#TellThemNow. The intimacy of gratitude will blow your life wide open. (+ a Father’s Day video that will have you weeping)

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One of my least favourite behaviours of mine is withholding love. I’m hugely proud to say that it rarely happens. (If you’re going to boast about anything, let it be your capacity for loving.) But it still happens. It’s a reservedness that creeps over my usually boundless heart. I tell myself that staying quiet will give me shelter (from what?*), but it isn’t shelter at all. Read More

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What an Appy Birthday for me last month: Seeing the light choice as the right choice, unlocking the password for Beloved and an Appy #Truthbomb Breakthrough! May Roundup.

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Appy Birthday to me! The #Truthbomb App launches today. Candles! Champagne! Truth!
I know. #Truthbombs would make a great app. Easy breezy on your phone. Where dat app at? Finally! Here she is! The #Truthbomb App features: 1. 300+ of my choicest #Truthbombs, 2. It’s an oracle you want it to be! Shake your phone and the cosmos will make a message pop up on your phone. (And if you don’t like the #Truthbomb you get, I give you full cosmic permission to shake until you get one that makes you go, Yes!) 3. You can have #Truthbombs delivered daily to your device — you can even set the delivery time. Wake up call? A t’bomb to dream on? You got it.

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What to do after you have a breakthrough. (You’re going to shrink after you expand, so, listen closely.)
Threshold, crossed. You got there. After the grinding, the repetitive strain, the cord-cutting, the screams of release, the bliss of relief — the training paid off. Muscle burn got you across the finish line. Soul fire resurrected you. BREAKTHROUGH. Rebirth happens. The ascension was real. There’s no turning back now. You are true and you ARE new. Now what? (Because you’re in a new state. And that’s equally awesome and freaky. And you’re about to slip. Which is rough. And ironically, right on course.) WHAT TO DO AFTER YOU HAVE A BREAKTHROUGH (in this order, give or take.)

The Beautiful Writers Group helps you go from IDEA to DONE.
Writing a book could direct the course of your career — for the rest of your life. It could send more business your way. It could change one person’s life for the better. It could start a revolution. In addition to your own creative chops, writing a book requires smart support; the right mix of strategy and cheerleading. And so, we give to you… The Beautiful Writers Group

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The password for Beloved
Because that place you cannot reach alone is the Home of Joining. It’s the beginning and the end, dark and dawn, you and me where new worlds are born all sweet white and glorious. And the truth we carry is that that place is only ever penetrated by the fellow seeker who knows the password for Beloved. Who knows the password for Beloved?

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The light choice is the right choice. Don’t say yes until it feels … light.
Does it feel light, or does it feel heavy? An idea surfaces. An opportunity. A fork in the road. A big decision. Little decisions that make up your life. And maybe it sounds right or looks good at first. It could make you money. It’s there for the taking. It’d be easy to pull off. We so know how to do this. It’s in our wheelhouse. I’ve done it before. Easy. It’s “on-brand. They’ll love this. They expect this. They want this. They’re clamouring for this. Let’s give them what they want. It seems like the next logical step. Let’s move in together, we’ll save on rent. But…

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Your Inner Child. (I know, I know. GROAN. But hear me out…)

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I’m hanging with my shrink and he brings up some inner child stuff. My general response: “Really? Come on. You’re gonna pull the Inner Child card on me? That is SO 1994.” And then we laugh, hard, like we do, and he gives his best exaggerated Jew-Bu shrug, “Well, that’s when the wound happens, so it’s like, hard to get around.” Read More

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Appy Birthday to me! The #Truthbomb App launches today. Candles! Champagne! Truth!

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Note! Mercury is retrograde. (Google it.) So while we planned to launch both android and Mac app versions today, the dieties of IT had other plans. We are rolling with it. This means that, for once, android users go to the front of the line. Sweet justice for some of y’all. Please read on xo

I know. #Truthbombs would make a great app. Easy breezy on your phone. Where dat app at? Finally! Here she is!
Launching today is The #Truthbomb App for Android (we have been listening Android people), and later this week the app for iOS launches. Be sure to enter your mobile number here, and we will send you the link for the iOS app the moment it goes live.

Download for Android here

Every year on my birthday (it’s in your day planner, right? May 25. I like gold bullion. And chocolate croissants.) Where was I?… Every year on my bday we do a give-back. So…

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For the next 3 days, 50% of every app sale is going to Eve Ensler’s V-Day charity to end violence against women. So buy the app and tell everyone you know to get on it. Because, truth. Because, healing. (Last app I launched, we moved about 10k apps in the first week. So I’d LOVE to be sending V-Day at least $10,000 for my birthday. Let’s do it.)

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The #Truthbomb App features:

  • 300+ of my choicest #Truthbombs
  • It’s an oracle you want it to be! Shake your phone and the cosmos will make a message pop up on your phone. (And if you don’t like the #Truthbomb you get, I give you full cosmic permission to shake until you get one that makes you go, Yes!)
  • You can have #Truthbombs delivered daily to your device — you can even set the delivery time. Wake up call? A t’bomb to dream on? You got it.
  • Super easy sharing. Text, Instagram, Pin and share the inspiration in a click. (Quicker and cheaper than sending a note of encouragement.)
  • Extra bonus: a collection of Danielle audios. You’re already on your phone. Put in your headphones and get amped up.
  • And… easy access to shop for my #Truthbomb goodies.

This birthday, I’m feeling more blessed than ever this lifetime. I’m really healthy, in fact everyone I love is healthy. My creativity is hot-hot-hotter. I make a living expressing myself, with people I adore — and we’re so good at making fun of ourselves.

Every #Truthbomb is a point of light from my own lessons — the brutal and the beautiful. Thanks for lighting your own candle off of mine.

Everlasting Love,

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PS…

This is why we are devoted to V-Day as our charity of choice:

V-Day’s Four Core Beliefs:

  • Art has the power to transform thinking and inspire people to act
  • Lasting social and cultural change is spread by ordinary people doing extraordinary things
  • Local women best know what their communities need and can become unstoppable leaders
  • One must look at the intersection of race, class, and gender to understand violence against women

V-Day dreams of a world in which women and girls will be free to thrive, rather than merely survive. With your help, we can make it happen.

 

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The light choice is the right choice. Don’t say yes until it feels … light.

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Does it feel light, or does it feel heavy?

An idea surfaces. An opportunity. A fork in the road. A big decision. Little decisions that make up your life.

And maybe it sounds right or looks good at first. It could make you money. It’s there for the taking. It’d be easy to pull off. We so know how to do this. It’s in our wheelhouse. I’ve done it before. Easy. It’s “on-brand. They’ll love this. They expect this. They want this. They’re clamouring for this. Let’s give them what they want. It seems like the next logical step. Let’s move in together, we’ll save on rent.

But…

Does it feel light, or does it feel heavy?

The truth of feelings trumps the strategy of logic.tweet

It’s so simple it’s brilliantly clarifying: Does it feel light, or does it feel heavy? It works for creative focus, and money management, and dinner reservations. It works for deciding where to give your time, your expertise, your Love, your devotion.

Light-based choosing lights you up. You feel a sense of expansion. You feel slightly or immensely relieved. You can hear your invisible support squad saying, “Uhhuh, we got ya.”

Now here’s the thing. The “light” choice, isn’t necessarily the easy choice. Light is RIGHT. Light will return your investment. Light is deeeeep fulfillment. And, the light choice may require courage, and sweat, and a ruddy determination. The light choice may look crazy to everyone else.

But what’s the alternative? Heavy. And heavy brings resentment, and constricted self expression, and it’s anything but good times, or sexy, or … LIGHT.

Don’t say Yes until it feels light. tweet

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Soul Truth Declarations — yours for the declaring.

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Take what you want. Leave the rest. Stretch to believe if it feels good to do so.

My true nature is luminous.

I have everything that I need in this moment to move to the the next moment.

Absolutely everything is progress.tweet

My time and energy are very valuable and I give them as gifts, out of love and awareness.

Love is infused in everything. And as I recognize Love in my day, I become stronger, brighter, more loving and trusting.

The universe is designed to support my unfolding and my delight.

I have my very own place in the cosmos, and from that place, I am connected to the entire universe.

I can always change my mind.tweet

I am not a problem to be fixed, I am an opportunity for Love.tweet

My desires are sacred. I use my Core Desired Feelings as beacons of creativity and action.

My desires lead to my truth. My truth is my power source for living with Love and determination.

My joy and fulfillment are a service to the collective.

Goddess/ God/ Life/ The Cosmos/ The Universe has my back. Always. Completely.

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the Dalai Lama looked me in the eye and said, women rule! (in so many words)

A little story to start the weekend…

TO INDIA WE GO

Just about to turn thirty, I was given a rare opportunity to have a private audience with His Holiness The Dalai Lama. “Hey kid,” my boss said on the other end of the phone, “I think I’ve got us a meeting with the Dalai Lama … at his place in India. You in?”

I had no idea how I was going to swing three weeks in India, the flight from Seattle to New Delhi, Delhi to Bangalore and back. “Yeah, I’m in.” And like most things meant to be, the money showed up at the right time and I showed up in smelly Delhi with high expectations.

His Holiness is based, along with the exiled Central Tibetan Administration, in the high mountain region of Northern India in Dharamsala. It is essentially a little Tibet, teeming with refugee Tibetans and transported monks. And it’s a hell of a trek to get there. Planes, trains, and mini vans switch-backing up thin, cliff-side roads for hours.

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After being thoroughly frisked and passed through metal detectors, my five travel mates and I were ushered into a His Holiness’s meeting room furnished with stunning tankas and red mahogany trimmed sofas. We waited like groupies before the big show.

We were told we’d have precisely fifteen minutes to meet. And he was already fifteen minutes late. What if something more important came up? It would be understandable if he blew us off at the last minute. We weren’t diplomats or officials. We weren’t even Buddhists.

He burst in, robust and radiant, “Sohhh sorry! Sohhh sorry to keep you waiting.” {You’re the 14th reincarnation of the venerable Dalai Lama and you’re apologizing to this motley crew? I thought. Now that’s an entrance.}

COMPASSION, WOMEN + GEN X

We spoke of universal consciousness. Are there different consciousnesses on different planets or dimensions? “One, ultimately one consciousness, is what I think,” he replied. We spoke of current military actions and politics. We laughed. We mostly laughed in amazement at his bellowing belly laughs. I watched him like a hawk. I thought to myself, don’t be glamoured, Danielle. His greatness could be a projection from followers, a role he plays. And still, I felt a complete sense of clean, sincere, awesomeness. In my most humble estimation, this guy registered as The Real Thing.

The clock was ticking. One after the other, like school children in a row, he gestured for each person to ask their question. And then he skipped a beat. He abruptly turned to me. Penetrating gaze. Fuzzy eyebrows raised. “You. You have a question, yes you.” In wasn’t my turn yet. It was Valentines’ Day. I really just wanted to say, “Sir, will you be my Valentine? I have a total crush on you.”

“Uh, yes, well, my generation is at a crossroads where no other generation has been before.” {Duh, that’s naturally true of every generation.} “And I wondered, what message do you have for us Gen X’rs?”

“Ah yes, crossroads.” Nodding briskly. “Well, in the West, you have education, and this is good. And you have technology. And this is good. But, you do not educate your people in values. Values of the heart. Compassion. This you must do.”

“And you see, it does not matter whether you are Buddhist or Christian.” he went on. “Compassion lives in heart, beyond religion. Even me, Buddhist, I can say, you do not need Buddhism, just the compassion of the heart.” Call me cynical, but I just can’t see The Pope being so flexible.

“Women know this,” he went on. “Because, peace, peace is implicit in women. You put boys together, they make war. You put women together, they make peace. Women are the leaders of the future.” He spoke of Jimmy Carter as a leader with feminine-based principles, and Benazir Bhutto as a “very aggressive woman, but good leader…very good leader.” And he laughed. And laughed.

Almost an hour had gone by.

SEEN AND LOVED

Even though his secretary insisted we wrap, HH glanced ’round the room and said, “Okay?” as if to ask our permission to be excused. Quick photo op. Cameras flashing. More laughter.

And then the Dalai Lama did the most incredible thing. When I thought he was about to exit left and high tail it out of there, he moved toward the doorway entrance and waited patiently for each of us to file out. And then he hugged each one of us good-bye. Slowly. Firmly. Like your favourite grandparent hugs you – with thankfulness and deep care, like they have all the time in the world.

And when he pulled back from our Most Holy Bear Hug, he looked me in the eyes, as he did with each of us, and he smiled wide and nodded. And let me tell you, without an ounce of romanticism, being in his gaze was like having the milky way grinning down on me. I have only rarely in this lifetime felt so clearly seen, and so clearly loved. The simultaneity of recognition and acceptance was intoxicating.

And out we filed.

So how do you follow up a meeting with the Dalai Lama? With fries and Coke in a smokey cafe, of course. We debriefed in the glow. We were stoned on the experience. We dissected his political views and take on universality. And each one of us, in our own way, said, “How about that hug, eh?”