"Tell me, what is it you will you do with your one wild and precious life?" ~Mary Oliver


We're alive

What do you do when you are 59...and you learn that a high school friend died in his sleep. Whoa. Just like that, this passionate, wild, crazy, unique, one-of-a-kind if there ever was one guy. Geoff King. Gone. 

This news made its way from Australia...across the Pacific...into my inbox this morning. (Thanks, dear Roslyn--for letting me know.) My heart is all over the place. Joe and I weren't close. Yet we had traveled and played together. Played full-out! Laughed and roared and explored as any good early twenty something does. We weren't close over the years. Yet there he was a few years the Smithsonian magazine I was reading in a doctor's office waiting room in Colorado. I turned the page to a tasmanian devil refuge in Tasmania---20,000 miles away. Could it be the same Geoff King? I sent an inquiry email and sure enough, our friendship rekindled just like that. His passions now fueling rescuing tasmanian devils...and habitat.

Now, Geoff is gone.

Oddly, yesterday I'd come across photo albums of this trip...thought wistfully for a moment before I swooshed back into Work*Productivity*High*Gear. So, this morning when I heard the news---I knew right where that album was. I flipped it open---and found Joe. Grinning and eyes flashing back at me. Playing an air (broom!) guitar, head flung back in song (very likely Bob Dylan). to the crackling campfire.  So young. So alive. So quirky. So adventuring at every turn...there we were a little gaggle of friends, gallivanting up and down the coast of Western Australia. We'd blindly hitchhiked in the offseason (making for a memorable night with an Australian bachelor farmer who took pity on us, the stranded hitchhikers with no ride in sight after a day. He took hospitality to a whole new level! Can still taste that home cooked farmer's breakfast of eggs, sausages, pork chops, potatoes, toast---but I digress!) Memories flooding in. Joe was a jokester. Still is, I reckon! 

And a voice whispers...

"Lynn, blog this."

Really? We weren't that close.

"Yes, really."

So--------here goes. I raise a toast to Geoff (who will always be "Joe" to me.) You lived full-out, mate! You in your red hair. You in your eccentricity. You gave us and the world your whole game. Here's to cricket in the afterlife! And a bevvy of tasmanian devils--with no need for protection. Just frolicking free! And you know---I just realized something. You want us to frolic freely. To enJOY every day. To risk a little (perhaps more than we have up til now). To really "go for it!" To leave it all on the field. To do what we can to make this world better because we were here. You'd love it if that were your legacy. I'm sure of it!

We're alive on this January 23rd (or January 24th for my Aussie mates), 2014.

We HAVE beating hearts. We ARE breathing. 

Let's risk everything!

Let's preserve. Or pre-SERVE!

Let's live as if it's our last day. Because it may be. The French choral anthem in the next room is rising now....voices, clear and strong. My book project awaits on the dining room table...along with a cup of Everyday Detox tea. I'll return shortly. The snow is gently falling off the branches backwashed by brilliant blue skies. Joe---are you there? Still grinning? Bless you and bless us everyone! Bless this whole blessed journey called life on earth. 

Who knew I'd be saying goodbye to a high school friend today? Belated thanks, Joe! For being a friend and fellow traveller. For opening me to myself....for leading the way...for by being you, inviting me into my true authentic being. Your life was as fiery as your red hair. 

Postscript: If you're reading this, you're alive. Me too. Let's make it good. Let's make it great!

Let's do it for Joe!






18, 835 days

"You are the force that inspires, cultivates power within, ushers in the joy, and raises the bar of fantastic! Happy Birthday my incredible friend!!!"


Yesterday was my birthday. Social media neophyte that I am---I was bowled over by the global love-messages that landed in my inbox! These are all beautiful people. Whom I've loved. Connected with. Been blessed to know. And wow---to see these wishes cascade and ripple and vibrate---man (yes, I lived throught the 70's!), what a gift!! 

As I read and scrolled, I could even can see these people, connecting---not known to each other---but all connected in a web of life on this planet. What a cool vision. I'd LOVE them to have the chance to meet. Hmmmm...maybe that's a future birthday wish I'll make come true!

But here's the thing. Today. I want to say this...with 59 years lived. Yes, yesterday I claimed the most excellent, juicy, glorious, embodied 59 on the planet. I have stuff up my sleeves! I have some life lived warrior wounds---and badges. I have some scrapes and scars. I have a heart the size of Jupiter. I have heaps of hope. I have buff vision-holding muscles. All, because I've had the gift of being alive for 18, 835 days! (Just did the math---yes, with a pencil---I can still multiply which is also great news in this calculated age!) Whoa!

18, 835 days.

As I write, this sounds simultaneously very short---and very long.

What I really see in this that life comes in days.

Like today.

And, the only way we can live them is a day at a time. (I've done that quite literally, metaphorically, spiritually---but that's a story for another time!) No more, no less. None more important. All very real. That's both sobering and sweet to me. 

And so today...

I will listen.

To the love the world has sent. To my friend's reflections of me. To the impact I'm having in the world. To the dreams/visions/stuff in me that I haven't even said out loud yet. To my body. To you.

And I'll do it all with love...and gratitude.

Since midnight---this day---I've slept six hours. Connected over steel cut oats with a dear friend for two hours (with coffee flowing). Coached  for one hour. Booked a hotel room for a getaway. Prepped for coaching clients. Shared with my husband. And connected with you---right here in this moment. 

I've wished for you. For the feeling of this header, landing in your Facebook page...on your birthday.

And, if for some reason, your life feels not quite aligned, less juicy, joyful or powerful than you desire,  know that I stand by. Ready, to join you as we roll up our sleeves. Ready to flex my vision holding muscles in service of your fulfillment! Right here---in this precious hour of your life. I'm a simple finger click away. L'chaim!


Delicious Cosmic Joke

A couple months ago, a dear friend of mine, Jenny Finn, moved away. I miss her curled up on my Big Red Couch. This morning, as her website popped up in my inbox, I dropped in. Kind of like a cuppa tea with Jenny. To catch up. Feel her closeness, catch a wave of her particular flavor of juice (trust me...very tart, fresh and juicy!).

You never know...

Savoring, opening, leaning in---I glanced at the column of testimonials on the right. Real like rain. Succulent like late summer's fruit. Jenny's unique essence and abundant gifts leapt and danced (like Jenny does!) up and out and into me.

Wait for it...

Then, there it came. A little inner thought. Wow. This is great. I wish I was having this impact in the world. You know, little inner voices whispering little germy thoughts. Oh Lynn, you're not enough. Look at Jenny, SHE knows how to activate! Actually, they aren't exactly little. When they arrive (less often now than 10 years ago, but yes, they do still arrive) they create a little chorus of naysayers. Pointing----always in the direction of my lack. Bam. Lack. Bang. Not enough. Pow. 

Wait for it...

Thankfully, I kept reading to the end. And there it was. Shazam! The testimonial I'd been reading was written by ME! I laughed out loud----rolled my head back, pushed my chair back, the whole of me erupting with the ridiculous, glorious truth. I WAS having impact. I just didn't know it. The joke was on ME! 

Cosmic joke...cosmic gift

And----that brought me right back here. To you. To this blog. Us---connecting. Whether hundreds or thousands. Known or unknown. WE are impacting each other in every moment.

At a minimum we breathe each other's air. The same air. Shared.

We create love. Waves of love. Or hate, waves of hate. Either way---we are up to something, and it ripples out. Locally...and ultimately globally.

This morning, I didn't expect to see me being broadcast from the Blue Ridge Mountains. I had no idea. Nor do YOU know who is sharing you, loving better because of something you did long ago...long forgotten.

Never underestimate that. 

So, vroom vroom! Let's live! Risk! Be (I mean really be---the messy whole-hearted version). Enjoy! Create! Put it out there. Little (we think but they never are) things. And big. Loving the checkout clerk. Going the extra mile. Showing up courageously and speaking the truth that needs to be shared. Big or small. So that we can (like in the old school days) raise our hand and say, "Present!" Because it is. This is the gift of being alive. In the quirky, dancing swirl of the Mystery of life.

And then, get ready to delight in the surprise---when, bam, it circles round to you.

You can't predict it...but you can count on it!

p.s. Thanks Jenny...from the Big Red Couch! And, if you're curious---here's Jenny's site!




100% Life Flinger

One thing I've learned in my coaching/leadership journey is this: When you do something, go for it. 100%! No holding back. Show up, risk, give, love, live. Even intentionally say no to some juicy things (OMG you know how hard this is for me---the girl who is always ready for the next adventure, or new taste!) in service of your Big Yes! This supports (very powerfully) what you are up to!

And so.

You may have noticed a big, juicy, fat, silence right here in my blogspace.

I've been away---creating.  Whole-heartedly focusing all my energy elsewhere and with joy. Embracing a moment in my life that will never come again. Our daughter's most amazing, magical, glorious joy-filled wedding to our new, incredible son-in law. Wow. Big stuff. Big heart, head, soul, spirit, mind, body and even money stuff!

Yes, me---wide open in the Juicy All of It.

And, since my fabulous, capable, creative daughter and now-husband live in Washington DC----I was the "boots on the ground" here in Colorado Springs, "Wedding Central".  In a 100% Wedding Fling. As I begin to reclaim my life (you know, the professional coaching, book-writing and so much more life) I'm back here. With you. And, with some juicy learning (or re-learning!). 

1. Cook up a plan---and hold it lightly! Embrace effortlessness AND all the messy surprises. Then dance with all of it! (Yup, it's true---the reception room only had two walls. And snow was possible.)

2. Taste the joy of co-creation. Welcome everyone to the table. Listen. Imagine together. Honor it all. (Meg and Mark were amazing. What a joy to see them in this way. To follow their creative, heart lead. Together with my amazing and extraordinary friend of the Big Yes, Pattigirl White. Bless you!!!)

3. Believe that it's possible. I mean really possible (especially when you don't see a way). 

4. Fear will appear. Embrace it. Welcome it. Release it.My fear was our family/friends flying in from parts unknown for this amazing wedding----and being downright cold. I mean cold. But, what really happened was that out of this possibility grew really creative stuff. Invitations to wear boots, jackets (shawls don't count) and experience "springtime in Colorado!" Really. And I remembered I'm a daughter of the immigrants to the prairies. I bet they had outdoor springtime parties---and knew how to bundle up, or dance even more energetically, or snuggle up to the fire. I got in touch with all that. We did all that---and the energy was incredible---unleashed creativity and more!

5. Nothing wrong with a little breakdown and some tears. In fact, that's a blessed release. Don't over-think it. Let it flow and go. (Oh yeah baby. Thank goodness for "Janis Joplin", my wonderful couch. And Ben, my partner who by now knows its just some tears. Nothing to do about it. But welcome the flow!)

6.  Know that there is Mystery in it. You are not in charge (even though it may feel as if you should be.) Let go---and let come. 

7. See the Love in Everything! It's easy to get so hellbent on the doing/creating/organizing/executing/lining up the ducks in row...that you lose sight of what's true. What's incredible. What's really important.

8. Remember to rest. I confess, this is one I'm working on!

9. It's OK to let some absolutely, fabulous, brilliant, gorgeous, incredible ideas go! And, it feels fantastic when you do this! Especially for those of us that are creative, idea magnets!

10. Stop and see and feel and BE. Every 1/2 hour, if you can. Sit down. When I remembered to do this it re-connected me to my body. To the sunlight. To my Source. 

11. If you get tightly wound up, be gentle with yourself. It happens. Clean up your mess. Don't expect yourself to be perfect. Move on.

12. Laugh. At the wild things that happen (they'll make a good book, or blogpost, right?). Laugh at yourself, too!

13. Know when a ship has sailed----and let go. Remember that good idea? You know, the one that you might have done if it were 3 months ago? Yup----let it go. And know that something more wonderful will appear if you're not living in regret.

14. It's who you are being in all of the doing that makes all the difference. Know your values and let them lead you. (We were committed to not being overly-extravagant. And yet, sticker shock at every corner! It was in the framing what we were up to and why, that we found peace. Together with making a decision---and going with it.)

15. Love is in the lead. Let love lead. Never forget it.  That little girl---whom I gave birth to. That little girl of dreams and hopes and potential. That little girl I love with my whole wide open heart. That little girl of power and beauty beyond measure. That Love Creation of her father's and mine. Wow. She found love. True love. Real whole love. No wonder this matters so much. No wonder my heart is still wide open. No wonder...because Love is bigger than all of us. And when Love Leads...we are all the better for it.

16. Look into each other's eyes. Often. This grounded me. Centered me. Softened me. Instantaneously. Bam. Try it!

17. Ask for help. People love to be included and contribute. It's a gift to them. I felt a little reluctance----making up a story that I wanted people to have the full experience of receiving. And yet, those who I invited in to help said they loved doing it. Being so close. Sharing their gifts. Come to think of it---so do I!

18. Don't fret over what you wear. Or if you do, give yourself permission to do something about it!  (Ha ha! Never saw this one coming. As someone who dons clothes effortlessly, creatively and with reckless abandon---who knew that MY dress would be the land of neurosis rising! Sheesh!)

19. The juice flows when it is real. And that is Divine. It was fun planning---OK, mostly fun! Yet, seeing our plans come to life in real time! Wow. Real people walking into the church, aglow. Beloveds gathering. Singing. Celebrating. Toasting. Dancing. Be-ing in the "magical" space with so much Joy. Really---joy everywhere. As I looked out---and even now as I remember, tears fill my eyes--there it was. Two beautiful human beings found love. We gathered to celebrate love. And it was contagious. in my toast, ..."Here's to love...past, present and future!" And to love in your life. In all you do. In who you are. In everything. Every single 100% moment of your juicy life!



Abundant Heart

Saturday, I was an all day retreat for a non-profit board I serve. I know, it could be deadly, right?  A wall of windows revealed glorious blue sky Colorado, hikers and dogs, fresh fresh snow. The sun poured in. Our energy was high. Passion (ours) was in play in service of the common good---and for me, that's juicy territory. No deadzone here.

Breaktime. A chance to get curious with each other. More juicyland for me. 

"I just love your abundant heart!"

Grinnning, there it was.  These six words meant for me...showering me, stopping me in my tracks. Shazam! In that moment---in the wake of those six words---I realized I loved my abundant heart, too! My curious heart! My passionate heart! My overflowing heart! My laughing and crying and loving heart! My wide-open to the world heart! My maybe-more-open-than-is-considered-"normal" heart. My every-ready for the next connection heart. My super-powered, turbo-charged, juicy, pulsating heart! 

Hearty. Heart-full. Heart leading with reckless (appearing to the world---but actually the safest thing possible) abandon. Heart never-ending. Heart at the ready. It's true---it's how I live. And that abundantly beating, feeling, embracing heart is a joy-thrummer. Beating possibility. Beating persisitent juicy life. Beating a capacity as big as the ocean, the cosmos. 

Oh, and then there's the next wave of sheer gratitude! Yes, I possess that heart. It beats whether I remember or not. It beats sympathetically to the world. It helps me remember what matters. It moves me. It gets up every morning, to beat some more. It's complex and powerful and simply a rock star, a grace star, a moment-by-moment guiding star. Man oh man, to walk around with THAT inside me, and not notice---sheer blindess, really!

Today, I'm revelling in my heart.

Today, I'm revved by my heart.

Today, I'm redefined by my heart.

Today, I'm refueled by my heart.

My abundant heart.