Category Archives: Inspiration

How to get unstuck.

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Try this: Think of a place in your life where you feel stuck.

If some part of you is asking a version of “What’s wrong with me?” like, Why can’t I get my shit together? or Why am I not a more (loving, smart, confident, focused, ambitious, insert your word of choice) person?

Try asking yourself this instead:

“What do I most want?
What am I longing for?”

and then, “How can I create that?”

Trust me. These are much better questions.

 

 

It’s a mitzvah for others to help.

The Morning Mantras class starts next Tuesday! Click above to hear a sneak peek into the series.

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Here are the details again:

  • Every weekday for 6 weeks, you will receive a voice message in your inbox.
  • Each message will focus on a mantra designed to awaken your courage, compassion and joy.
  • It will be a morning dose of inspiration + also a jumping-off point for discussion inside the classroom.

Some sample mantras:

Turn on the f*cking faucet. (You can listen to this one here.)
Let it be simple.
Trade your fear for curiosity.

I love imagining all of us waking up together + having a cup of tea while listening to the same audio message. Let’s explore growing our courage, compassion + joy together!

$49 Class begins next Tuesday, September 2nd, 2014

 

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Morning Mantras: A brand new course!

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Are you craving deeper connection? With a tribe of superheroes?

My best work often comes to me when I am able to follow the energy that feels fresh + current for me. Right now, recording my voice has felt like the most intimate way to connect with my community (you!) and I would love to deepen the conversation.

Picture this.

  • Every weekday for 6 weeks, you will receive a voice message in your inbox.
  • Each message will focus on a mantra designed to awaken your courage, compassion and joy.
  • It will be a morning dose of inspiration + also a jumping-off point for discussion inside the classroom. (The discussion piece is optional of course, but it’s going to be juicy over there)

Some sample mantras:

Turn on the f*cking faucet. (You can listen to this one here.)
Let it be simple.
Trade your fear for curiosity.

I love imagining all of us waking up together + having a cup of tea while listening to the same audio message. Even more than that, I love the idea of us going deeper in the privacy of the classroom.

Are you ready?

$49 Class begins next Tuesday, September 2nd, 2014

 

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What do you project into the silence?

 

Today I am reading from a blog post from the archive. Something I needed to remind myself about this week.
XO Andrea

Are you craving connection? Let’s Storybowl.

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Are you craving connection?

One of the things that feeds my soul the most is to sit in a circle of women + share true stories from our lives. I often fantasized about this at parties making small talk – Can’t we just sit in a circle and get to the real stuff?? I would think. And then I would immediately assume that I was just being too intense, too scorpio, too much… So I would hunker down in the corner of the party with one person who wanted to go deep.

But then one day I had a vision – A group of women seated in a circle playing a game. A bowl of prompts would be passed around and each person would tell a true story from their life based on the prompt. It would not be about performing the perfect story but about sharing a little piece of our heart.

I have now played this game with dozens of women + it is AMAZING each and every time. We get to the REAL gracefully + easily. There is a lot of laughter and sometimes a few tears. It is always rich, always connecting, always full of compassion and ultimately healing + full of joy.

Would you like to join me? Upcoming Storybowls:

Tuesday, August 12th, 2014
$55 6-9pm (Dinner included)
Private home in Berkeley, CA

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Wednesday, August 20th, 2014
$55 6-9pm (Dinner included)
Private home in North Oakland

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Want to dive in a little deeper?

I will be co-leading a workshop on October 10th-12th, 2014 here in the Bay Area and it’s going to be FUN.
We will write, make art, eat great food, share stories, make new friends. More details on my site here!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Voice messages: My Grandfather’s Blessings

If you could come over to my house right now, I’d make you a pot of tea and read to you from my favorite book in the world – My Grandfather’s Blessings. Let’s pretend.

Gate C22 a poem by Ellen Bass

 

Gate C22

At gate C22 in the Portland airport
a man in a broad-band leather hat kissed
a woman arriving from Orange County.
They kissed and kissed and kissed. Long after
the other passengers clicked the handles of their carry-ons
and wheeled briskly toward short-term parking,
the couple stood there, arms wrapped around each other
like he’d just staggered off the boat at Ellis Island,
like she’d been released at last from ICU, snapped
out of a coma, survived bone cancer, made it down
from Annapurna in only the clothes she was wearing.

Neither of them was young. His beard was gray.
She carried a few extra pounds you could imagine
her saying she had to lose. But they kissed lavish
kisses like the ocean in the early morning,
the way it gathers and swells, sucking
each rock under, swallowing it
again and again. We were all watching–
passengers waiting for the delayed flight
to San Jose, the stewardesses, the pilots,
the aproned woman icing Cinnabons, the man selling
sunglasses. We couldn’t look away. We could
taste the kisses crushed in our mouths.

But the best part was his face. When he drew back
and looked at her, his smile soft with wonder, almost
as though he were a mother still open from giving birth,
as your mother must have looked at you, no matter
what happened after–if she beat you or left you or
you’re lonely now–you once lay there, the vernix
not yet wiped off, and someone gazed at you
as if you were the first sunrise seen from the Earth.
The whole wing of the airport hushed,
all of us trying to slip into that woman’s middle-aged body,
her plaid Bermuda shorts, sleeveless blouse, glasses,
little gold hoop earrings, tilting our heads up.

-Ellen Bass

 

Voice Memos: On Setting Boundaries

Some thoughts on the wobbly practice of setting boundaries. Give a listen and share your thoughts below!

 

 

Where You Can Get It: a poem by Maya Stein

 

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A fire pit in Glenwood. Leftovers in Lincoln. A bike trail. A blueberry.
A tray of watercolors. A full moon. The bear hug from a kindred friend.
An offer of help. The road to Loveland. A cup of ice. A grin from Jerry.
Sawyer’s red hair. Clara’s fire-breathing dragon. The last poem at the end
of the day. Vacancy at the campground. The sighting of herons. The words
“Come in.” An old highway that takes you through a small town. A kitchen chair.
When someone understands you perfectly. A piece of pie cut into thirds. 

When it comes, tuck yourself into this brief and tender home. Lean into the air
of it, the permission slip, the romance of a moment’s sweet caress.
Grab more fistfuls of these tiny stars. You need more light, not less.

-Maya Stein

*For a backlog of 10-line Tuesdays, go here.  Or to follow Maya + Amy’s month-long tandem bike ride adventure from Boulder, Colorado to Beloit, Wisconsin you can go here.