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The Moments Before You Leap

July 6, 2011

Every creative and entrepreneurial act requires a leap. Of faith and trust. We often talk about the leap itself – how freeing it feels. How magnificent it is.

But we rarely talk about the moments just before the leap. The minutes, hours, or days when you are scared shitless and have to decide whether or not you’re going to jump.

Fear and uncertainty will be as present as vision and enthusiasm. Your inner landscape will contain both permission and denial. An internal tug-of-war will rage inside of you.

Blind terror requires blind faith. There is no safety net, just a need. The realization that you must… create, speak, write, make, or do.

The flashes you have moments before you catapult are pure insight. Juicy, explosive, and wise. Tune in and use them as fuel for the jump.

Stretch those hamstrings. Give the knees a little bounce. Make sure you have a running start… I’ll see you on the other side of the abyss.

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Radical Support. Community That Strengthens, Sustains & Mobilizes.

July 5, 2011

What does radical support look like? That is the question I can’t get out of my head.

For me, radical support is being thoroughly, extremely, fundamentally sustained. In that cocoon of endorsement is safety, which engenders the courage to act.

Let me be clear: I am not talking about codependence. I am not encouraging the idea that there is one person in this world who will make you whole. This is not a fairy-tale notion of romantic love that saves. Oh no.

‘Cause in my world, no woman is an island. We are interconnected and in communion with each other – our sisters and menfolk. I don’t think it’s fair to rely on one person – your mama, papa, sister, or lover – to be your everything.

What is possible and probable is to rely on a community. A group of people, who get each other and who, in concert with one another, can uphold and nurture their members completely. Lovingly. Undeniably.

Radical support is collaboration. It’s both nourishing and challenging. It is the freedom of knowing someone’s got your back paired with the wise trainer who pushes you to the very ends of your capacity.

It’s the stretch and snap of a rubber band; your outer limits and safe harbor.

If you want radical support, then you need to be in a community that is rooted. Connected gut to gut, heart to heart, and soul to soul. Thread together palm to palm and smile to smile.

And you have to offer support in return for that which you receive. In other words, you gotta give for what you take. Oh yes, George Michael.

This is why you need to be oh-so-intentional about who receives your faith. Are they worthy of your wild and unstoppable support? Will they reciprocate?

I am enchanted by the idea of radical support. Illuminated and hungry, I want in on this kind of community.

Want to help create it with me? Tweet me your ideas, comment below, or e-mail me about where you’ve found radical support in your life. xoxo.

I Want An Explosion. Of Possibility. Of Creativity. Of Action.

June 30, 2011

Anne Bogart wrote, I want an artistic explosion.”

Here’s the thing: I want that too. In fact, that quote was my email signature for years back when I was a theater director hot in the pursuit of live performances that could stir souls and open hearts.

My path has veered a bit since then –perhaps, more than a bit– I’m a social entrepreneur in Cambodia designing a range of fashion accessories and home décor made out of our own handwoven couture Ikat textiles.

Journeys are long, winding and made to amble.

And yet, even in my new career in Cambodia, I still find myself wanting an explosion. I yearn for an eruption of creativity, vulnerability, passion, possibility and action.

Think of…

outbursts of creative energy that fuel & sustain you

blasts of evangelical enthusiasm in the form of community — Folks living, breathing, dreaming & ACTUALIZING their obsession while supporting one another

 shattering the myth of impossible by diving into difficult, which is where juicy explosive possibility lives

showers of design, music, writing and art that is heartbreakingly & heartwarmingly good

permission to access and harness the wise, intuitive, & creative soul living within you

If these ideas reverberate, then get ready.

Are you lit up? Let me know‘Cause soon it’ll be time. Time for cracks, splits, bangs + echoes.

Time to rupture all that is comfortable in order to pursue what is possible.

Time To Be Seen. Time To Lead. Time To Be Boosted. You’re Ready.

June 11, 2011

We all worry about being ready. Is the timing right? Are the circumstances optimal?

We all want to be seen, heard and recognized. When I journal about my visions and dreams for the future, the idea of being a beacon surfaces often. I want to shine a light, thereby giving permission to others.

I am incredibly grateful to Danielle LaPorte, Kelly Diels & Gala Darling who by being authentically and vulnerably visible encouraged me to do the same. I want to be that for others.

Being witnessed is an act of leadership. It is an act of courage and intentionality.

You, my friend, are at the cusp of a new dawn and we need you as a leader in this new day. We need a jolt of your power and a taste of your juice. We need you to bring forward new, crazy ideas. We crave your voice & vision.

Will you step up? Will you show up?

Tara Gentile

There is no perfect timing. There is only willingness. The willingness to accept the call and act.

We need you.

Just Play. Find Freedom And Possibility.

June 5, 2011

It is not because things are difficult

that we do not dare,

it is because we do

not dare

that things are difficult.

— Seneca

 

I recently rediscovered one of my favorite books from college, Life, Paint & Passion: Reclaiming the Magic of Spontaneous Expression. I highly recommend it for anyone who feels blocked and wants to tap into their intuition and own personal wisdom.

The Whale In Your Heart. Projects Begging To Be Born. That Thing You Can’t Avoid.

May 13, 2011

IMAGINE THIS, IF YOU PLEASE…

You are in your bedroom, sitting on your bed. You are cozy, surrounded by pillows and luxuriating in the softness of your duvet. You’re content, happy.

You are in a place that is at once comforting and familiar. You turn to look out your window and realize you are underwater. This shocks you for a moment.

But, you can breathe. You are ok. So, you rationalize, I am in my room but in an underwater complex. Like Atlantis. Like Sequest DMV. Okay, cool.

So, take a moment to understand that. Look around – make sure this is your room and that you are safe. You are.

In awe, still perched on your bed, you swivel your head to look out your window, which has been transformed into a porthole. Deep and mysterious ocean surrounds your snug habitat.

Then, you spot a whale swimming outside. Beautiful in its grandiosity. You marvel at his grace.

After passing by your porthole a few times, the whale takes a very large arc. He’s swimming out to sea. Away from you. You’re sad to see him go.

As if he senses your sadness, he circles back. This time, he’s swimming directly towards you. While he approaches you straight-on, you’re not afraid. There’s nothing menacing or scary about his approach.

Inquisitive, he swims up to your porthole. He aligns himself with his eye framed by your porthole window. You are staring into the eye of a beast so much larger and more powerful than yourself.

All you can see is that eye, but he can see your entire room. In this moment of communion, you feel like he sees everything.

You blink and stand in awe of the creature’s intelligence. You know, in your deepest core, that this whale is part of you now.

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THEN YOU WAKE UP AND THINK WHAT THE HELL?

This is a dream I had not so long ago. It was the early hour of the morning when I rest my eyes between the first ring of my alarm and the sounding of the snooze. Neither awake nor asleep, I linger between states of consciousness.

I woke up with an overwhelming sense of, What the Fuck?! Dude, I just dreamt about an enormous whale staring at me. I went to twitter, facebook and google to surmise the significance of this dream.

Almost immediately, I knew what was up. You see, days before I had a great idea. This compulsion and need to explore how businesses use vulnerability. Rolling on the high of my hypothesis, I reached out to a few bloggers and businesswomen I admire. I asked if they’d chat with me. I put it out in the universe and felt great. For about 12 hours.

After 12 hours, I began to wonder if my scheme was only half-baked. Would these people I admire take me seriously? Would they reject me? What happens if they say yes? I’ll have to level-up and really do this. Commit to this idea and project.

I got scared. I recoiled.

And, as responses started to come in from people who were lit up by my idea and wanted to participate, I dreamt about a whale.

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WHAT GIFT ARE YOU RECOILING FROM?

What whale is swimming in the living room of your heart?

The whale represents what I cannot avoid – what’s in my heart. I harbor the desire to use my intuition and analytic skills to create a book that is useful and transformational.

Even in the throes of fear, I am reminded that I have to pursue this no matter what. It’s begging to be born.

How I felt during the dream seems to be a legend – it is possible to feel unsettled and safe, magnificent and troubled. We can push forward in spite of fear.

I know I’m not the only person who is experiencing this. Right? What desire persists even though you’ve tried to turn away from it?

Are you ready to accept the call?

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The Beacon. The Epitome. The Woman I Hope To Become.

May 2, 2011

Solid and strong with a knowing voice, she speaks with conviction. No longer afraid, she allows herself to be seen and heard. Her words are rooted in her gut, a sign of age, wisdom and surrender.

She is nude. She doesn’t lay bare her skin and bones and breasts and hips, except for the right person. But her soul? She lets that shine.

She has cracked herself open in order to be seen because she knows that the only way to live is with vulnerability.

This doesn’t mean she’s always known this to be true. No, she had to willingly deconstruct her own protective crust. She had to accept her fears and shame and grief and not allow them to ossify or encircle her.

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Her wide smile and open eyes are an invitation. She tilts her head back in deep laughter, instantly putting everyone at ease.

She coaxes truth and beauty into existence. Commanding, yet gentle, she is honest with all her heart. She has mastered generous tough love.

She mines your inner soul to bring your gifts to the world. She sparks permission. She clarifies and pushes.

Equal parts shaman, visionary, and pragmatic, she has the skills of divination, perception and synthesis.

She knows, down to her very core, that difficult is not synonymous with impossible. Difficult is the center of juicy, explosive possibility. She dares to live and work on that edge, teetering on greatness and expansion.

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She is energetic, flowing but rooted. The tentacles of her heart reach down to her feet, radiate out through her arms, and rise to the top of her head. Her breath is settled in her fibers, grounded.

From this solid base, she knows she can surrender to the pulse of life. To the movement that takes her from A to B.

Unselfconscious, she throws herself into her work, her love, and her passions without abandon. She submerges herself wholly.

She neither celebrates nor berates her contradictions. With all the courage she can muster, she simply and powerfully allows herself to be. She wants the same for you.

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Speaking of my work, I’m throwing myself into a new and exciting project. I’m incubating ways to turn cannot & impossible into “I can,” and “I will!” If you’re ready to be pushed, beyond your wildest expectations and right out of your comfort zone, then sign up to be in-the-know come launch day.