Transparent With Yourself

Listen to "Transparent With Yourself" on Spreaker. Telling yourself that you suck or you're stupid isn't being transparent with yourself. It's being rude and or abusive. Having that physical connection of openness has to be a place of respect as well as deliverance. Just because your mind body and soul live with you doesn't give you permission to flake out. Too often we put too much attention on the dollar being more valuable then the talent. Goals are set way too high and very rarely do we see a return on the investment. You can't properly function if you're not being transparent with yourself. Yeah I get it. This is the kind of talk that managers and other bosses love to toss around. Managing yourself is just as important. Who's in control of your wisdom? Which department has your faith in order? How are the energy sources in the areas of keeping doubt, fear and shame away from the infrastructure of personal success. Do you even know who you are versus what you think you like? Walmart doesn't sell a new us. Which means we need to find better focus on your talent having the greater value and not the dollar. Break free and find you again.

Dot On A Map

Listen to "Dot On The Map" on Spreaker. The upside of being a daily writer is getting the incredible opportunity to step back a few chapters or decades and see how far the mind body and soul have grown. The downside is having to endure what each were forced to walk through while pushing their journey toward this present place of now. We're all creatures of habit. If something gets twisted we'll usually act it out the same way. But what if the dot on the map becomes a newer set of seeds planted within a different layer of soil? It's perfectly everyday to plant the tiny things and move forward, totally forgetting the physical steps and or attempt. But as a daily writer there's a documented dot on the map. A place not necessarily designed for change but rather an open window that simply gives you peace of mind. A couple of years are pressed into the history books and you return to that page. Not because you're snooping on yourself. It's just happens. That dot on the map says more about you today by way of how far you've grown or have stayed away. Head doctors endlessly try to get their patients to write stuff down. Throw it away then take on the day. With so many distractions it becomes too easy to get sidetracked by other things and demands. The idea of wanting to take shelter or grow gets lost in the center of a crumpled up sheet of thoughts now sitting in a landfill. Try daily writing. Open your path. Teach your inner self that you aren't the one causing the troubles. Learn to work as a team and grow in ways that a tiny dot on a map kept alive in a book with so many darn pages.

Sacred Ground

Listen to "Sacred Ground" on Spreaker. You'll hear me say this a thousand times, "We were all born to be creative." Each of us have the tools to take what's normal today to a much higher level of vision meeting demand. I'm extremely guilty of trying to figure out why we have down time. Those moments when being creative is a horrid process. We all know people that were once extremely talented in the gift shop. Then it happened. Like a light switch all that made them creative went away. It's because someone other than them self took over their sacred ground. There's a weird thing about being human, we think it's completely natural to walk on the very soil of someone else's sacred ground. I'm not talking your yard or favorite place in the forest. That zone your mind body and soul reach for within the within. Meditation has permission to access that area of your energy. People don't. Nor should you allow anyone in. Here's where we get lost. Trust. We trust others to hold the keys to the front door of our sacred space. The first reaction is to get copies of those keys just in case you or they drop them along life's everyday path. And when you least expect, everything held within your sacred area has taken on the image of those you trust and not the individual you are. Understanding where your old self is can easily be located in the drive of those closest to your dreams. Time truly isn't moving too fast. We spend way too much time trying to catch up to a past shaped by sacred ground takeovers. Protect your space and everything growing with it.

Directing Ourselves Away from Direct Deposit

Listen to "Directing Our Way from Direct Deposit" on Spreaker. A friend wrote a very beautiful note to his wife on Facebook this morning. It was very open. Very touching and truly a lesson to be learned. Creative people have this weird way of thinking what we bring forward by way of art is conversation. But that's not truly the way it works. How many times have we heard people talk about their interpretation of the presentation? Without a voice being present we pretty much sit inside a cup of assumption. I wrote to the friend voicing his true love and respect for his wife. I wanted him to know how inspiring it was to for me to read his words. The hardest silence to identify is hidden the heart of those born to create. Just because the painting on the wall or song sounds fresh and vibrant doesn't always mean that's what's being felt. It requires an incredible wife or husband to reach beyond the moment to hear the truer voice. I'm a softy when it comes to a man admitting that he loves his wife and couldn't be where he is today without her. Such openness teaches us to bridge the gaps with love and support and not try and figure things out on our own. Another friend wrote to me this morning. He talked about how he was penning out a few bars of gratefulness and wanted to share it. My response was so totally me because I'm just weird. I said, "It's about staying true to each other. It's about growing together as a team. God never said that we were supposed to do this alone. We are to grow in a field that will one day be his harvest."

The Lyrics from Billy's Forest Chapter 95

Listen to "The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 95" on Spreaker. We face those walls all too many times. I still can't figure out why we don't just turn and walk away. Unless it's because there have been several times in our everyday challenges where the grass has been greener on the other side. But getting back becomes the lifelong challenge that feels like defeat. Now lets turn it around. What if we are deciding not to cross through to the other side of the wall? We've decided that we are comfortable right where we are. But God wants you and needs you to help someone locate victory on the other side. How do you bend or react? Do you set it aside knowing the energy is only going to get louder and stronger? Or do you allow your presence in the now to become part of the process of required growth?

This Instrument Has Something To Say Part Two

Listen to "This Instrument Has Something To Say Part 2" on Spreaker. My third grade teacher always reminded us that how we kept our desk is how we lived our life. I thought that was sorta cool to always be reminded of how we are perceived in other peoples lives. I believe how we treat our writing instruments showcases just as much of our hidden away personality. I watch people toss them, steal them, bite into them and break them in two when anger becomes the chosen path of delivery. I collect writing instruments that date all the way back to the 1920's. I'm so convinced that the original owners soul is still alive on the tip of that nib. How about that? Ghosts living in the bladder of an ancient maker of words. Imagine the ghosts we all carry. If the way we treat our writing instrument is a reflection of who we are then how do we treat other people? We toss them, steal them and bite into their thought process during a disagreement. Being aware of what we trust. And we all trust a writing instrument when its filled with ink. Being aware of how we live out our lives when the inkwell is full is a great daily study. But what becomes of your habits when there's no more ink? Some grab a Red Bull, go shopping, hit FaceBook for hours or take drugs. The cure for this pain killer epidemic in the world isn't here in the present. The first step is to identify the original owner. Then move through the process of continuation. Is a divorce truly final? When terminated in reality aren't you still using the skills picked up while there? A writing instrument. When you borrow it from a persons desk... aren't you in essence taking their mood swings and mindsets with you? Be aware of what you place on your path. Ghosts travel without having to purchase a ticket.

This Instrument Has Something To Say

Listen to "This Instrument Has Something To Say" on Spreaker. One of my passions in life is purchasing extremely old writing instruments. Most of them don't work. The bladder is dried up and most people look at them as being a piece of trash from a past we can't change. I pay to have them refurbished. To give the tip of that nib another opportunity to speak. To give the body that still holds a finger print or thought from the 1920's up a place to keep reaching. We treat the people in our lives the way we do writing instruments. Once gone. Enough said the party is over. And yet I still remember the odd ball junk my Grandparents in Wyoming endlessly put into my heart. Stuff that has the strength to take the curve out of the road and make the mountain look more like a mirage. My father passed away on May 7, 2015. He's more alive in my present then he was when he was present. His wisdom, wit and ways of protecting the path continue to teach my wandering self. What if I challenged you to purchase an old writing instrument? To hold it. To write with it. To put it away for future days of thought. Your heart will open in ways that will reconnect your steps toward those that were here before you. You aren't the first. You never were. You are part of the continuation. If forgetting your past is the deal. I can't imagine what those beyond you will be speaking. Ouch! Same goes for business owners that brag of being family owned and operated for ten billion chapters. But are you still true to the original seed? Not when the doors opened but the multiple years before it.