Note: Clarity 1.20.2020

Today is one of those days that looks jaunty when you write it out:

1-20-2020

If you haven’t already, it’s a good day to get clear for your year.

Mine has been a hodge podge, the on ramp to Vision 2020 has been chaotic. It’s not that I’m not trying things, it’s that I haven’t been able to winnow the hours in my days down to…

The. Most. Important. Things.

So — are you with me? In the remaining hours of Day 20 of 2020, let’s try one more time.

There’s no shame in missing the mark.

A forever friend frequently uses the whole freaking month of January to try things out — to deliberate — to hone what he thinks is really essential for the coming year.

And then he recommits in February to his now-refined program.

So we’re getting a jump on him : -)

(Really, every day is a brand new reality beckoning for clarity — this one just has a cool sequence of numbers attached to it — why not use it as a new starting point?)

If your year has gotten off to a maddening start — if the holidays whirled you around and dumped you into the new year with vertigo-inducing suddenness — if you feel like sneakers in the dryer — today’s your chance.

Rather, tonight’s your chance — there are only a few hours left.

I’m going to finish everything up early and go to my favorite spot — which is anywhere I can sit and be silent.

I’ll have a pen and pad with me.

I’ll ask Clarity in — Clarity likes that, a playful request — then I’ll let Clarity crackle — I’ll let Clarity channel herself through my fingertips.

One thing might get written down.

Maybe two.

But — heaven forfend! — never more than three.

Because this:

If you have more than three priorities, you don’t have any.

~ Jim Collins

Have fun with it.

That what life mostly asks of us anyway.

. . . . .

Be clear in your vision —
Be clear in your purpose

#NotesForCreators

(That’s the first principle in Burn Baby Burn.)

(You won’t be surprised to hear there are only three principles in Burn Baby Burn.)

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Note: You, creator

This is a simple PSA — a Public Service Announcement. Or put another way, an RYP — a Reminder of Your Power.

After a major holiday weekend of connection and gluttony — if you’re even a wee bit like me — it’s always good to reboot. Back into your trajectory, the one you want for yourself.

You don’t want the trajectory the world will toss your way if you go into this next week unarmed by clarity.

It’s simple. You’re a powerful creator. Just re-aim your creation beam where you want it to go. Aim your attention and energy onto the track that speeds you in your desired direction.

Today is a perfect day to let the hoopla of this past week subside — to take a few minutes to quiet your overextended self — then with inner clarity gaze forward into the week to come —

What do you want in it?

What can you set in motion?

What action calls to you that will take you there?

When can you do it?

Rebooting into your silent self for a short while recharges you, energizes you, sets you on the trajectory you want, rather than being pulled off course by the thousand and one things that buffet our daily lives.

Get quiet — Envision — Embark on your adventure —

Go forth — Have a phenom week — Thrive in it —

. . . . .

You — creator

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Note: Supersize it

Hey — that’s simple enough, right?

You know exactly which way it needs to be enlarged.

You know precisely where exercising more compassion in your life would work wonders.

For someone else.

(And you too, silly.)

. . . . .

Supersize it —
your heart

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Note: The best way to find your way

When I first got to New York City — the City — I wanted a job with flexibility. Turns out being literate offered some small rewards, one among them being freelance gigs as a proofreader.

Hard to imagine this would be of much value in this world now, where spell check and the ability to scan a document for iterations are built into the top word processing programs.

To get the freelance gigs one had to join a temp agency. To do that one had to take a test. To get to that point one had to ask around for the best agencies and decide which ones to approach first. To get in the door you had to walk through.

And ask.

Simple enough.

I had to take steps.

And this was for a barely desired job.

It’s the same with any desired thing. I forget this! There are steps in the rough direction of anything I’ve planted in my mind.

It’s so simple, why do I forget it? That the best way to anything is to simply take the first of several hesitant steps in what I think is the right direction.

After that, cues will guide me. The negative ones flash and say Uh, this isn’t working. And the positive Come hither further ones blink a joyful note when a route is promising.

The cues are pretty direct. They lead further or they don’t.

. . . . .

The best way to find your way
is to step, however haltingly,
toward the experience you wish to inhabit.

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Note: Deliverance

— My bright eyes

— My keen mind

— My schedule

— What I thought I could accomplish

— The people I expect to meet

— What exactly I’ll be doing each day

— What I’m eating

— How I’ll feel

— When I’ll stop each day

— When I’ll start each day

— What a cool traveling creative I’ll be each day

I’m on an art trip, in the second week. Last week I left South Florida, today I nearly kissed Canada. Tomorrow I’ll be in Minneapolis. A couple of days later, Nashville.

Man, the visions I had for this trip!

Like every other trip, I’m high on imagined reality before I leave.

On this trip, I was laid low by actual reality before leaving even — had to embark with sore throat, fever and congestion laying siege to my expectations.

Hell, I had to load up with a fever. Sculpture, paintings, boxes.

Kris, who loaded up with me, I’m pretty sure was feeling worse.

Still — even so — by Day 3 I was coming out of it. By Day 4 I felt like Mary Tyler Moore throwing her cap in the air!

(Minneapolis reference for Boomers.)

For Millennials:

I felt like Thor when he was worthy of Mjolnir once more, and his Hammer flew back into his grasp just when he needed it most!

(Thor I reference.)

I was feeling low today — so far from those I love — so far from the ideal trip I’d imagined.

I had to give it up. What I thought was to be . . .

. . . And then really embrace what I’ve actually experienced.

There’s been a lot of cool shit!

With my sister’s family and my niece.

With artists, toe to toe with Creators in their studios.

Moments where I was agog by clouds in the crystalline blue sky.

I’d like to say it took minutes. It took an hour or more. Once I realized I was playing a disenchantment loop in my head, it took me an hour to overwrite it.

More.

(!)

Doesn’t that feel like a long time? It does to me — I should be accomplished at this kind of spirit pivot.

But noooooooo.

Still — you know what?

This happened — this little writing jag here. To you.

Something else is happening too. It’s the anticipation of not knowing what is going to happen next! Something subtle, something rich, something thoughty, something experiential.

Who knows?

I’m here, open to whatever unfolds before me — that’s deliverance from bondage — that’s a kind of magnificence.

. . . . .

What can you let go of today?

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Note: What love and light needs

I don’t even drink lattes.

Not espresso. Not cappuccino. Not macchiato. Not a demitasse of anything made from the coffee bean.

I’m so coffee illiterate I had to look those terms up.

Spell Check caught me. I was calling espresso expresso. Now Spell Check’s ticked off at me again. There’s an angry red line underneath my misspelling, even though I try to tell Spell Check it’s intentional this time.

Spell Check’s not having it.

Love and light — we hear so much about those qualities — I adore that about contemporary spirituality. We all seek to emanate love and light!

People sign off that way. People send love and light your way when trauma befalls you. Or when you’re just feeling blue.

I’ll send love and light if your breakfast muffin crumbles. If you corner too quickly around the house and bump into furniture. I’m lovey and lighty that way.

Love and light needs giggles, teasing, hugs. Occasional inventive foul-mouthery too, probably. Pranks, if they’re not mean-spirited. Jokes, if they’re not malicious.

Love and light needs laughter to complete it. Otherwise things get pompous fast.

. . . . .

Love, light and laughter
(lattes too)

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Note: Your mystic mission

You know what I’m talking about.

There’s something pulsing inside. It surfaces in the in between moments. Between one thing and another — let’s say you’re driving — even better, let’s say you’re on a favorite walk — nay, even betterer — you’re waking from a nap!

There it is — this something beckoning you to deepen your work. To deepen the way you experience your days.

Only you can suss it out. Maybe in a heart-to-heart with a trusted friend.

Maybe you pull out a notebook and just let it fly — whatever words spill out jumbled crumbled bumbled best, whatever whichever however they fall onto the page they will reveal what life’s asking of you.

Which is to live Turned On.

How do you start?

Turning off your devices is one way . . . then cocking your head to the side and really listening. The kind of listening that feels more like searching. As if you’re straining to hear the call of a loved one far off.

All you want is an indication from your true self on how to proceed.

That something pulsing inside you awaits one thing, a sincere invitation. If you ask in earnest, then listen as if for a whisper a room away, it will surface.

. . . . .

Could it be your mystic mission?
That summoning
you feel inside?

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Note: I see through you

It’s true. Every now and then I glimpse this. The incandescence within people.

It’s not often enough. But when it happens it’s staggering. As if I’ve peeped into The Secret at the heart of the multiverse, where everything vibrates bright and beautiful and bursting with meaning.

So yes — this soul flame is in you too.

Fan it.

Express it.

Flaunt it.

Own it.

It’s you, you radiant one.

. . . . .

Wow —
I see through Surface You to Real You —
You are incandescent!

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Note: Renew your vision

The other day I was stymied. Thwarted. There was nothing there but blah.

You know that kind of morass — you reach for your phone because you’ve become so unmoored from what is meaningful that you seek random spasms of the mildest interest in your feed to fill the void.

That’s when I should have gone to zero. When I should have renewed my vision for my day and life.

It’s not like I don’t know what it is. I’m the kind of guy who has that in an Evernote, for feck’s sake.

Every time I do — renew my vision — that tingling of life wanting to be lived resurfaces.

All it takes is going to a quiet place in my head — I don’t even have to be in an actual quiet place — I could be in a food court — I could be at my desk at work with hustle and bustle all about —

A pen and a piece of paper helps. You just spill out what you really want.

Till it activates you. Till you feel some kind of kundalini propulsion winding its way into your body. Till you feel animated by what really matters to you.

Wish I’d remembered that the other day — I could have saved myself scrolling fatigue.

. . . . .

Renew your vision

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Note: A joy wave

I don’t think it’s the Schumann resonances — the electromagnetic energy generated by lightning in Earth’s atmosphere.

I don’t think it’s the cosmic microwave background — radiation left over from the Big Bang that’s ever with us.

But I do know this:

No matter what is going on in your life — no matter the disturbances, the excitements, the dramas — that if you stop long enough — and get silent deep enough — and allow yourself to drift below the crackling charge of your thoughts about what is going on now — you’ll feel it.

. . . . .

There’s a joy wave passing through you right now —
All you have to do is stop and feel it

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