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The Soundtrack of Our Lives

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A sign that used to hang in my studio said “Music is what feelings sound like” and for a lot of us, this is true. It has a way of sneaking inside our lives and defining the curves of our emotional landscape. Music is tied to emotion and connected to memories. You can thank dopamine for this – the same chemical transmitter in our bodies that makes sex feel great and riding a motorcycle an...

Of Revolution and Reinvention

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I spent a week in Mexico recently. The funny thing about being an American in a foreign country is that you come to feel, quite honestly, like you could lose yourself. If you could just dress like a local and speak the language, you could walk into town, disappear into the crowd, and no one would ever know. Unfortunately for me, being a pale shade of Northern European and making inevitable...

Life in the Friction Zone

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Ah, the ‘friction zone’ – that illusive sweet spot between the clutch and the throttle, your left and your right hand, smack dab in the middle of stalling the bike and keeping it upright. Instructors call this “the friction zone” and it’s similar to learning to drive a car with a manual transmission, except the clutch, gas, and shift control are in different places. I know some of you have...

Remember Your First Time?

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Remember the very first time you sat on a bike? You wrapped your knees around the tank and felt its girth, then grabbed onto the handlebars, lifted it off the kickstand and sensed its weight shifting underneath you. You started it up, then felt the sheer terror of its power rumbling through your bones and lighting your blood on fire. In the beginning it was all fits and stalls and a few big...

What If? (Thoughts on an Interconnected Life)

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What if… Freedom meant truth. Truth meant contentment. Contentment allowed sleep. Sleep meant rest. Rest meant communion. Communion meant intimacy. Intimacy meant peace. Peace meant balance. Balance meant growth. Growth meant life. Life meant light. Light meant everything… What if…?   – Lynda Meyers, 2011   This is is a series of thoughts I wrote back in 2011...

My Brand Is Human

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I keep thinking back over my years of blogging, trying to recapture some of the vigor with which I used to send my words out into the digital stratosphere. Back in 2006, when I first started blogging, I never combed the internet looking for relevant tidbits to comment on or build a blog post around, I just lived life and tried to engage with my kids, and I blogged my way through, trying to...

Question of the Day: What’s The Best Thing About Being A Writer?

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I think it was Flannery O’Connor who said: “I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.” I feel a lot the same way. I’ve journaled ever since I can remember, and whenever the world gets confusing or I don’t know how I’m feeling, that’s what I do. Early on, these were little more than letters to God as I understood them. As I understood *him*. Somehow, by the end...

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