Category: Mind Strength

A Hunger for Joy — Lorca’s TEDx

This has been a long time coming -- when what needs to be talked of is a stronger voice than that of discomfort.  There is a special kind of work that occurs at the intersection of courage and vulnerability.  I arrived at that place here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bA4s-0D9AK8 Lorca Smetana found herself a survivor in the aftershock of one of the worst climbing accidents in the history of this country. For 33 years, she has been giving herself to resilience and compassion – adding light in every direction. And the daily return arrives in gift after gift of joy. Lorca Smetana is fiercely for

Would you like to hear the eulogy at your own funeral?

"And you would be...?" Good morning, dearests. Would you like to hear the eulogy at your own funeral?  I think I just did.  I had a rare human experience.  Think back to attending the funeral of someone you loved and admired, and sitting there awash in pain and love and laughter as person after person stood up to share a story, express love, talk about how she or he helped them in ways large and small to grow and heal and build things and moments that felt important?  And at some point, do you remember a small hope that when it comes your time to die,

“You Can Do This Hard Thing”: The Odd Road to Tougher

A firefighter told me yesterday that when he started working with me on his resilience he was excited because he thought that he was going to come out of it tougher, stronger, better able to just push through the hard things. “And I was wrong about that,” he said.  “I’m softer now than I think I’ve been since I was a kid.  And I’m happier, and I do my job better, and I think I’ll be able to do it for longer.  But you didn’t make me tougher.”  Except that I did.  This is the paradox of resilience and vulnerability.  That from

A sample mini-adventure from a new collection on buoyancy? Here!

GAMES BEYOND ESCAPISM... This is from my upcoming podcasts of mini-adventures in human buoyancy.  Stay posted! Play. RADICAL COMPASSION TOOLS: field notebook and good pen, a timer, other humans, and a supple imagination TIME:  ten minutes DIFFICULTY:  RISK: low, but you will come back changed. ORIENTATION:  Compassion is often perceived as an experience, something that we feel or that can come upon us.  By the strategically resilient, it is to be treated more as a skill, a commitment, a practice, and a source of usable life energy.  This short adventure places it squarely in this second zone. Neurologically speaking, there are few practices we can engage in that so clearly demonstrate positive and

How we _really_ honor those we’ve lost

With our lives. Aimlessness and loss compound each other. Perhaps you're lying in bed at night worrying about tomorrow or next week, wishing you could sleep instead of worry. Or you wonder when you stopped loving exactly who you are - lit up by your dreams and desires for your life and the world - and you want to find YOU again (and you don't know how to get there from here.)   Or maybe there's a longing to be inspired in your career and you can't see what there is to be done.  Your life is feeling more bound by the impossible than the possible.  Your life isn't serving

Ignite Your Creativity

Teaching is about information and understanding. Coaching, however, is for intuition and implementation.  Here's a 2-minute video if you're all about firing up creativity and implementing what feeds your life! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsm1wZgDB40 How much creativity could your life stand? Ray Bradbury said, "I have never had a dry spell in my life, mainly because I feed myself well, to the point of bursting.  I wake early and hear my morning voices leaping around in my head like jumping beans.  I get out of bed to trap them before they escape." We have a tendency to see creativity as being in play for making art.  And it is.  But creative impulse that is stuffed

Luminations — Being flame…

luminations  noun, plural.  1. Gleams, glimmers, perspectives, clarity.  See also, dawn, morning, simplicity, resilience, work, love, home.  2.  A series of short videos by Lorca Smetana... Inspiration for when all the little things are weighing you down... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YH7wSgzIu4 Don't leave your resilience growth to chance and luck.  Feed being the flame starting this new year by signing up now for one of our online classes to be the parent and health practitioner you want to be: Resilient Practitioners Amazing Parents - Amazing Kids

Fighting terrorism from where you are

Dear ones, this morning I, too, am torn, deeply sad and sorry and worried, reaching out to friends to know they're safe, aware of refugees without power or defense.   How do I live, what do I do today, half a world away? When we are committed to being sustainable human beings, we recognize right away that events like these in Paris fall squarely in the area of outflow from our own resources as grief and uncertainty take their toll. They need, each time, to be balanced as we determinedly refill ourselves to our full forces so that we can face every hard and beautiful thing that

Radical Awakeness: Living Among Animals

Spoken to the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Bozeman for the Blessing of the Animals... I was invited to share today in part because my life and my work has become embedded in so very many animals.  Our river farm is and has been home to homing pigeons, white doves, Icelandic sheep, pigs, dogs, chickens, turkeys, ducks, geese, honeybees, rabbits.  It is also home to great horned owls who called as I wrote this, nesting kestrels and red-tailed hawks, eagles, magpies and snipe, woodpeckers and Eastern kingbirds, snakes and mice, porcupine, foxes, coyotes, raccoons, trout, turtles and whitefish, and the occasional moose, bear

Taking PTSD under the pavilion

The gift of inland islands... Three months ago post-traumatic stress came to walk beside me again, after many years gone. Random panic attacks and loss of breath that came with me out to visit the sheep or had me veering my truck to the side of the road, nightmares that chased me out of my bed, and a demoralizing paralysis in writing as if the two occupied the same synapses in my brain and couldn't coexist. A year into returning to my story of trauma in writing the book I had been surprised at and congratulating myself on my own steadiness in the