It takes 10,000 hours of practice to master a craft - any craft - be it playing guitar, calculating quantum theory, or sprinting the 50-yard dash.
The average person spends 1.5 to 3 hours a day talking.
We choose words all day long.
We speak them, we write them, we text them, we think them.
The practice of empowered languaging does not require special facilities, membership fees or protective headgear. It requires only an awareness of the precepts, and presence and practice.
We are poised to become languaging masters in this lifetime.
All of us.
When we choose our every word consciously, such that they empower, expand, inspire and uplift, while effectively reflecting our vision and our purpose, our lives shift in the most magical of ways, and suddenly we are living our every biggest, brightest imagining.
Now.
As long as we're creating our reality, moment to moment to moment to moment, let's make it a beautiful one, shall we?
Friday
a mid-week epiphany (we love those!)
I was high up in the hills for a mid-week, mid-afternoon BBQ with two of my absolute favorite men, a sexy earth mama and my best baby friend ever. Earth Mommy told us she is teaching the tiny goddess sign language.
"Wow. Does she sign back?" I asked.
"No, she can't yet, " she replied.
I realized in that moment just how pervasive our human propensity is to limit ourselves, and each other.
I edited her words in my head:
She hasn't yet.
Better still: She will.
Holding the baby's feet, she cooed over her:
"You can't, can you? No, you can't. No, you can't."
I telepathically edited:
Yes, you can; yes, you can; yes, you can; yes, you can.
We limit ourselves all day long and we don't even realize it.
We create our reality. With our words.
We create our every experience. With our words.
This is not metaphor. This is not New Age fluff. This is fact.
A moment later, I asked my friend if he was still jonesing for a little goddess of his own.
He nodded: "I think it'll happen."
I silently edited his dream:
I know it'll happen.
Better yet: It's happening.
Because it is.
"Wow. Does she sign back?" I asked.
"No, she can't yet, " she replied.
I realized in that moment just how pervasive our human propensity is to limit ourselves, and each other.
I edited her words in my head:
She hasn't yet.
Better still: She will.
Holding the baby's feet, she cooed over her:
"You can't, can you? No, you can't. No, you can't."
I telepathically edited:
Yes, you can; yes, you can; yes, you can; yes, you can.
We limit ourselves all day long and we don't even realize it.
We create our reality. With our words.
We create our every experience. With our words.
This is not metaphor. This is not New Age fluff. This is fact.
A moment later, I asked my friend if he was still jonesing for a little goddess of his own.
He nodded: "I think it'll happen."
I silently edited his dream:
I know it'll happen.
Better yet: It's happening.
Because it is.
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