There’s only one principle of creation

There’s only one principle of creation: Live it

Live what you seek to create in your life. 

Live it. Breathe it. Embody it.

Be the deliciousness of it . . . however you can

Earlier in the week this realization struck hard. That all the principles of creating something are subsets of this one concept. 

Yes, you will want to imagine the end point. And visualize it. 

Yes, you’ll want to rough out a plan on how you might get there. 

Yes, you’ll want to take in as much information as you can. Hello books, internet, people who’ve been there, done that.

Yes, you’ll want to surround yourself with the best people you can find to assist you in your efforts.

Yes, you’ll want to start.

Yes, you’ll want to throw copious love and energy in its direction.

Yes, you’ll want to keep at it till you’ve shaken it from wispy unreality into stubborn reality.

When I think of the things that worked in my life — the dreams that ultimately came to fruition — they are the ones that became a part of me. 

Let me give you an anti-example

Around the time we launched our slender hope of an art gallery into the world I also imagined that I might become an artist. 

I sucked at art but was creative in my ability to work around my artistic deficit. I managed to sell a few bad paintings on the cheap, but overall it went nowhere. 

While initially I fancied I might wiggle my way into a career as an unartistic artist — they do exist, I’ve discovered — what I actually did took me on a different journey.

With my lover woman partner wife I opened an art gallery. 

So what did I live?

Being a small biz entrepreneur. 

I starved every hour of the day in keeping this fragile little flame alive. We worked seven-day weeks. And many nights. 

For years. For years, I tell you. 

Fast forward to today, 19 years hence. I am decidedly an art gallery owner, and emphatically not an artist.

(My wife, who I believed in more than she believed in herself, is an artist. Because she practices art. She lives it. It took years too. But she’s there.)

(I’m not.)

My funny friend Mike

I met my friend Mike for breakfast last week, fresh on the heels of this body-gripping insight that you must live whatever you seek to create.

Excitement so pervaded my system I was hyperventilating.

Mike: You mean like Nike? Just do it?

Me, breathless: Yes! Yes! 

I could see Mike thinking, So you could have paid more attention to their marketing and gotten this years ago?

Me: But it’s more than just doing it. It’s being it. It’s living with it in your thoughts. It’s feeling it. It’s steeping in it. It’s exploring it in the context of your life!

Yes, I’m sure that’s what Nike and thousands of others imply when they speak to you about doing something. Creating something.

But I just got it. Finally. The full fajita. The essence at the heart of creation. 

When I see a a good Mom, she’s not thinking of Momhood, oh, from time to time. She’s in there, living the thing. 

When I come across someone electrified by life, it’s almost certainly because they’re living their ideal in some fashion. They’re finding ways to insert their dream life into their daily life.

They may be leagues from their goal . . . no matter, they’ve figured out how to put what they want into their everyday existence. 

And that’s all it is. 

Living it.

Some people, it comes naturally, this understanding. Some it takes decades, like five decades. 

Living it means now. Not some future weekend, some future better time. In the easiest breeziest way, you go at it now.

Want to be a fashion designer? Living it means something simple in that direction today. You pull out the sketch pad, the scissors, some measuring tape, a piece of cloth.

Want to be a tri-athlete? Living it means hopping on the bike today. 

Living it is such a cool shorthand for all the advice on how to create something important. Living it means today. Cuz your life is now. 

Being it is the simplest way there. 

For you 

Evan Griffith

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Oh Wayne Dyer, we’re gonna miss you

Wayne, you may or may not have been able to cure yourself of leukemia. It doesn’t matter to me. 

You helped open up the culture to spirit power. For decades. 

You shined a light on our inner light. You asked us to amplify the best of ourselves. Even when we were hurting. Especially when we were hurting.

Here we are in a political season where on one side of the political spectrum you rise in the polls the more you bash others. That’s the anti-Wayne Dyer approach.

Your way was to embrace others. Even the man for whom your last wife left you. You invited him to your family Thanksgiving when it would have been easy to leave him out. 

Your way will ultimately win out. In a thousand years or ten thousand. Maybe a hundred thousand.

Or maybe in five hundred years. Maybe one hundred. Astounding things happen when new behaviors get set in motion. There comes a tipping point.

You are one in a long line of Americans going back to Emerson asking us to see ourselves as connected. You embraced Jesus and Lao Tzu, A Course in Miracles and Abraham Hicks. 

You embraced wisdom from all over, regardless of its source. Rumi and Patanjali romped through your fields. You heralded everyday people who found pivot points away from suffering and into awe. You held them up, mortal and immortal alike, and we loved you for it.

We loved you for your humanity. Three marriages, and even the third one didn’t take. We loved you for your common touch. We loved you for your ability to take hold of an idea and present it like a flower . . . as something beautiful to behold. 

We who hope to trod your path will miss you even as we are buoyed up by the messages in your life’s work. You believed in belief itself. That if we could only alter the way we see the world, then the world we’re seeing would change too. 

We will miss you. Your sense of goodness at every turn. 

It seems a simple thing. To find the good in pain. To feel the ecstasy of creation even when things go awry. But it’s not. Or else that would be a common trait.