others searching for creative motivation.

First line: RED ARROW ENTERS WHITE ROOM … What next?

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Orderly conduct.

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I have a lot of respect for order. It is the order in my life that helps me to recognize opportunity, and act upon the wisdom of uncertainty.

The routine of my day can open up a whole new world of possibility –when I allow myself to see it. Noticing inspiration in the everyday is a practice that gives back when you least expect it.

Which brings me to the subject of deadlines. Surely, deadlines are the stuff of order, and in a professional writer’s world, they are a way to schedule our work. Surely, they’re the blueprint, the drawing, the overview, a place to start; surely, we promote the accomplishment of delivering finished projects “on time and on budget.” Order in motion.

Deadlines are in our world so we can fall into the gap between them, and live lives of extraordinary creation.

Laugh loud and often; the cosmic joke is on us.

Photo op by Kevin

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In the infinity of life…

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… where I am, all is perfect, whole, and complete. I am one with the Power that created me …

(Most mornings, I repeat this custom version of affirmations from Louise L. Hay. It only takes a minute, filling my heart with possibility.)

I love myself; therefore I behave and think in a loving way toward all people, for I know that which I give out returns to me multiplied. I only attract loving people in my world, for they are a mirror of what I am.

I love myself; therefore, I forgive and totally release the past and all past experiences, and I am free. I have within me all the ingredients for success. I now allow the success formula to flow through me and manifest in my world. Whatever I am guided to do is a success. I learn from every experience, going from success to success and from glory to glory. My pathway is a series of stepping stones to ever greater successes.

I love myself; therefore I work at a job I truly enjoy doing, working with and for people I love and who love me, and earning a good income. My unique talents and abilities flow through me and are expressed in deeply satisfying ways. There are people out there who are always looking for my services. I am always in demand and can pick and choose what I want to do. My work is a joy and a pleasure.

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Luster.

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Word of the day:

lus·ter [luhs-ter] noun

–          the state or quality of shining by reflecting light; glitter, sparkle, sheen or gloss: the luster of satin.

–          radiant or luminous brightness; brilliance; radiance.

–          radiance of beauty, excellence, merit, distinction or glory: achievements that add luster to one’s name.

We talk about “luster” during a recent yoga class. “Now, there’s a word I haven’t heard in quite some time,” I say out loud at the time. And it’s been on my mind ever since.

Every time I look at the picture above, I see the little girl’s luster; it’s just something about her joy that makes me smile.

I wish for you to see the luster of today. The present moment … Or in yourself.

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Utah Peaches.

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It’s so easy to love a peach.

Once I discover Utah peaches, though, no other peach is the same. On warm August days in Idaho Falls and around the West, by the side of the road, you see the signs: Utah Peaches.


Don’t pass them by. If you do, you can never know the sweetest peach. Or bitter regret.

The summer I discover Utah peaches, I buy them by the bushel, peel the skin away and slice them (one for me, one for later; two for me, one for later) -and flash freeze each piece individually, so I can taste them in the middle of winter. Then, I sauté them up with some chicken breast and herbs. Or bake a peach cobbler.

But in the summer, I eat my Utah peaches naked. With abandon.

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Tomato.

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Summer’s finally golden here in the Northwest, and I’m thinking about tomatoes.

Picked from the vine, warm from the sun, juice running down my arms … sweet, red, Green Zebra, heirloom, Sweet 100’s, drip … meaty Beefsteaks, slender plums, outstanding San Marzanos. Big, healthy bites, sweet surrender –a flood of childhood memories bringing me back to this moment, this taste, this fruit … the spicy smell of nightshade, yellow, orange, popping in my mouth, sticky … bursting with the flavor of summer.

Repeat.

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Ten thousand hours.

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If any of you have read Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers, you recognize the phrase ten thousand hours. According to many studies, ten thousand hours is the magic number of greatness.

“Practice isn’t the thing you do once you’re good. It’s the thing you do that makes you good,” Malcolm states in the book.

In journalism school, our professors always urged us to write, write, write –keep writing until you get enough words under your belt to actually start being a writer.

Don’t I know it.

How many steps does it take to achieve exercise nirvana? Ten thousand. A doable thing.

If you’ve been writing an hour a day, every day for a year –you’d have hit ten thousand hours in a smidge more than 27 years.

I’m several years over. Does this mean I can start being a great writer?

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Making room for the new.

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Cleaning out your closets may not be something you look forward to doing, so remember what it feels like when you’re done!

This is how you open yourself up to the abundant flow, the new, how all your needs and desires are met before you even ask.

Lately, I start my day with this: “I wear my beauty graciously. I am strong, releasing the past to move my body forward in a healthy way. I love and approve of myself.”

p.s. Happy Birthday, Mom!

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Celebrate.

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Feria de San Miguel, Arcos de la Frontera … Viva España!

Dreaming of our next visit.

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Happy hour.

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Hey, let’s meet here at this rooftop garden in Rome for an adult beverage after work today, O.K.? Would love to see you and catch up.

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