Imagine finally unlocking the remaining secret…

…and realizing it was within you the entire time.

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– Bruce D. Schneider, MCC, Founder, iPEC Coaching; Author, Energy Leadership

Filling with Light

A Guided Meditation

Energy is bubbling, and it is giving us the chance to choose what we want that energy to become. It is up to each and every one of us.

My last post was about what each of us can do, with our unique gifts.

This is me, offering mine.

Post-Election: How to Move Forward

(Without Shooting Ourselves in the Foot)

Like so many of you, I have spent the past several days sorting through a seemingly endless set of emotions – ranging from disbelief, fear, and horror, all the way to peace, inspiration, and love.

(Courtesy: Gratisography)

(Courtesy: Gratisography)

What I’ve noticed – in the aftermath of the election – is a lot of different people responding in a lot of different ways.

And many of them are saying that we should be responding the same way they are.

This, friends, is dangerous.


Too Much Pushing

Here’s the thing. We cannot push someone to be something they are not.

In fact, most of the time when people are pushed, they either shut down or resist.

Example #1: the gentle person who reads countless Facebook posts about how we must fight the demagogue, rally against the mysogeny, rage against the (new) machine. This is not in their nature. They shut down from shame that they are not picking up the battle cry. They do nothing.

Example #2: the warrior who hears the peaceful call for love and light. This is not in their nature, at least not right now. They begin to take up arms against their own team, because they feel this “peaceful” approach is passive and ineffective – a sign of apathy or worse.

In either scenario, we are shooting ourselves in the foot. We are taking down our own forces. We are weakening ourselves and our cause.


We Are All Different

What I have to say is this:

There is no singular “right way” to respond.

We are all different – even those of us on the same side of this political debacle.

I have watched these past days as different friends make different impassioned pleas.

Some argue that we must fight.

Others (myself included) claim that we must love.

The list is endless.

And the truth is this:

We must each move forward in the way that is most empowered for us.

And as we move forward together we must be allowed – nay, encouraged – to do it separately and in our own ways.

We must each be allowed – nay, encouraged – to tap into our own unique gifts, as we attempt not just to make sense of what has happened, but to take deliberate steps in creating a solution. For some, that means marching in the streets. For others, that means meditating. For others still, that means volunteering for Planned Parenthood or a local LGBTQ organization.

What we must do is take action.

What we can’t do is pressure each other to take action that is not aligned.

That would put us working against each other.

We simply cannot afford to do that right now.


What To Do

Some people are angry – they’re fierce and fired up. This is beautiful! Their charge is to take action that feels aligned with their call to fight.

Some people are scared – they worry what will happen to them or their loved ones. This is beautiful! Their charge is to take action that feels aligned with protecting those who might be in danger.

Some people are feeling called to Love more – they feel that this is the way to heal the open wounds. This is beautiful! Their charge is to take action that feels aligned with their desire to share love.

Some people are just plain stunned – they will remain “stuck” if not offered an opportunity that feels totally do-able to them. This too is beautiful! Their charge is to feel around inside of themselves, until they find an activity that feels great, and then do that! It might be baking cupcakes and delivering them to a soup kitchen. It might be volunteering to tutor high school kids. It might be helping out at the library book sale.

The only thing we can ask of each other are these three (3) things:

  1. Do something
  2. Ensure that your something feels good (so that you are bringing good-feelings into the world)
  3. Ensure that your something is of benefit to at least one person other than you

You see, we are each coming into this situation as completely different beings – with different perspectives, life experiences, strengths and gifts. What works for one will not work for all.

Our best, most empowered approach is one in which we encourage each others’ gifts into action.

Repeatedly. In a committed way. Over the long-haul.


In Closing

We must genuinely support that which the other is doing.

We must raise each other up for stepping into action.

We must recognize that we’re all in this together, and that our separate gifts are working toward the same cause.

We must come to see that we are all in the same orchestra, playing our own unique instruments.

Because above all else, this is an opportunity for every single one of us to tap into an even better part of ourselves.

And to encourage everyone around us to do the same.

This is how we unify.

Rock Music and Big Dreams

I have a secret to share.

For many years I held the dream of working with rock musicians.

That’s right. My Big Dream was to do energy coaching with bands – with the guys (or girls) making serious waves in the world through their tunes.

I had more than a few people tell me this was crazy (okay, there were only a few people who didn’t tell me it was crazy).

But that didn’t matter.

The pull was real and it was deep.

So I persevered. I made it happen. I worked back stage at festivals and other shows doing reiki and reflexology. While I wasn’t using the truest of my gifts (energy coaching), it was close enough.

And I was utterly thrilled by the whole of it – by being able to make a difference for those who were making a difference for thousands of others, even if just for a day.

I was filling the people who were filling others.

I was doing it in a setting that brought me endless joy (live music).

And it was beautiful.

Until I saw it slipping away.

See, I wasn’t interested in pounding down doors in LA and NYC, just to get a gig – and I came to see that’s what it took to get into the scene. I tapped every resource I had: a friend who writes for Rolling Stone, others who are producers or musicians themselves. There were just too many layers for any but the most toughened person to get through.

And I certainly wasn’t going the step further of offering “favors” in order to be invited to work at gigs. No joke, I worked side by side with at least one woman who was as much call girl as masseuse.

No, not my scene. Not in the least.

So I came to see it as the impossible dream that everyone had told me it was.

I let it go.

And in all honesty, I thought it was gone.

Friends would ask me about it from time to time, and I’d genuinely say that I had moved on to working with other types of “change agents,” and that I loved this new direction my work had taken me.

And I do!

That hasn’t changed.

But today, something did change.

I stumbled upon a music video that moved me. And then another that was too beautiful not to share. And then something called me to track down Mumford and Sons at Red Rocks (see above), which is an all-time favorite. And then I was hooked.

I was reminded that my Big Dream is alive and well.

I was reminded because instead of just listening, I actually took the time to watch the music being made.

And there it was: the magic.

The pull.

I watched the musicians allow their gifts to move through them. I watched the years of blood, sweat – and surely tears – that brought them to where they are. I watched the looks, smiles, nods, and every other form of subtle communication that happens between band members as they navigate the waters of creating art. Together.

And I watched the crowd.

I watched as the joy picked them up and carried them in a flow that was the music. I watched as the vibration literally moved through their bodies, and raised them up, if even for only an hour or two. I watched as tens of thousands of people celebrated, danced, reveled. Together.

And I watched the musicians as people who were pouring their life force into the love of their lives: their music. I watched, knowing that they were in the flow of creation, an alternate space, a peak experience, a place where transcendence happens.

And I watched something else, too.

(Recommendation: Start at 49:08 and don’t stop until 55:08!)

I watched the humanness of these guys, knowing that their challenges are just as real as the rest of ours, in spite of the bigness of their lives.

I watched knowing that their challenges are actually amplified by life in the spotlight, by the difficulties of being a hero while on tour, and then a regular person once they return home. Home, to a partner and maybe kids, or to no one. To dishes to be washed and bills to be paid.

Home, where they no longer have their band of brothers next to them, or their fans there to worship them.

Home, to a life without those grand hours of creation.

Home, to existence as a mere mortal, no longer in the space of transcendence.

This, I thought. This is the space that is calling me.

But here’s the thing: this time, I feel it in a grounded, balanced way. I feel it powerfully, keeping pace with the knowing that it will come in its own time. I no longer feel the need or desire to chase it. Instead, I am fully content to know it’s on its way. And I am as thrilled as ever to continue the work I am doing now, with the amazing souls I’m currently serving.

There’s such freedom in this knowing.

And truthfully, there’s a whole lot of joy that is coursing through my veins, because today I visited one of my happy places: watching music being made and an entire crowd of people being lifted. Together.


#rock #mumfordandsons, #music, #musicians #dream #dreambig #goal

The Discomfort of Being Human

I spent a number of days last week wrestling with some uncomfortable growing pains. Connecting In

At first I was blaming these pains on things in my physical world…my puppy is once again acting up; my book is in the exciting, but intense final stages before publication; we’re renovating our kitchen; my husband is in Africa for a couple weeks; my kids are both sick; I did a power-travel to California for a 3-day event; it’s been cold and rainy instead of beautiful New England Autumn; the list goes on.

Yes, there’s a lot going on in my physical world. And yes, I am tired – mentally, physically, emotionally.

But eventually the root of it finally appeared to me:

I have been ignoring my non-physical world.

Hear me out.

I am not much of a meditator. Yes, I go into that place when I lead clients into guided visualizations – and it clears me right out and fills me right up.

But I don’t have a “real” meditation practice. I don’t deliberately sit in silence, or do any intentional, daily connecting.

And since I’ve been focusing on a new series of programs and retreats these past few months, I’ve cut back on my one-on-one clients. That translates to cutting back on those chances to go into sacred space.

Add to that the fact that I’ve also been “too busy” to read – and connect through – the deeply tapped-in books that I typically start my day with. This too translates to “no aligning with the highest truths of the Universe, no conscious-allowing of Source to flow through me.”

Instead, I’ve become ridiculously human.

What do I mean by this? I mean that I’ve been devoting my time and energy almost exclusively to the outer form of things – the physical world and relationships therein. I’ve been focusing on my business, my family and my friends.

Which, of course, is great – to focus on these things that I love so much.

But it’s not enough.

I have fallen out of balance.

And on the one hand, I know that this is okay. I’ve gotten really good at remembering my own wisdom that “if I were meant to be fully enlightened, I would have stayed in Spirit form.”

But on the other hand, I know that living with almost an exclusive focus on the physical world has hampered my peace, my joy, my manifestation powers, and my ability to teach and uplift.

This lesson has been popping up for me a lot in 2016. I know it is the journey of facing a new challenge (for me, it’s taking my business to the next level – for others it might be leaving a relationship, or coming to peace with their body), while remaining deeply grounded.

Life challenges are tough enough on their own. Facing them when we’re off-balance, when we’re not directly in touch with – and being supported by – our Higher Selves, makes them even tougher.

On the other hand, when we can find our grounding – our balance, our deepest powers – then we move through these challenges with grace and often-times ease.

I know all this.

And yet I still fall off the blasted horse.

So now it is time to pick myself up, dust myself off, and climb right back onto that horse; into the way of being that I know serves me – and the world – in the highest ways possible.

My intention with this awareness, and with this post, is to recommit to my inner practice. Here’s what it will look like for me:

  1. I intend to be the witness of where I currently am
  2. I intend to observe this place without judgement
  3. I intend to return to a daily practice of tapping in, through whatever form feels downstream and expansive to me (currently I am reading “The I AM Discourses” – this will be my practice)

If you are facing a challenge, I invite you to create a similar plan, a similar practice. Make sure it’s something that feels deeply good to you. If it helps to write it down, or find an accountability partner, do that too.

I teach my clients that the path of growth is similar to a trail spiraling up a mountain: we often get to a place where we look at the view and think “What? I’ve been here before! This again??”

I am, of course, finding myself at such a juncture.

Thankfully I’ve been reminding myself of the second part of the spiral-trail story: if we pay attention, we see that while we are overlooking the same view (situation, challenge, trigger), we are invariably seeing it from a higher elevation.

We are always growing. We might revisit a lesson, but always, always, we are different each time we encounter it.

The human journey up that spiral mountain path is not easy.

It is the discomfort of being human.

But when we choose look at it from the right angle – when we realize we’re at a higher elevation each time around – we can celebrate it as the growth that it unquestionably is.

Why We Hold on to Negativity

And 4 tricks to let it go

I am furious.

At my dog. Who ran away. Again.

Actually, if I’m being truthful, he sauntered.

Photo Courtesy: Gratisography

Photo Courtesy: Gratisography


Regardless – this is not about the speed of my dog’s movement, but rather the speed of my movement.

As I stood in my kitchen seething with a quiet rage (at being duped, at having to take the time to go find him, and having ever-more stuff on my plate), I realized this was one of those times where I could choose to walk my talk (as an Energy Mastery Coach), or I could inadvertently let my emotions take charge of me.

I knew which I wanted, and my question soon became Keep Reading…>>

Why Softness Matters

5 ways to do more by being calmer

I was feeling pretty hard-edged for the first few months of the year. If you’ve read any of my recent blog posts, you may have noticed as much.

Oddly enough, I didn’t even notice it.

Photo courtesy Flickr (dictay2000)

Photo courtesy Flickr (dictay2000)

And the funny thing is, as an Energy Coach, it would be the first thing I’d notice if I met myself on the street. I wouldn’t judge it – I would just see it for what it was.

And I would realize that with some balancing, I’d be a lot more powerful.

But since it was me, and my own life, I was blind to it. I just kept on plugging away, pushing things into being, Keep Reading…>>

My Money Wasn’t Where My Mouth Was (or something like that)

Vulnerable stuff ahead…

I had an “ah-ha!” moment with my coach last week (yes, even I have a coach…and I’m way better for it!) that my definition of SUCCESS didn’t add up to my definition of success. It sounds convoluted, and it is, which is perhaps why I hadn’t even noticed it before.

Here’s what happened:

Photo – Courtesy Gratisography

Photo – Courtesy Gratisography

I have a business that I LOVE!

But…. I’m not yet serving as many people as I know I’m meant to serve. And I don’t yet have the income that I know I’m meant to have.

And I just now realized (yes, just now) that because of these things, I often feel more like a failure than a SUCCESS.

Which makes sense…but also TOTALLY doesn’t. Keep Reading…>>

Saying Yes! to You: Why it matters & how to do it

Our boss “should” praise us; our partner “should” compliment us; our kids “should” thank us. But how often do any of these things happen? If we keep waiting around for them, we begin to feel very, very empty.

I’m going to propose something radical here: I going to suggest that it’s time we all begin filling ourselves, rather than expecting others to do it for us.

Photo courtesy: Creative Commons

Photo courtesy: Creative Commons

I wonder how many of you had some resistance flare up just now?

“I don’t have time to say ‘yes’ to me! Whoever heard of such a preposterous idea! I would never be that selfish!”

I can almost see a grandmother – or a Puritan!– poo-pooing the concept. You likely have the same voices in your head, saying that exact sort of thing. Keep Reading…>>


5 steps to help you not freak out

I just got a puppy. For the first time. Ever. And he’s 100% adorable and sweet (as you can see).

But holy smokes he is triggering me!

How can such a cutie possibly trigger me?

I know, how is that possible with a face as cute as this?

See, I didn’t actually want a new baby. (I know, a puppy isn’t a baby. But you’ve got to admit there are some similarities from the whole “totally dependent and time-consuming” angle.)

I’d had some pretty intense post-partum depression after my first baby. So there’s the trigger right there – this lack-of-freedom, and being-at-someone’s-beck-and-call is all too familiar. In a not-so-fun-way. Keep Reading…>>