Gabriel Garcia Marquez Put the Magic in Magical Realism

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How does a far-away, distant person, one you’ve never met, touch your heart in such a way that in the millisecond it takes to read he has died, tears spill over, instantly dotting your cheeks?

My favorite-favorite author died today.  Gabriel Garcia Marquez was more than the Father of Magical Realism, he was magic.

To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”  ~ Love in the Time of Cholera

You tell me he’s not magic.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s words have a magical effect.  And many years ago, he received some words during a dinner party that worked magic on him.  Continue Reading

A Solid Technique for Letting Go of the Past

As a beginning, middle, and end to this blog post, I could simply say that letting go of the past is easier said than done.  Period.  The end.

But that doesn’t do either of us much good.

It’s safe to say we’d both agree that no one really wants to walk around day after day holding on to anger, unable to forgive, worried about when the next shoe will drop.  No, of course not.  Yet how often do you find yourself doing precisely that?  Holding on, unable to let go.

You’re not alone.  We all do it.

Because of this, I’d like to offer a visual that you can access in under two seconds, something that will hopefully serve as a reminder, propelling you forward into a state of letting go (or at least provide a little nudge in that direction).  Continue Reading

Do You Sometimes Make Yourself Small?

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Have you ever made yourself small?  Maybe to make the other person feel big?  Or maybe because in that moment it was easier to play it small rather than claim your own beauty, power, or truth?

I recently felt small…and in a split-second moment of solitude, I rearranged my shoulders, pulling them back and down, grabbed the microphone, walked out among a group of strangers, and admitted it out loud.

Sometimes ripping the band-aid off of a scary feeling can feel so empowering!  First your mind is jumping, anxious, heart-rate up, you’re analyzing this, imagining that (all What ifs), then, the defining moment occurs, rrrrip, and finally…ahhh.  Peace.  Freedom.

Leading up to the rip can feel a bit daunting though.  Continue Reading

Trusting Can Be So #!?!@#!

The thing that sucks about writing/talking about trust for a living is when trusting simply becomes #!?!@#! Take this morning: I was on the phone with my credit card company, followed by the wireless phone company for over two hours. OVER TWO HOURS I tell you! Finally (maybe) everything is PART WAY resolved. After I got off the phone and rubbed my red, hot ear, I decided only one thing would suffice: it was time to throw a toddler tantrum—kick, scream, the works!

But no…there was this calm, serene voice that said, “Remember, everything happens for a reason. Look for the lesson. Don’t get angry over the situation. Anger doesn’t help.” Blah, blah, blah…. Shut up already! I am angry!

Well, maybe not angry. Annoyed. SUPER annoyed!

Smudged Trust


There was suspected fraud on my credit card, not even actual fraud. Suspected fraud, what does that even mean? Steven, Fraud Supervisor, explained it to me (which made sense at the time…and totally evades me now).

This suspected fraud has led to a to-do list that is longer than Santa’s “good-list” on his best year. And oh!…the time I’m sure to spend completing this to-do list! I won’t go into details, mostly because you have your own annoying day-to-day issues to deal with; you don’t need to hear about mine. Besides, my day is not busier nor is my time more valuable than yours—yet it is this perceived loss of time I am so annoyed about.  Continue Reading