Posts Tagged‘Dana Drake’

BOOK ONE is Done!!!

In times such as these, when we feel as if the world as we’ve defined it is breaking apart, we want to cling to something—or someone(s). The leader of the free world, the pope, or a doctor are the people to look for reassurance, inspiration, and answers. But it’s not their job to make us feel okay. It never was. Yes Dorothy, the illusion that we all must address at some point in our lives is that others have more power or wisdom than we do—they don’t. You alone, and uniquely, are fully equipped for this ride. Therefore, we fix…

Random Thoughts About My Hair

Post alert. If you’re having a tough day, this maybe too hard to read especially if you don’t read to the end (the inspiring part). I hope it gets better, by the way. Don’t worry, I’ll be back next week with news about the book!! Yes, I said book. For a long time now, I’ve been mad at my hair. It started at fortyish. I told myself all the things everyone else says. It’s too thin. It’s hormones. Having the kids ruined it. Need more Biotin. Using the wrong shampoo. My water is too hard…. And on and on and…

Still Overdoing? My Cautionary Tale

Re-post alert. I am re-posting my cautionary tale about radical overdoing because not only is it something I needed to hear again, it is something that seems many may need to hear again.  I just saw one of my favorite personal trainers from The Biggest Loser, Bob Harper, talking about his massive heart attack at age 51. The fitness expert telling us all how to take care of ourselves—Bob Harper has empowered thousands of people—beautifully and openly admitted that he was not taking as good of care of himself as he should have been. Before his massive heart attack, he acknowledged ignoring many warning signs of his own…

Scary Stuff!!

Happy Halloween! So let’s talk scary. Here’s the rule in the spiritual world: If you can talk about it, you’re probably not that scared of it. The things that terrify us we won’t talk about. Ironic, right? Because of my job, I’ve accidentally discovered the scariest topic in the universe. You don’t talk about it, and no one you know does either. So how do I know it’s so scary? I know this because when I talk about this topic, people FLEE. And I rarely talk about it because, well, I like having friends. Consider yourself officially warned. The scariest concept of the…

Trying Versus Doing: Yoda’s Perspective

“Do or do not; there is no try,” was the advice given to young Luke Skywalker, when he told master Yoda he would try. According to an online dictionary, the word try means an attempt to do something one has not done, and Luke was attempting something new. So, why was Yoda admonishing Luke for trying? Isn’t trying a good thing? The wise Yoda reminded the young Jedi that once the decision is made to try, it’s important to whole-heartedly commit to the doing. From a spiritual perspective, the word try is an oxymoron because trying to do something new and doing something…

Are You Treating Your Body Like An Object?

Here’s a warning to all the great spellers out there, I’ve created a new word: Mindbody. One word. Yes, I have an irritated spellchecker, too. This word is my intentional attempt to re-frame the idea that our minds and bodies are separate. They are not, we just think of them that way and sometimes treat them that way. The fact that we’ve given them separate names is not helpful, either. Perhaps worst of all is that they are rarely treated as equals. We live in a mind-dominated world where thoughts, education, elitism, and the Ivy League are synonymous with money, power, and happiness. As someone…

The Difference Between Genius and Wisdom

There is real magic in middle earth. No, not the place of Frodo and Bilbo but the view from the middle place—the divine middle. That’s how I describe it, anyway. I’m not alone. Buddha himself described the middle way as the path to liberation. For me, the “middle mind” is a place of profound clarity, truth, and peace. Truthfully, the middle was thrust upon me—I was a middle child. There were three of us, so I was also a “perfect middle child,” as they say—no one to share the in-between with. And no, there was nothing about me that was perfect. As much…