Live your magic.


Fear came to visit me today.

It showed up in an early morning dream and woke me suddenly, leaving me in a hazy shock. Because of this dream, I’ve been going about my day feeling deeply into a new personality of fear. It’s hard to describe it, but it moves through me with a strange rhythm of intention and mischief. In one moment, I’m comforted by fear’s presence. I see its purpose in my dream and marvel at what it has revealed about my waking life. But mostly? I feel disrupted and terrified of its implication.

Lavished. Unrestrained. Bestowed. Sumptuous.

What effect do these words have on you as you read them, one by one?

At the moment, I think of a dining experience I had where I bought a lacy black dress (not even on sale!) to go with the five courses and posh venue.

I've noticed a beautiful pattern in my dreams lately.

While I sleep, I've been traveling back to some of the ugliest places in my life. Places of secrets. Faces of judgment. In these scenes, I find myself completely present. I’m standing, waiting, listening, and feeling deeply. Amidst the shadowy emotions of those in the dream, I am not afraid. Sometimes, it’s my words that change the room. Other times, I silently kneel to those who are the loudest and look into their eyes, or put my forehead against theirs. As I meet them where they are, I can feel a great swell of love wash over us. In an instant, tears are shed and truth is seen.

  I took some time to feel each of you today. It was a magical experience in the stillness of my home, before the sun began to rise. Like many of you, I am making new music with my life. I’m sold out, wide eyed, and overflowing...