I’m coming out! The purple lips edition.

February 6, 2010 by LifeBlazing

This is a follow-up to my turtle-post about sticking your neck out.

I am a communicator.  I love words.  And lots of times, they love me, too.

One kind of communication (writing) is a lot less scary than another kind (speaking).  You may have heard the statistic that public speaking is ranked as people’s #1 fear?  Even trumping death.

You know what scares me even more than public speaking and death?

Knowing what I want, and not reaching for it.  With gusto.  (What, exactly, am I waiting for?)  Malcolm S. Forbes said:

“The biggest mistake people make in life
is not trying to make a living at doing what they most enjoy.”

I agree.  Hence this coming out announcement.  With a request.

  1. The announcement:  I want to be a professional (as in paid) speaker.
  2. The request:  See those big, purple lips on the upper right-side of your screen?  Click ‘em! And if you know of anyone who might be interested in what I’m up to, share that link with them, please.  Or direct them to this site.

Your help is so appreciated!  This turtle thanks you ;-)

Stick your neck out, much?

February 3, 2010 by LifeBlazing

I ask because of a lesson I had been resisting:

It’s darn hard to move forward if you don’t stick your neck out.

Have you ever seen a turtle walk with its head still in its shell?  Me either.

Even if slow… go.

Even if afraid… go.

Even if you make a mistake, and have to change paths at some point… go.

It’s a life.  It’s supposed to be used.  All the way up.

“When someone shows you who they are…

January 31, 2010 by LifeBlazing

…believe them the first time.” ~Maya Angelou

First time.  That’s the part that got me.  It didn’t feel spacious or gracious.  It was a zero-tolerance policy I wasn’t yet familiar with.  Or, more truthfully, I didn’t yet feel deserving enough to enforce.  But that’s a-changing…

I was seated in the Arie Crown Theater of the McCormick Place (America’s largest convention center, BTW.  Go Chicago!).  This special event happened sometime in the ’90s (memory blur… anybody out there remember the exact date?), and it was created so Oprah could share her steps to success with a large, live crowd.  Yes, of course, we all got great goodie bags, but I digress.

At some point in her presentation, Oprah shared the above quote from her friend and mentor Maya Angelou“When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” It stung me when she said it.  The truth of it was so sharp, it actually cut me a little.

Which is a far better cut to endure, I’m learning, than if you don’t heed that strong advice.

If you fail to believe a person when they show you who they are the first time, you sign up for a lengthy ride where you hope to be surprised.  But aren’t.

So you knew all along that whatever that thing you saw — that red-flag… that Twilight-Zone episode that you lived… that spontaneous breakdown in the bathroom — had always been there.  But you chose to be blinded by optimism.

Or, the other way it can work, is that your Future/Higher self sees the Real Deal, but your At-That-Moment self hadn’t grown there yet.  (Translation:  What you think is wonderlicious in 2009 might start to smell sour and rancid in 2011.)

So if you took a job or, heck, even a marriage that you had some reservations about, but you went forward with anyway, only to later find that your first hunch was correct, if I may add a little honey to Maya’s strong tea:  Do not fret.  Nothing was wasted. Remember, you can’t break your life.  When you went forward with that choice, it matched who you were at that time.  And the teeny-tiny-oh-so-polite pause you felt was your Essence (the part of you that is eternal) giving a gentle heads-up that you could eventually evolve or grow beyond that circumstance.

Some of us hasten toward that evolutionary growth.  Some of us stunt it entirely.

However we choose to proceed is just fine.  What matters is that we make the choice consciously, because that will relieve the frustration and resentment that comes with playing small, and the fear and vulnerability that comes with playing big.

Two cents on a Sunday afternoon.

An open letter of encouragement for anyone who needs a kind word.

January 30, 2010 by LifeBlazing

A wonderful friend of mine told me she was “in a pit.”  I wrote her the note below, only to find I would soon need its comfort myself.  And who knows… maybe some of you do, too?  I hope your life is feeling so good to you right now, that you don’t need to hear this.  But just in case:

Dear precious person with a hurt,

If there is anything I can do to assist you, please don’t ever hesitate to let me know.  I mean that with all my heart.  You are such a bright, radiant spirit and you deserve no less in life than the warm light you emit so abundantly.  I know sometimes darkness and shadows creep their way near us, and that is when we are to call on our soul-friends to flex on our behalf.  I am here to serve as your soul-friend in that way.  I am here to remind you that your current pit is seeding your next, sweet fruit.  Please find solace in the seed, knowing that any suffering you may be enduring is evolving your life forward. Even if it feels just the opposite.  Life insists on its own evolution.  Thank God, lest our tears feel purposeless.  When, really, the salt we shed is a promise of rhapsody to come. And if you find you cannot raise yourself from the pit, then simply rest right in it, beloved.  Settle in; take a nap; and only rise when you feel darn well ready to!  Again, I am here for and with you.

Love,
Erika

How to find and work from your innate expertise.

January 20, 2010 by LifeBlazing

in*nate – (adjective) 1.  existing in one from birth; inborn; native. 2. inherent in the essential character of something. 3. originating in or arising from the constitution of the mind, rather than learned through experience.

Innate expertise is your persistent itch.  That lingering curiosity, idea, question, ability, outrage, daydream, puzzle… that refrain you always return to no matter what your days have brought to you (or have taken away from you).  That itch… that refrain… has attached itself to you.  And it has resided within your heart, within your consciousness, for so long now that it is surely a part of you.  This kind of expertise cannot be taught or learned.  It is lived.  It is breathed.  It is pulsed. And you have done the living, the breathing, and the pulsing of It.

That deep knowledge is so uniquely yours, no one else can claim it, let alone do anything useful with it.  Not like you can.  So you see how important it is that you say the biggest YES to this expertise than you have ever said before?  Because if you don’t, that particular gift of expertise will perish.

May this post serve as a loving midwife that helps you birth your Innate Expertise as only you can birth it.  And delivering that Innate Expertise will not only make you feel more relieved and clear — less bloated with stagnant ideas and inspiration — it will also make things better for the world around you.

Mine are clustered, like a bunch of grapes, and the chief ones are:

What are yours?  Those signs of Life and Giftedness that won’t stop kicking ’til they see the light of day…

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. on Technology

January 18, 2010 by LifeBlazing

“When we look at modern man, we have to face the fact that modern man suffers from a kind of poverty of the spirit, which stands in glaring contrast to its scientific and technological abundance.  We’ve learned to fly the air like birds, we’ve learned to swim the seas like fish, and yet we haven’t learned to walk the Earth as brothers and sisters.”

Sensitives, how do you “flip” a negative label?

January 15, 2010 by LifeBlazing

“Don’t be so sensitive.”

If you are an HSP, that statement is probably one of the most self-negating things you can possibly hear.  And I bet you hear it a lot more than you’d care to.  Seeing how we live in a largely insensitive world.

That being the case, the S-word has taken on a lot of misplaced baggage.  It’s been wrongly associated with undesirable terms like “weak” and “incapable.”  So we’ve got some cleaning and clarifying to do.  Some straightening of the social records that have become quite a mess, and that keep a “virtue” mistakenly classified as a “flaw.”

Q:  What’s one way we can remove the pejorative sting from a word that describes our very core?

A:  With a full embrace and radical re-claiming of the S-word.

Things like “rights” and “recognition” rarely float into the laps of those who deserve them.  Usually they have to be insisted upon.  This is what many sensitive writers and coaches — like Elaine Aron, Jenna Avery, Douglas Eby, Thomas Eldridge, Jenna Forrest, Jim Hallowes, Cliff Harwin, Barrie Jaeger, Grace KerinaMarti Olsen Laney, Peter MesserschmidtRose Rosetree, Michael Smith, Jacquelyn Strickland, Tribe, Ane Weed, and Ted Zeff — have been working toward.

I’ve joined them, and have spent the past year working to leverage the neurological trait of high sensitivity.  For the 20% of the world’s population who are born with this genetic trait, nerve-based sensitivity is still amazingly under-recognized and under-discussed.

So maybe we can start leaving bread-crumbs?  The evangelical kind.  Maybe we can create a lil’ cultural intrigue, and get conversations started.  The unapologetic kind.  About who you are.  And how you are.  Your presence makes the world a more enjoyable place to be in.  Why not come clean about how you do that?  How you bring forth those calm, healing, creative, compassionate, insightful, intuitive, delicate, refined, inventive, empathic qualities wherever you go.

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Got a decision to make? This might help.

January 7, 2010 by LifeBlazing

This is my first time blogging about a dream.  It’s fresh.  Only a few hours old.  And I think it’s got potential to be helpful to anyone facing a decision to be made.

It was a very simple and direct dream.

Three roads.

As in the image above, I stood at a point on a path that branched off into three different directions.  I didn’t feel certain about which way to proceed.  I took a few steps forward into the center path, and it lit up.  The path got bright golden and illuminated.  It was beautiful.  And you’d think that’d be enough to encourage me to keep going forward, but nooo… I couldn’t stop wondering, “What about the left path?  What does it offer?  Where does it lead?”  So I backtracked, took a few steps on the left path, and it lit up, too.

Huh?

And while enjoying the warm glow from the now-lit left path, I again wondered, “What about the right path?  What does it offer?  Where does it lead?”  Again, I backtracked, took a few steps on the right path, and sure enough, it also lit up.

The thing I instantly and intuitively understood in my dream was that whichever path I set my feet to, light was provided upon contact.  Not before I stepped on it.  And not after I departed from it.  The point was that my decision preceded the light; not the other way around.  That is wildly liberating because it means there are no “wrong” paths.  Nothing is wasted.  Whatever shows up on the left/center/right path is purposeful.  So there’s no need to be fearful about making the wrong choice, because it can all be composted and recycled.  Failed marriages.  Filed bankruptcies.  Tanked careers.  Foreclosed homes.  Unfinished degrees.  Unsatisfying relocations.  Whatever might appear to be the fruit of a poor decision is — somehow — moving you forward in your life.  So choose.  And step.  With the purity and adventuresomeness of a child.  You can’t break your life.  And even if you dent or scratch it, those marks are just evidence of the fact that you have gone somewhere.  Better that, than the garaged vehicle that rarely gets its engine revved.

Bubble-wrap.

The other part of this dream was that while I was experimenting with the three paths, I was holding an object in my hand.  Apparently it was very precious and valuable, because it was covered with several layers of protective bubble-wrap.  At some point, I got tired of the bulk of the bubble-wrap and removed it.  I woke up before I got to see what the object was, but I got the understanding behind it anyway.  An object covered in bubble-wrap cannot be enjoyed.  Sure it’s safe from damage, but what the heck can you do with it… buried beneath all those plastic bubbles?  Again, risk the dings and dents and savor the thing (whatever it is).

An Invitation for Six Sensitives Ready To Live In More Power Than Ever Before

January 2, 2010 by LifeBlazing

Yogi Bhajan said that women are 16 times stronger than men…

…but that our self-esteem is 16 times weaker.

The idea of that is interesting to me.  And is also relevant to Sensitives whose very presence can transform a harsh reality into one more beautiful and peace-filled.  But we often lack the decisive will to do so.

Too often, we seek permission outside of ourselves to shine at our brightest levels.  To radiate our luminous strength just because the expression of that strength looks and feels different from the majority.  But it is that (sensitively-informed) difference that the world thirsts for.  It is that (sensitively-empowered) difference that we are equipped to bring forth like no one else can do.

Those of us who live with heightened awareness, perception and sensitivity are just two steps away from living lives of purpose, power and ecstasy:

  1. Master the various aspects and opportunities that accompany our sensitivity; and
  2. Direct that power to our benefit, and to the benefit of something beyond ourselves.

On Friday, January 15th, 2010 Santari Green and I will open a gateway for six Sensitives ready to access and activate this splendid way of living.

Click here for all the details about this transformative teleclass series.

A New Year’s Love Letter

December 31, 2009 by LifeBlazing

Dear 2010,

I am so excited for your arrival.  I’ve been preparing for you my entire life.

I’m not sure why, but I didn’t feel quite this way about 2009.  It was just different.  I was different.

But now… I await you with fully ripened love.  Tempered.  And arms wide open.

Come to mama.