Category Archives: Audio

Art Before Breakfast: An interview with Danny Gregory

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DANNY GREGORY is the author of seven books, including A Kiss Before You Go: an illustrated memoir of love and loss, An Illustrated Life, The Creative License: Giving Yourself Permission to be the Artist You Truly Are, and Everyday Matters: a memoir. Tens of thousands of creative aspirants regularly visit his weblog, www.dannygregory.com. He has created illustrations for numerous books and publications and is Managing Partner and Executive Creative Director of a global ad agency. Danny lives in Greenwich Village with his miniature long-haired dachshunds, Tim and Joe.
You can pre-order Danny’s book here!

 

Mary Magdelene’s Seven Devils by Marie Howe

A song for you.

 

 

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

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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!