Category: Stuff


I am Most Grateful

I am most grateful for the people in my life whose faith in me supports, uplifts, and transcends the faith I have in myself…

When YOU believe in me, it reminds me that there is a little more I can give, a deeper place I can go, some incredible potential to be actualized…  YOU inspire me to lift my chin, look my fear in the face and step forward.

I step forward choosing love, and it is your love that lends its strength, helping me to once again discover that strength within myself.

Thank YOU for believing in me.

On the Occasion of My 31st Birthday

On the Occasion of My 31st Birthday

What a life this is!
The spontaneous adventure of following my bliss, of living, of loving
The exchange of sacred energy.
Creating, sourcing from pure potentiality.
My heart explosive with joy,
I wrap myself in the color of pleasure,
Stare into the face of my fear,
Breathe… Laugh… Celebrate.

31 and so alive.

The Final Third

I’ve been working in threes recently… it’s unintentional, but everything seems to divide nicely into thirds. The memoir I’m writing has developed into three sections, the marketing system I’m creating is a three-part process, and today I am considering the last four months of this year, the final third.

There are also three commitments that I’ve made, things I want to accomplish by December 31, 2009 and I’ll share them here to kick the accountability up a notch.
1. Complete a full first draft of my memoir – part one is mostly finished, two and three, not so much…
2. Remember the Spanish I’ve forgotten over the years and reach a comfortable fluency. I would love to be able to offer coaching services in both English and Spanish next year.
3. Grow my business to reach the monthly income goal I’ve held for some time now. This is absolutely possible in the next four months.

I don’t know much about numerology, but I always find it interesting to see what certain numbers symbolize when they consistently show up in my life. Here’s some cool stuff I found on http://www.crystalinks.com/numerology2.html about the number Three:

    Three (3)

The third dimension – we do things in threes so they will manifest in our physical realm.

It’s roots stem from the meaning of multiplicity. Creative power; growth. Three is a moving forward of energy, overcoming duality, expression, manifestation and synthesis. Pythagorean three means completion.

Good! So here we go, into the final third…

My Favorite Mac Trick

Did you know that you can reverse the colors on mac screens?  Way easier on the eyes (especially when proofreading a thesis!)

=)

Try it for yourself:

Hold down “control” “alt/option” and the apple key, then press 8.

Do the same to undo the color change.

Love it!

Trouble Staying Focused?

Ok, so if you happen to read this blog occasionally, or if we’re connected on Twitter or Facebook, you probably know that I talk about procrastination a lot.  Here’s a technique I use when I need to center and focus my thoughts:

Alternate Nostril Breathing

Sounds complicated right? In reality, it’s an easy way to become more focused and alert, also to relieve stress or anxiety.

I first learned about alternate nostril breathing from a Conscious Breathing course I took. A year or so later, I came across it again in my yoga practice, this time called Nadi Shodhana.

Gay Hendricks, author of the book Conscious Breathing, points out that “the left side of the nose is connected to the right side of the brain, and vice versa. Breathing alternately through each nostril causes a shift from one hemisphere of the brain to the other.” This can create balance and quickly change your state of consciousness.

Alternate nostril breathing is performed by closing off one nostril at a time. You’ll want to begin on the out-breath. Close off one nostril, say the left, and breathe out, then back in through the right. Then close the right nostril and breath out and back in on the left, switching nostrils after each inhalation.

Hendricks suggests using your thumb and middle finger to close off each nostril while resting your index finger on your forehead. In Nadi Shodhana, a variation on the same concept, you curl your index and middle fingers toward your palm and use your thumb and ring finger to alternately close off each nostril.

Try it for two to five minutes and notice how you feel.

Things I Did Today Instead of Writing

*  checked the mail (once in the morning for Saturday’s mail and once in the evening for Monday’s)

*  drove to Safeway in the Pearl to buy milk

*  checked my Twitter account about 8 million times

*  read through the awesome quotes people posted to the Awaken Consciousness Facebook group — thank you all!

*  changed my Chopra Center calendar to April even though it’s still March.  I’m ready for a new month.

*  took a nap

*  watched Dancing with the Stars

*  watched Castle

*  trimmed the pills from an old sweater (I promise, I could not make this stuff up)

*  put the dishes in the dishwasher

*  went to Amy’s for a massage

*  vacuumed the hall where the box spring has been sitting for months (thank you to the nice people from craigslist who came to get it last night!)

*  decided on a new jacket to order from Eddie Bauer, only to find out that it’s sold out

*  updated my Mint account to view the current status of my finances

*  read some stuff on Mashable to see what I need to know about social media trends

*  organized my passwords into one file so I will actually be able to find them when needed

*  scanned the NYT headlines and

*  jumped on the trampoline for a while

so you see…  there was hardly time to write!  =P

Think Different…

Exactly!

Procrastination

The following is a section from Adrianna Buonarroti’s blog that I simply had to re-post.

“I am the world’s worst procrastinator. Except for Mindie Kniss. She’s worse than me. But she doesn’t think of it as procrastinating. She just thinks of it as living. Which makes me worse, I think. I feel horribly anxious about it. I even feel anxious about Mindie’s procrastinatory behavior. I feel better having discovered that Annie Dillard is a pretty good procrastinator herself. (This sounds like something a homeopath could use to figure out a remedy for this quirk. You know, worse when thinking about Mindie’s procrastination. Better when thinking about Annie Dillard. Any takers?)”

Read the whole post here: http://fivepercentchance.blogspot.com/

So I am worse than the worst? I can’t argue with that. Case in point: residency reviews are due tomorrow and I haven’t even started. I mean I have not written a single sentence on any of the mind-numbing (and simultaneously mind-expanding) talks we had during our low-residency MFA program at Pacific University. Every day since we left campus I have thought about starting, but more than likely I’ll begin tomorrow.

The Right Place at the Right Time

Last week during my MFA residency I decided to skip one of the evening readings. Unfortunately Sandra Alcosser, Valerie Miner and David St. John were no match for the migraine threatening to ruin my night. I thought some food might help, so I headed for Pizza Schmizza.
Pizza box in hand, I retraced my steps toward campus. On the corner of Pacific Ave, a woman was lying on the sidewalk while another held a cell phone out above her. At first I wondered if they were enacting a scene for a photograph because the woman standing didn’t seem too distressed. “Is she ok?” I asked.
“No,” said the woman with the phone. I could see she was frazzled as I came closer.
From my perspective I could only see the woman’s back, but as I came around to her other side, I saw the pool of blood that spread out from her face. Pizza box and bag on the ground, I knelt and asked if I could help. “Have you called 911?” I asked the other woman. She dialed and I forced kleenex onto the only wound I could see. I laughed to myself thinking how Forest Grove was kind of like wilderness, so my wilderness advanced first aid training would be appropriate. I kept one hand on her back, assuring her of my presence, and asked her what had happened.
Of course, Forest Grove actually has an emergency response team that arrived in minutes. Apparently, the women were coming out of a church meeting when the older of the two tripped and fell, smashing her cheek on the cement and knocking out a tooth. As I spoke to other meeting attendees who were then congregated on the corner, I learned that Lois, the woman who fell, was 101 years old. Wow! The whole time I was with her she was perfectly coherent and more concerned about keeping her face and hair out of the blood on the sidewalk.
I have a pretty good feeling that she will be just fine, but I was glad to be there to offer a hand.