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In the Old Testament story, when Isaac was called by God, he answered, “Hineni.” Translated from the Hebrew, hineni means, “Here I am, for you called me.”

In the Bible, the word hineni is used when God personally calls on someone to do something difficult and important. “Here I am,” Abraham responds to God’s call; “Here I am,” replies Moses. It’s such a simple statement and yet, it’s one of the most powerful things a human being can say. Here I am: ready, willing and able.

Ready, Willing and Able

This is how angels show up in our lives: ready, willing and able to help. Here I am, they tell us, through signs and synchronicity. Here I am, for you called me.

When they show up, we feel blessed, reassured—and seen; and that’s something everyone needs. The experience of God’s presence is bracing and affirming. It lets us know: you matter to me. That’s why the angels are willing to send sign after sign until we get the message. We are that important to God.

Our presence to ourselves can be just as powerful.

Though in the past, we’ve made promises to ourselves — to make healthier choices for our body; to show up at work on time; to always keep our word — and though we may have broken those promises, we can begin freshly, today, to show up for ourselves.

We can commit to support the choices we make toward better habits, better health, better relationships through our actions—and through conscious daily practice.

I am here: we tell ourselves. When we bring this presence to our relationship with God and the angels, we are saying: I am here.

This is a sacred practice — it’s showing up with intention to connect,with the expectation of miracles. That, in a nutshell, is faith.

The Light, Love, Life That Calls to You

The angels showed me: When you reach out to us, we always reach back.

Are there really angels? Of course. Can I prove this? Not yet — though the thousands of stories I’ve read build a strong case that something is going on. From my perspective, it seems as if angels are appearing more often, to more people than ever before. Is this true? How could we possibly know?

Still, there are some things we can measure—some things of which I am certain. When I ask for help, help comes and, in a kind of Divine alchemy, when I live as if the world is a sea of miracles, it becomes just that: My body heals, my relationships transform, opportunities present themselves, problems become gifts.

This will happen for you.

Once you have established connection with the chip of Divine light that glows at the center of your heart; once you have seen that the Divine is in everything; once you have peeked behind the curtain of your own astonishing beauty, even if you’ve only been able to do so for a moment…

… your life will never be the same.

For when you connect with the energy of the Divine, you open to a stream of signs, synchronicity and miracles. Your cares lighten, your problems ease. You begin to experience a kind of inner spaciousness, a feeling of quiet, restful alertness, and you may experience flashes of acute awareness, sensing the presence of who you are beyond form.

Chances are, you will notice this first while doing something that allows the chatter of your mind to quiet — something like driving or washing the dishes or sitting in the back yard and watching the sun set behind the house next door. This sudden momentary glimpse behind the curtain will intrigue and perhaps, move you, activating a sense of wonder and curiosity.

Cultivating this peaceful, mindful state of presence will increase your ability to see and to receive symbolic and intuitive guidance.

You can do this by walking out-of-doors, without cell phone or music player, simply holding yourself in a state of relaxed and expectant listening or by doing the exercises in this book. You might choose to take up a practice of meditation, yoga or tai chi or even, a meditative activity like knitting or listening to instrumental music.

One day, you may experience flow, the psycho-spiritual state in which you feel positive, energized, focused and alive. This flow state is available in all parts of your life but most people experience it first, through deep concentration while doing creative work or fully engaging in physical activity or through meditation.

You will seek out the people with whom you can be yourself and the places where people like you are gathering. This is a natural phase of spiritual unfolding, the search for the soul’s true community. As you connect with your true self, old interests will reemerge, and dreams that you once cherished—as a child or young adult—will bubble up to fill your life with new energy and new meaning. What joy you will feel as, one by one, you open the closets of your soul and reveal these once hidden selves—the creativity, talents and interests that were always there, were always you.

As Divine light streams into your life, people will notice.

“You look different,” they’ll say, and you’ll know just what they mean because you feel different—lighter, with more energy and enthusiasm. As you lose tolerance for stale or toxic relationships, mind-numbing activities and inane entertainments, they will fall easily away and more nourishing and empowering friendships and interests will bloom.

You will develop a mountaintop perspective.

One day, you will lift up from the story of your suffering, your entrapment, your diagnosis and see it through a higher, wider lens. You will see the other patterns — of family, community and culture — that are woven into your story, becoming increasingly aware of the collective story that affects everything and everyone in the world.

Sensing your part in this story, you’ll feel more responsible for the choices you make, for the way you treat others—even for the thoughts you think. You’ll become fascinated with your own story

— and you’ll begin to share it. This will help, and even guide others to examine their lives, their stories, more closely. When they do, you’ll offer support and partnership. You’ll give generously, from the heart, knowing that in a Divine universe, what you give is always returned to you, multiplied by Grace.

You will hurry less and put less pressure on yourself to ‘win’ some imaginary race to the top. Now you see that the race and the top are both illusions. You’ll experience less stress at work and at home and yet, strangely, you will have more. Money will show up when you need it. Opportunities will materialize out of thin air.

You will begin to experience yourself as part of a flowing, living universe..

Your life, once fragmented and compartmentalized, will pull into wholeness. For your life is not just a series of unrelated events; it is one story, one gesture. You will become curious about that gesture, wondering, what is the deeper purpose for my life? What am I here to accomplish? As you ask these questions, answers will come.

This is how it is in the Sea of Miracles — a sacred story, a sacred world in which all things are sacred — including you.

Today, as I sit to write this, one image keeps returning to my mind: the vision of one person rising from a chair. I see this image again and again: one person, standing; one person, rising up. The vision arrives, as visions often do, with a download of understanding. I understand that I am being shown this vision to illustrate the wave of change, the global awakening that is sweeping the world one per- son, one ‘rising’ at a time.

The person in this vision is you. (It’s also me—and everyone we know.)

You see, I believe that the angels are here for a reason: You. You asked. You called. You want more.

You are not alone in this. People all over the world are praying for hope, for help, for intervention; for the healing of our planet, our bodies and our broken hearts. In every language, we are calling out to every deity: Please.

In response, there is this rising — a rising so powerful and so huge that it is shaking our very institutions to the core—crumbling walls and even, governments. At the same time, breakthroughs in technology, medicine and science are transforming the ways in which we live, communicate and congregate. All part of the rising — the most astonishing example is our rapid evolution into a globally interconnected world.

On a more personal level, my clients tell me, “I feel so unsettled. As if there’s something I’m supposed to be doing. But I can’t figure out what it is?” They are having powerful dreams, they tell me. They feel as if they are swelling from the inside out, bursting with energy and an urgency they can’t explain and can’t understand how to use. And of course, this is what happens when we pray for change: change comes — but it rarely comes in the ways that we expect.

When we ask: please guide me to health, we are guided to: eat healthier food, give up caffeine, and exercise. When we pray for an end to the arguing in our marriage we find a ballerina magnet in the mud. We look outside for rescue and we are returned, endlessly, patiently to ourselves.

Which brings us to the secret that all masters know: when we pray for change the Divine changes us. It’s the simplest truth of all, the cornerstone of all spiritual teaching: to bring the Divine to Earth, you must bring it here yourself. To live in a Sea of Miracles, you must create it and let it shine into the world, through you.

When you do, you will discover that the whole world is a miracle — designed to support, nourish and love you into the fullest expression of who you really are.

This love is in the rain falling from the sky, gathering into puddles and ponds — and asking nothing but that you hold out your cup. This love is in the air that you breathe, the sun that warms your skin, the food on your plate. Are you hungry? Here’s a plum, a purple valentine. You don’t have to believe in God to enjoy its color, its scent and its sweetness. It’s a gift — and it’s all for you. This glass of water, glistening and clear; this plum with its magic seed at its center — a seed that could, if you simply planted it, yield a tree!

This is a miracle! Every time you sit down at the table. A gift: the light that illuminates this page, your incredible body with its marvelous senses; your mind with its ability to question, your heart with its wisdom and vast capacity to love.

You are a miracle—you and me, and everyone we know—and the rising energy that we feel is the answer to our prayers.

Did you get that? This rising that you feel is the answer to your prayers.

How do I know? I have lived it. I have seen it. I am a witness for the angels—and the rising of the gifts that they inspire: Peace, Wholeness, and a love so sweet and a light so bright that it burns through any darkness.

The rising in the world is wiser and wider than a faltering economy; it’s a peace with roots so deep that no terrorist could ever shake them. It’s the rising of a response from an interconnected All That Is which, whether you call it God, Collective Consciousness, The Uni- verse or Baba (or any other name) is not going anywhere—a force that loves you so fully and so fiercely that it will settle for nothing less than the fullest expression of who you are.

So, what are you, really? What is this fullness that is pushing to express itself through you, through me? Nothing less than the light, love and life energy of the Divine itself!

So while I can’t prove that the angels are showing up more openly and more often than ever before, I have never been more certain of anything. To me, the angels’ presence is a call to action, a call that we called into form. I believe the angels are here to help us live in a new way — and to create a new world — because we asked them to.

I look out into this time of terrorists, tidal waves and social upheaval and I ask for help. How can we live with- out driving ourselves crazy with fear? How can we tap into the deep and ancient wisdom of the world? I ask and I ask — and each time, I get the same answer: Turn toward the light. Choose toward love. In this way, you will create a new pattern and the energy of the world will flow to fill it.

I don’t ask you to believe in angels. I don’t need you to change anything about the way that you think or perceive the world at all. All I ask is that you take one simple step, and make this one request: Quiet your mind, take a deep breath and, with a willing and open heart, say: Show me.

In this way, you’ve invited the angels into a sacred conversation that can (and will) change your life. And that will change the world.

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This post is an excerpt from my book, Sea of Miracles.

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Inspiration Friday

As it’s almost Christmas, I’ve been out prowling the stores – in my car. In the actual, physical world.

… which makes me want things…

It makes me want to tuck into cafes and read wonderful blogs…

… like these lovely old/new ones:

All week, I jotted down the lovely offerings people are making of their own brilliant work, ebooks, art, music, online classes.

Got a loved one far away? These intrigued me as downloadable gifts.

And of course, this e-srtravaganza which has been consuming me with writergasmic joy

Here’s something to wake up to this weekend:

Here are some articles, which made me think

I suggest you plan ahead:

This LIVE class looks juicy: Jen Louden, Marianne Elliot and Suzannah Conway all in my own backyard!

Finally, this thread, List 400 things you love seems to have struck a chord. You’d find it and more at the Writing Circle.

 

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This morning, I overhauled my planner.

I teach a class about vision. I teach people to hook their actions to the larger themes of their lives; to link each choice with a whole human vision of who they really are.

And yet, and yet, and yet…  lately, I’ve been feeling as if my planner was running me. As if my life were divided into little colored squares on a screen. I felt as if I’d picked up a hyper-vigilant inner coach who was driving me harder every day: a new version of the inner nitpicker I thought that I’d tamed.

  • Can’t you write any faster? You HAVE A PHONE APPOINTMENT in one hour!!
  • Better skip that visit to the GYM, you have TWO CLIENT CALLS today.
  • And that luscious idea you woke up with, that’s not on the agenda today. Scribble it down and MAYBE you can do it during your WORK BLOCK, if you have the time.

Ugh. Not exactly living in the flow.  I came unmoored. I got the flu.

Ah, but the perfectionist is such a gift. She shows me where I’m unkind to myself, reveals the places where I still feel vulnerable, where I don’t quite trust the flow. She calibrates just how far I’ve strayed from the deep core of purpose that powers my life (you have one, too – the perfectionist and the core of purpose.) And then, she ever so carefully nudges me back on course.

Which is how. this morning, I wound up re-purposing my planner. Here’s what it says now:

  • Go to the Gym: because there is a beautiful, strong and healthy 65 year old woman who is beaming at you from the future; in love with your integrity, and so grateful that you did this body work now so that she could continue to live, to thrive, to play and grow.

  • Write your heart out:  because you love the feeling of the pen across the paper; because you understand now that you are standing at the edge between worlds, a translator of light into words. Each story is a gift, a miracle. Savor it. Hold it in your heart like a sweet. Let it melt you. Let it fill you with light.

  • Do your best at work:  because you finally trust that this incredible job is real – opening to what is asking to be born through you with whole heart and wide mind.

  • Talk to your tribe: because you are in love with your students; because you want to share ALL of what you know; life makes time for what matters; Share your voice.

  • Cook for your family: because standing at the stove is a kind of alchemy; a chemistry of spices and sunlight, translated into life-giving energy by these vegetables, these fruits, this bounty. because you are the heart and hearth of your family; nourishing, nurturing.

  • Make time for Dad: Visiting your father is devotional practice. Drink in his extraordinary wisdom. Wash his hands. Feed him. Bring him the favor, scent and sound of the world.

  • and Mom: Every day with your mother is a valentine, a miraculous bonus, it’s whipped cream; it’s the cherry. Savor. Play with her, help her, while she is here, to recreate the world.
As I read back through these entries, I feel myself opening – turning back toward light, toward wholeness, toward… me.
So today, as a prompt for the Writing Circle, and for you:
What would inspire you to light up your fullest, brightest, biggest potential? What’s the real reason behind the things that you do?  What is your life for - what bigger, more resonant vision can you link this activity to?
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Years ago, before everyone had a cell phone, I ran out of gas on the Throgs Neck Bridge, a massive span of steel suspended over the Long Island Sound, 12 miles from New York City. As my car lost all its power, the steering wheel locked and we rolled to a stop in the right lane, just after the curve. From this position, oncoming motorists couldn’t see us until they were 50 ft. away. Approaching at 60 mph, they swerved around us, brakes screeching. Several shouted rude remarks, shaking their fists.

I could make excuses: It was Thanksgiving and we were running late. I had a terrible cold. My two-year-old daughter had been screaming on and off for two hours, upsetting her four-year-old brother and distracting me. Exhausted, overwhelmed, I’d missed the red fuel light on my dashboard. Still, it hardly mattered why we were stuck—I had to do something to protect my children, and my car, from being hit from behind.

My son was fast asleep. Pulling my wailing daughter from her car seat, I set her on my hip and walked behind the car. There, I began flapping my free arm like a broken windmill, warning approaching motorists away.

In the high November winds, with a guardrail only up to my thigh, Katie and I could easily have been blown right off the bridge!

God help us! I shuddered, holding her tighter.

Instantly, a small red fire truck pulled behind my car, lights flashing. At the same exact moment, a Boar’s Head truck pulled in front of us. Provisions, read the sign, painted on its side. We were saved!

“I almost hit you,” said the driver of the fire truck. ”I was looking down changing the radio stations and wham! There you were! Walking down the road with this baby in your arms. What a picture!”

As he went to search for the bridge’s emergency phone, the other driver approached more quietly. “Ran out of gas?” he asked, and sensing my embarrassment, he added, “No shame in that. Happened to me once.”

“Really?” I asked. I felt instantly better, calmer and a good deal less ridiculous.He told me to wait in the car for the tow truck, which, he explained, would push my car off the bridge. ”Get off at the Clearview and pull over first chance you get. I’ll drive ahead and get you some gas.”

“Bless you, thank you,” I said.

The tow driver came, barking instructions. he would push my car from behind. “Put it in neutral, stay off the brakes,” and BANG! we were off. He pushed, I steered, doing some of the deep breathing I’d been saving for emergencies, and we made our bumpy, jerky way down the exit ramp. I pulled into a grassy embankment at the side of the highway and stopped to wait for the Boar’s Head driver to deliver the gas.

But “You idiot!” the tow truck driver came running from behind. “You had an angel meeting you, you didn’t listen”

“What? I don’t…”

“That guy, he was meeting you at the Clearview, the Clearview,” he shouted, face red. “This is the Cross Island!” Then, storming back to his truck, he left us there.

I cried for a while. Then, I got out of the car. I put a blanket around Max’s shoulders and wrapped Katie inside my jacket. We began to walk. I could see some stores that I could see behind the embankment. If I can find a deli, I thought, I can get something warm for the children to eat. We could go to the bathroom. Maybe they’ll let me use the phone.

We’d gone only a few yards when, “Mommy,” Max asked. “Who’s that man by our car?” I turned and… there he was–the driver of the Boar’s Head truck, already putting gas in our tank.

When I tell this story, I usually leave out the part where he lifted one end of my car and shook it, to make the gas run into the lines. It seems so outlandish – even I’m unsure sometimes if that really happened. I skip ahead to the part when my car was turned on, the engine humming, the heat warming my children’s hands and I turned to thank our rescuer.

“Let me pay you for the gas,” I said, holding up a twenty, all the money I had. “Let me buy you dinner.”

He smiled. And I noticed, for the first time, his beautiful eyes. “You keep it, Ma’am,” he said. “You go home and live a good life and raise these kids and that will be thanks enough for me.”

“But,” I stuttered. “I want to do something to thank you… at least, tell me your boss’s name, I’ll send a letter.”

“My boss knows how sweet I am,” he said, smiling. “Go on home.”

As he walked away, I scribbled down the name of his company and the phone number painted on the side of his truck. Then, I put my car into gear and drove my children to their grandparents’ house. All the way there, I composed the letter in my head. I imagined the gift I’d send: An American Express gift certificate, tickets to a show…

But a few days later, when I called the number that I’d carefully copied into my journal, it was out of service. When I phoned the Boar’s Head company they told me there was no distributor in the town that had been painted on the side of that truck, no driver on record with its name.

Back then, I didn’t know how to explain it. But I do now: He was an incarnated angel, sent, in a truck marked Provisions, to rescue two children and a frazzled mom from the top of a bridge, and to remind us: You are never alone.

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This is the first of many stories in my book, Sea of Miracles. 

I’ve posted it here for Karen Caterson’s Support Stories series. I hope that you’ll visit her site, especially if this time of year is challenging for you. She’s put together a series of posts and stories to bring you into the circle of support and encouragement – and to remind you that you’re not alone.

 - I wish you many blessings – and a new year filled with light and grace, delivered by angels!


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Excerpted from my book, Sea of Miracles

Before I started working with angel stories, if you’d asked, “Do you believe in miracles?” I’d have said no. When I look back, it’s clear that, as I scribbled in my journals, I sensed a listener, hovering close enough to read what I’d written, and to respond.

I understand now that many people experience this sense of someone listening – and though many don’t realize they’re doing it, most people pray. From the Please help, whispered into silence in the middle of the night to the desperate, Oh My God! as a driver loses control of a car, we reflexively call out–to something, to someone. From the stories I’ve read, it’s clear that these prayers are being answered–no matter how we pray, where we pray or even to whom we pray.

And though this is a book about angels, it isn’t just angels that come in response to our prayers. The angels are part of a much larger listening- a vast and interactive listening universe made by a profoundly generous Creator. The Sea of Miracles is a dynamic, shifting wholeness in constant flux; it expands and contracts, cycling into and out of form. It’s a vast space-scape layered with galaxies and stars and is, at the same time, an organic, evolving living and responsive consciousness.

This oceanic universe seems to have been designed intelligently, with great love, to respond to our needs, thoughts and prayers. Yet it was not designed for us–rather, at least from my perspective, it is simply the nature of the Sea of Miracles to respond. It is response.

This universe is a living and generous sea–wrapped around all creation in a protective, supportive and integrated embrace–and though I know it may sound silly to say this, for me, the Universe is an enormous and comforting cosmic hug.

It calls to us, reaches toward us, magnetically, gravitationally as it reflexively, intrinsically (and often, messily) reacts and responds to our call and to the calling that arises from all creation.

Every cell in your body, every fish in the sea, every star in the sky, all part of this breathing in (receiving) and breathing out (sending). And all of it designed to work together, to balance, to come to center. From our first grateful breath our every need is provided for –there is water to quench our thirst, sunlight to warm our skin, food springs from the ground, all freely, abundantly provided.

This listening universe is designed to receive and to respond to our every call. To imagine how it does this, think about the way that your cell phone works. Your cell phone is a receiver, programmed to scan constantly for incoming signals. When one of those signals, borne on invisible waves of light and sound, activates the phone, it responds–by ringing. In a similar way, your thoughts and prayers generate energy signals that pulse from you on invisible waves. These waves of consciousness cross the ocean of interconnected energy much as a pebble sends ripples pulsing across a pond.

They are met by a receiver–the part of the Sea of Miracles best suited to answer. Then, in an answering wave, the response bounces back to you, as answered prayer. When we experience a flash of intuition, experience synchronicity or receive a sign it has been sent to us across this interconnected ‘sea’. That flash, chance meeting or message is guidance.

 

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400 words.

I have never met a writer who doesn’t make lists – lists of characters, lists of settings, lists of story ideas. I love (and often list) colors of nail polish (Second Honeymoon, Sheer Bliss, Cha-Ching Cherry), sweaters from J. Crew (vintage champagne)  and Garnet Hill (pea pod,  glacier).

So today, inspired by Tanya Geisler’s Things I love in 400 words I invite you to make your own 400-word list.

What lights you up? What turns you on? What makes you shiver with resonance? List the songs, the textures, the flavors, the experiences. The place that you’ll never forget. The scent, the color, the time of day, the tree, the activity…

400 words. Gush. Savor. Go.

Here’s mine: 

Well, books, of course. And Apple products. And mystery – and today, rediscovering the Tarot – the ability to be astonished by what I missed the last time. Thrift stores. Honey. Almonds. This extraordinaryknowing that’s been given to me (and to you). The light soft warmth of a long-sleeved organic cotton tee with my blue cashmere wrap over it. Legal Select Black tea with cream. Self-publishing. Walnuts. Berries with organic whipped cream and flourless chocolate cake. Broiled salmon. French fries, well done. Filet mignon in Tamari butter served over garlic spinach. Cookbooks. Le Pain Quotidien, ABC Carpet and Home, incense. Roses in vases on white painted tables. White linens. Simple well-made clothing with Asian tailoring; a certain kind of artisan jewelry; pink pearls; Garlic in olive oil. Butter. Freedom. The scent of Clarins skin care products: especially this cleanser. Very soft leather gloves. Born shoes. Clogs.These shoes. These socks. The Garnet Hill catalog. Airports. The writing in the J. Peterman catalog. Eileen Fisher outlets. Donna Karan – the person and the clothing. Urban ZenBees. Sketch pads. Good pens that stream ink onto the page. Le Creuset cookware: light yellow. White plates. Fiestaware. Stretch clothing.  This song they’re playing in the cafe right now: i think it’s Dar Williams. Being surprised by miracles. The taste of my husband’s mouth. Sheepskin boots (I wear fake Uggs from Costco). My beautiful body. This rose/lavender body oil I make myself. The smell of coffee. Stealing the cream from the top of my daughter’s cappuccino at the Art Cafe. Eating with my son, who’s inherited my passion for flavor and spice. Cafes. Anatomy, Physiology. Biology. Botany. Physics. I simply MUST know how things work. I prefer summer over winter. I tend to wear the same shoes every day: I bought these sandals five years ago. There is this particular kind of sense of humor that slays me. If you have that, I will fall in love with you. Red wine. God. Angels.That color between raspberry and crimson. Journaling. Not-too-hot sand shifting beneath my bare feet. Ocean. Hydrangeas: Hedges of them. Peonies. Melted cheese. Cinderella movies – especially with my daughter. Art. That sound the wind and the waves made when we lived, those precious summers, at Joe’s house by the sea. Oh, and dancing. I mustn’t forget dancing! And sleep – especially naps, stolen in the afternoon. Yoga. Breath. Kindness.

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Note:  This post is in response to a prompt in the Writing Circle: hosted on the blog. (feel free to join us!)

 

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Lunch at Fred's: the fancy pants cafe on the top floor of Barney's NYC

One of the things I struggle most with most is keeping in touch – in a meaningful way – with the people I care about.

Lately, I’ve been sorting through myself a bit; establishing stronger boundaries about my online life – and reaching out to some people I’ve neglected.

This photo is from a wonderful lunch I shared with my BFFs from high school, my ‘girls’.

Here are the inspirations I’ve collected this week:

Light and Wisdom:

Dyana Valentine’s wonderful Woke up Knowing Experience. Once a week, Dyana shares a dream (the moment she wakes up) and opens the phone lines for your impressions and questions. This is powerful stuff.

Here’s a brand new and very inspiring manifesto from one of my first internet heroes: Chris Guillebeau. The man who showed me what a free, writing-in-cafes lifestyle could look like. The Tower

December Writing Circle: Come and write in a circle with us: It’s free – and it’s fun.

Beauty:

This year, I’m feeling back into my roots – and in those roots I find artists everywhere.

Here are two I know personally:

My sister, Beth Ozarow, crafts beautiful hand-built sculptures in between working as a stage hand at the San Francisco Opera.

My childhood friend, Jane Herold is having her Pottery Sale this weekend. Stop by her Palisades, New York pottery where you’ll find rustic hand-thrown pots, bowls, plates and pitchers… and Jane’s warm hospitality. (She’ll greet you with a cup of hot cider and a gingersnap cookie.)

Then, take the five minute drive to Piermont and grab brunch at the Sidewalk Bistro or Freelance Cafe (one of Iron Chef winner Peter Kelly’s restaurants). If the weather is fine, walk off your meal behind the shops, where a half-mile pier juts out into the Hudson River.

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Pick up your free copy: My holiday gift for you - Spiritual Alchemy: Transforming Ick into Wow

Dream next year toward you: In the next couple of weeks, we’ll be tackling those vision boards; end-of-year summaries; new year’s resolutions. If you’re already on it, try:

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After a beautiful, deep and intensely moving Soul Caller Cycle, I’ve felt a little bit like this guy, hiding, emerging, changing color, hiding again. Which is why, this week, Inspiration Friday arrives on Sunday.

Writing Circle: a quiet oasis in the middle of December

It’s free and open to all. I hope you’ll participate. A few prompts each week from now until the new year.

These videos caught my heart

  • Every time I watch this, I cry.  Zach Wahls, a 19-year-old University of Iowa student spoke about the strength of his family during a public forum on House Joint Resolution 6 in the Iowa House of Representatives. Wahls has two mothers, and came to oppose House Joint Resolution 6 which would end civil unions in Iowa.
  • Every time I watch this, I am awestruck.  Louis Schwartzberg, describing his life as a collector of time-lapse images before an audience at TED.

Offerings from my house to yours.

The image at the top of this post is from my Shadow and Light, Your Soul Year Cards

And, because Christmas is the perfect time for angels…

I’ve put my book, Sea of Miracles: An invitation from the angels, on sale through 12/26 (if you want to get your signed copies by Christmas, NOW is the time to order.)

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Inspiration Friday

Grateful.

For the best part of every family gathering: washing the dishes with my sister-in-law. I wash; she dries. Or vice versa. For my niece who did the salsa in the living room with her lovely new boyfriend. For the other sister-in-law who blocked traffic in the living room, demanding hugs. For my husband, who sat beside me in the traffic – talking about my work, his work, our children.

And tonight, at our day-after-Thanksgiving gathering with my other family, my sister will bring her beautiful partner (another sister) to Mom’s apartment; and I will serve “turkey leftovers soup” and salad. And my nephew will encourage us to ask him ‘map and address’ questions, and, I hope, will give me one of his tender little hugs.

Grateful.

For you, reading this. For this incredible work that I now do. For what I get to witness unfolding in your lives; and how that leads to my own unfolding.

In case you missed it, my holiday gift from me to you. Spiritual Alchemy: Transforming Ick into Wow!

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In keeping with my ongoing fascination with Occupy Wall Street - If you, like me, are intrigued (or baffled) by this remarkable event that is unfolding on the doorstep of power, here’s some food for thought from Rolling Stone Magazine: Wall Street isn’t winning; it’s cheating

And here’s a post from my archives, written last year on this day: Black Friday: Gratitude and Greed

 

 

 

 

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To fully see the self, we must include the shadow and the light.

Inspiration Friday:

This morning, as I pulled into the parking lot at my writing cafe, stripes of Creamsicle edging a lavender sky…

Sheer brilliance.

Yesterday, another kind of light, another brilliance: 30,000 people – including my daughter – walking up the center of New York City to Occupy Themselves.

‘Cuz you do know that’s what this movement is really about, right? You can see – can’t you? – that the hundreds of thousands of people in the streets all over the world are there for a reason FAR beyond politics or the excesses of bankers and brokers.

The collective soul is calling (and being called) with astonishing clarity: Wake up! This movement – along with the Arab Spring; the Tea Party, and the current goings on in Libya, Syria and all over the world is arising in response to that call.

It makes no difference which side of the political house you sit in. You are called by a one-size-fits-all clarion heralding a rising so rich and juicy and deep that we can’t resist it – the call to give birth to a new way of being human: whole, free, and living at the center of your life, fully occupied.

The call is for you – waking up to your own power, your own beauty and your Source-given right to shine those gifts fully into the world. That’s why this worldwide movement is resonating so widely, so deeply: it’s the same movement awakening inside of all of us now. All of us are awakening; all calling for a better world while also, each of us is called to create it.

To harness this energy of awakening, ask yourself: What would it mean to fully occupy my life? What would I have to give up? What would need to emerge? How does considering this make me feel? What does that tell me about my own relationship to power?

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Here are this week’s gems of inspiration:

Do you have a More of this list? You’ll need one. (from the archives)

Where do our thoughts come from? Eckhart Tolle explains things so simply, so beautifully.

Writing a book? Sign up for Your Big Beautiful Book Plan and learn how to package it for publishers. From Firestarter Danielle Laporte

I’m giving this book to everyone: from Anthony Lawlor, 24 patterns of wisdom. explores the hidden patterns that inform and underlie the forming and informing of all things.

Occupying any cities in the coming winter months? You might want to pick up a hat

Here’s a one hour talk from Marianne Williamson Speaking About the Occupy Movement

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