Come into the new year with your bigger vision

doodling of our then 8-year old

It’s an exciting time of year. Old troubles evaporate in the light of plans for the upcoming year.

People everywhere  you may be one of them  are crafting New Year’s resolutions as we speak. I’m a tweaker  one thing at a time until it takes  so I tend to shy away from sweeping resolutions.

But I do know this, make sure you come into the new year with your big vision. While planning that diet change, while scheduling those gym visits . . . conjure up your larger vision.

What do you really want your life to look like? What do you want your body and your relationships and your wallet to feel like?

Cast that net big and wide. You’ve heard the saying, Shit happens.

You know what you don’t hear that’s even truer? 

Visions happen. 

Dreams come true. 

But  and this cannot be emphasized enough  you must envision that ideal first. 

Now’s your time. You’ve got a few hours remaining until the new year. You’ve got all day on the first of the year. And in a happy confluence of timing, after that you’ve got all weekend! 

That’s a whole lot of time to solidify the big vision. What would really really excite you?

What is it?

Is it making a living by your creative wits?

Is it running a marathon?

(My inner being just gasped in horror. Running a marathon is emphatically on my Things Not To Do In This Lifetime list 🙂

Is it a freelance career?

Is it a successful freelance career?

Is it living amongst trees? Is it living near big water? Is it living wholeheartedly happy? Is it living engaged? Is it making a difference? 

What is it?

This is your time to conjure up the big satisfying vision. You may only take a baby step in that direction, but that’s all that’s required of you. To dream it . . . and then to move toward it in the most fulfilling way.

This year, as in each of the past three years, big honking dreams have come true in my life. These were impossible dreams at the time of their inception. Now? They reside in my reality.

This will happen to you too, if you dare dream it.

For you 

Evan Griffith
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83-year-old blogger Christopher Foster on the upside to cancer (Yeah, there is one)

Sometimes a little random internet surfing changes the tenor of your days. Really, sometimes cruising from link to link takes you to a place that changes your life.

I’m privileged to have come across 83-year-old blogger Christopher Foster several years ago this way at The Happy Seeker blog. Foster writes with soul-nourishing clarity on the subject of life and aging.

Ever since I’ve been a rabid fan. I come to Chris Foster’s work as often as I can. There’s no one else writing with such wonder in the face of adversity. Few tease out love so consistently from the sometimes knotted and gnarled experience that comes our way.
Here’s an example, excerpted from his latest book, where Foster recounts hearing his diagnosis for the first time:

I listened with a mix of bewilderment and disbelief as she said she had referred me to Dr. Brown, a good surgeon she had worked with for many years, for an initial consultation. 

The call was like a bolt of lightning out of a clear blue sky. I mean, how could this be? Haven’t I been a seeker of truth all my life? 

It’s true that I’m not especially religious, but I am spiritual. As a child of 15, I cried out suddenly to my father one day at the lunch table in our middle-class home in South London, “I want to find the truth of life.” 

It didn’t go over very well. My dad, a veteran reporter who got his first job on a London daily newspaper when he was only 19 years old, was horrified— perhaps understandably so. We began to argue.  

“There’s no such thing as truth,” he shouted at one point as our exchange became more and more heated. I will never forget the dismay on my mother’s face as dad slapped me across the face, and without a word, churning with anger I stood and left the room.

Now, decades later, the doctor’s news left me wondering: haven’t I done my best to be true to myself and listen to my inner voice no matter where it took me? 

I’m active. I love life. I love my wife. I love nature. I try to stay fit. I go for a walk every day and lift weights three times a week. Not only that, I’m in my 80s, for goodness sake. I’ve had more than enough drama and tragedy in my life already, thank you very much. 

But cancer found me out. And though I didn’t know it at the time, as uncertainty, dismay and fear rose up in me, cancer would become my mentor. 

We have all had many teachers, many mentors through the course of our lives. When I was a young fellow looking for meaning in an alien world, I carried Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass with me in my coat pocket for two years. Wherever I went, Walt went too. 

But cancer can be a teacher too. The root of the word “education” is the Latin “educo,” to draw forth. Cancer, as I’ve mentioned, has the power to draw forth from us qualities of our true nature essential to a courageous, happy, meaningful life.

This is just the beginning of a spiritual adventure for Christopher Foster, one you’ll be glad to have joined. 

I’ve never had cancer. This is emphatically not a book solely for cancer patients and their kith and kin. I’ve not had cancer but I’ve had life. I’ve had setbacks and I’ve experienced glories. If you live somewhere between these those extremes of the human condition, this book is for you.

Do yourself a favor and check out Christopher Foster’s book The Upside of Cancer: How a Feared Illness Led Me to Courage, Wisdom and Inner Peace

For you 

Evan Griffith
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Me, interviewed

See this good-looking if unhinged dude?
That’s not me . . .
It’s Travis Thomas of the Weekly YAP

Check out this podcast interview on themes and stories found in Burn, Baby, Burn: Spark The Creative Spirit Within. (The bookito is available here on Amazon). 

Speaker and workshop merrymaker Travis Thomas interviews me at length. Deftly I might add. Because he knows me well, this is possibly the best interview that will ever be done on the creative and spiritual themes laced throughout Burn Baby Burn.

Go to minute 8:00 if you’re keen to get straight into our talk. (Though Travis’s preamble on other matters has plenty to interest you in its own right.)

Now, off with you. Enjoy this charged and informative conversation. It was raucous fun to record. Here’s the link again.

Drop me a line to let me know what you thought.


Burn Baby Burn: Spark The Creative Spirit Within (it’s LIVE on Amazon!)

Hey you fine peoples —
Looking for a good book to read for the holidays? Or one to gift?
I’m excited to announce that Burn, Baby, Burn: Spark The Creative Spirit Within is LIVE on Amazon as an ebook.
Burn Baby Burn is a little book about amplifying your creative power, through a simple practice. It’s based on 3 protocols that have proven highly effective for me: 
— Be clear (Often)

— Express love energy (Daily)

— Renew (As needed)
I think you’ll enjoy the stories that bring these ideas to life.
Click here to buy it and read it now . . . or to give it as a gift to someone creative you know.
As you read it, circle back and let me know your thoughts. I’m oh so curious to hear what you think.
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Crazy, kind-hearted gestures

Julian, who works with us at the gallery, was carting a hefty wooden crate out the entryway when his Dad drove by and tossed a shopping bag at him. 

Inside were some cool Sanuk shoes Mr. C had spontaneously picked up for his son. A few minutes later when Julian scooted off to thank his dad, who was having breakfast a couple of doors down, I jokingly shouted: “Tell him I’m size 10 and a half!”

Julian did, extending the joke . . . and damn if Mr. C didn’t slide on over to the mall again later in the day, surprising me with the shoes you see above.

(Photo capture of the Sanuks in their natural habitat.)

Some people choose to delight random people whenever they can. Mr. C is one of them. Crazy, kind-hearted gestures go far beyond the moment. They pay dividends into the future.

Now I’m on the hunt to surprise and delight some other unsuspecting person . . .

In a world of occasional spasms of impersonal violence, the best antidote is frequent shock and awe of the generous-hearted kind. Like Mr. C displayed this week.

For you 

Evan Griffith

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