I was called to create a private group for creatives on Facebook called “The Sacred Creative” it is my joy to build a community of epic creators who lift and inspire each other daily. The world needs more humans willing to step into their unique light. When you just. get. visible. get the hell out of the HOW. Share your gifts as often and as much as you possibly can. Magic happens. Energies ignite. The Universe delivers possibilities and surprises that you couldn’t have even predicted when you were mentally constipated in the bloody HOW. Seriously. Come on over, and join us.
I used to think this was my creative ADD. I would be in the middle of something, reading, writing, a Periscope, a massage etc. and I would get these “messages” they would just float into my head. I spent a lot of time getting agitated that my focus was affected, and just try and ignore these messages and force myself back into my present activity. It wasn’t until I left the aggressive force mentality and trotted over into the receive with ease mentality that I decided to create a journal specifically to honor these messages called Downloads from the Universe. Now that these messages are honored in their own sacred space, they come more freely. What once used to feel like a nuisance, now feels like little gifts that I get to unwrap daily. What is it that you are currently forcing that you can reframe into allowing?
Just because you aren’t making progress as fast as you think you SHOULD doesn’t mean you aren’t making progress. A simple shift in thinking, a desire for things to be different, a willingness, these are all forms of progress. We can be so hard on ourselves and forget to celebrate that these small shifts open something up in all of us that allow us to receive all of the things that will bring them to fruition. The books, the teachers, the communities, without these small shifts, we aren’t available to receive the magic.
A few months ago a Facebook ad appeared in my newsfeed. It was a course called Money Wise, activating women entrepreneurs to understand the inner and outer game of making and keeping money, by the amazing Kiva Leatherman. I signed up, immediately. I was in a place of struggle with my current business, and really craved some insight. At the end of the course the group was planning on meeting in L.A. for a weekend intensive. I wasn’t planning on heading to L.A. (I had SO many reasons not to) yet something was really calling me to go. So I booked a flight. We stayed at a beautiful hotel in Redondo Beach. I was born in California, and my parents used to live in Redondo Beach. They used to walk me in my stroller along the water, right by where I was called back to be. The next three days changed my life. I met so many incredible women. We were nurtured, inspired, and lit on fire in a way that I’ve never witnessed before. What I took away from that experience was what I was missing, the power of community. We were all called to be there that weekend. We all showed up furiously treading water as individuals and left with a newfound sense of ease. We realized that there was no need to tread water when we could simply float. Hand in hand. Together we rise.
I am the oldest child. No matter what I am currently tackling in my beautiful life, I tend to get swept up in the masculine energies of strategy, do, achieve, learn etc. at times I need to be reminded that it doesn’t have to feel hard, or uphill to be achieving. When I start to feel that way, it means that something is out of alignment for me. There is an ease and flow to my life when I am in alignment. I am simply available to be me. To write, create, inspire, and not worry about how many people are on my email list, or the sales funnel I should be creating. Be you. Seek out people that remind you of who you are when the struggle is real, most likely, because you are trying to be someone else.
A few years ago, I sat down at the piano to write. After a few minutes, I grew extremely frustrated. It was not a creative day. I bailed, and reached out to my friend for comfort. I told him I was not having a creative day. He said “This is what I call the artists illusion, you just don’t want to show up for yourself today.” I had a mild fit. I reach out for comfort and he throws this at me? Seriously? Then he shared an article with me that changed my creative life (you can read it here) It is a very simple yet profound system that Seinfeld uses daily in his craft. Get a wall calendar that shows the whole year. Each day, set a timer for one hour and begin. After the hour is up, you simply put an X on the calendar for that day. As the days go by, a chain is formed. The goal is to not break the chain. After implementing the chain in my creative space, I finished 22 songs in less than a month. It is the inspired act of showing up for yourself daily where the magic occurs. How can you show up for yourself today?
Years ago a friend of mine made me an appointment for a massage with a therapist he had been raving about for months. I showed up and was greeted by the most adorable man in his 70’s barefoot, hearing aids, sweatpants. I thought “how sweet, the therapist has his dad greeting new clients” nope. He WAS the therapist. The session was for a Thai massage, in which you just wear loose fitting clothing, and it’s done on a mat on the floor. He invites me into his studio, I fill out my intake form, and we begin. He has me lay down on my back. His hands go directly to my stomach. Mind you, i’ve been a massage therapist for 10 years and I HATE abdominal work. He says, “for a singer, you are a very shallow breather” as he guides me through some breathing exercises. Out of NOWHERE tears start running down my cheeks. I had this wave of embarrassment rush over me, I had no idea where the tears were coming from? Over the years, i’ve had several clients have emotional releases on my table as the healer, and felt honored to be able to hold space for them. Now that the roles were reversed and I was vulnerable, I wasn’t having it. I tried to choke them back, but they just kept coming. After my session, I went home. I felt anger bubbling up in me as I drove. For the next week I was extremely angry. I was having very vivid dreams. I remember one in particular like it was yesterday. A sacred relationship in my life had ended abruptly, I thought I had done the necessary healing work around it but clearly, had more to release. In that dream, he came to me and simply said “i’m sorry.” That morning as I slowly woke up to the sounds of birds chirping, all of the anger was gone. It was as if a birdcage was left open, and the bird just flew away. I felt such an inner peace, a freedom. It was one of the most beautiful gifts I have ever been given, and it’s how I got the title for my album “Letting Go.”
I used to be stuck in lack mentality. Paralyzed by the what ifs. I would ruminate over endless questions that would keep me small: What if I make the wrong decision? What if I never make money? What if nobody buys my music? Toss in my creativity and tendency towards extreme thinking, and you can imagine the catastrophic nuggets that I would create (having no basis in reality.)
I no longer operate from that place. At the time, it didn’t even dawn on me that the questions that were swirling in my head were negatively based, and my subconscious was on the constant hunt to prove them all right. I reached a point in my life where I was willing to see things differently. I sought out teachers, authors, coaches, and healers to help reveal this to me. What I discovered has created a shift in me, allowing me to ask better questions: How can I add more value to the world? How can I tell this story so it can help the person who reads it? How can I grow in this moment?
Today, when you find yourself swirling over an obstacle or a negative question I invite you to pause, and reframe it. This simple change will create a massive shift.
My dad got my mom an upright piano for her birthday when I was two years old. I was an important part of the surprise. It was my job to distract her downstairs in the basement while the piano was being delivered. My dad called me upstairs to take a peek. I was so excited, I ran to the top of the stairs and shouted “Mom! Come up here and look at your new piano!”
Little did they know that day would change my life. I gravitated toward the keys. I would listen to songs on the radio, and then wander over to the piano and play them. I assumed everyone knew how to do this, much like tying your shoes. My parents decided to sign me up for piano lessons. I HATED theory. I quickly developed a system of trickery to get out of learning how to read music. My teacher would ask me how the lesson went for that week, and I would say “ok” then ask her to play it for me first. Once she played it, then I could. A few rounds of this, and she was hip to my action. Foiled.
In the 4th grade, when you get to choose an instrument, I picked the clarinet. I am pretty sure this was only because I didn’t have the lung capacity for the flute, which I thought was a much more delicate choice. I played the clarinet for 12 years, and pretty much hated it. It did however, force me to read a bit of music, so I was able to play with the band. I continued to play piano, just for the joy of it, by ear.