The Muse Papers


What If You Could Be 17 Again?


Just finished watching a “going back in time and doing it all over again” movie – 17 Again.

Afterward, Nessa, Mark and I chatted about whether we think we could enjoy going back to high school if we bring everything we’ve learned since then.  We all agreed that even with our experience, we would still loathe it.

It got me thinking – what have I learned since high school?  What skills could I bring back to make it better?  I came up with the following:

  • I’ve learn to dance as if no one is watching me
  • I’ve learned to do things, like go surfing – stepping out into the world download adobe cc master collection 2015
  • I’ve learned how to study, and write better than I did then

But being in high school, and even college, is all about relationships – friendships, love, romance, laughter and fun.

In those areas I’m not sure I’ve made much progress since I was in high school.  Actually, I’m pretty sure that while my NLP skills would make me fit in better, on the inside, I’d be depressingly similar – solitary, guarded, distant.  At least now I’m a lot happier about it.

I came home this evening to find out that a really nice guy, one who I was casually interested in had died unexpectedly.

Made me think that it’s never too early, or too late to learn those skills, to become more connected, have more fun, be more outgoing – so that if I did drop 20 years, I’d have a blast.

On Worshiping Cats


The neighborhood cat – Burrito – is teaching me how to be worshiped.  I learn this critical skill slowly and she give me many opportunities to practice.

Here’s the scoop.

Often in the evenings, when I’m busily working on my archery supply store, Burrito will leap onto the bed and demand access to my lap.

I automatically remove my laptop from my lap (she has me well trained), whereupon she ambles onto my lap and settles in for some worshiping.  Namely me worshiping her.

I’ve started to wonder why I do it.  What is the allure of this transaction?  I am not generally easy to interrupt, except perhaps for fine wine and dark chocolate.  Ask my friends, that’s uncharacteristic behavior.

After meditating upon it for several days, I’ve realized that what I get out of it is the enjoyment of her enjoyment.  Burrito very clearly and obviously loves these orgiastic petting settings,  she adores it, she convinces me that my petting is the most wonderful thing that has happened to her in a lifetime of wonderful things.

What do I get out of it?  I get clear validation that I have value.  I can make a cat amazingly happy.

So I start to consider the players, the worshiper and the worshipee – and the role of each and the precarious balance of pleasure.

I consider the key elements of both roles

My responsibilities as the worshiper – to worship in the way that provides the most pleasure to the worshipee (Burrito in this case) – to focus only on how to pet her to provide maximal pleasure.  To listen and watch her none-to-subtle cues and learn the art of worshiping her.

And each cat is different.  I tried to worship Pagan (my friend Mel’s cat) the way I worship Burrito and got a row of scratches for my efforts.

The responsibilities Burrito as the Worshipee – to accept worship that is clearly her due with abandon.  To clearly, abundantly and unequivocally enjoy the worship.  To communicate with abandon to the worshiper ways to maximize that pleasure.  To make the worshiper feel like the best cat petter in the entire world – ever.  Nothing more, nothing less.

I have seen this done well, both by cats and by women and personally I have always stumbled upon the twin rocks of guilt and reciprocity.  I have never, until now, seen it as a complete experience in and of itself – one with value for each party complete within the interaction.  No need for more.

When Burrito has had enough attention, she daintily gets up and hops off my lap.  I pull my laptop over and go back to work.  Neither of us feeling any unresolved obligations from the interaction.

Go figure.  The things I learn from the cat.

Our Greatest Fear


Our Greatest Fear

it is our light not our darkness that most frightens us

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure browse around this site.

It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God köpa viagra online.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other

people won’t feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.

It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.

—Marianne Williamson


I love this poem.  It speaks to me of taking responsibility to step out, to be a leader, to take on our power in the world, to manifest our desires.

Web Marketing – Understanding the Story


As a marketing specialist with a focus on web design, my first task with a new client is to understand their goals.  Then I formulate a marketing process to reach those goals.

I’m starting to work with a new client, a museum.  I understand the mission of the museum, it’s clearly articulated in the mission statement.  The goal is to manifest that mission.

In this particular case, we’re starting by talking to current clients, chatting up people who visit the museum to discover what they think, and what they would like to see.  As we gain an understanding of how the museum is currently seen, we’ll uncover options to change that viewpoint.

It’s kinda like what we learned in Operations Consulting classes in my MBA program – go out to the people on the street – they know what they want, and generally have some really great ideas on how to go about it.

My sister and I met up in Anaheim yesterday – she in from Atlanta – I on my way back to Honolulu, and designed the sample questions to talk to my clients visitors.

I find that often my work as a marketer stretches me – pushing my boundaries this site.  I’d rather not go out and interview people.  I guess I just don’t consider myself that bubbly, outgoing, “come talk to me” kind of person.  And I think interviewing people will provide huge value to this project.  So, at my next meeting we’ll discuss interviewing clients and review out sample interview questions.  Until then I’ll review other musuem’s websites and learn.

On a personal level, it was fabulous spending 4 days with Stephen Gilligan at his small group workshop.  The other participants were smart, interesting, hard working and fun.  Gilligan exudes “realness”, which on some level gives us all hope

I am just back – jet lagged, and re-committing to my blog and my diet.