April 15, 2014

My trip to the ER

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Darlings, Last week, I promised to give you the 5th and most important step in creating a pleasurable experience. To recap for those of you who are tuning in today for the first time, the creation of a pleasurable life is not easy. In fact, it is actually easy to live a miserable life — […]

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April 8, 2014

How I make magic happen

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Darlings, Like every single one of us, I work hard. I especially work hard when I launch a new program. Last weekend’s Mastery launch was not only the highlight of my teaching career with the largest, most expressive, most brilliant Mastery class ever, but my incredible team was absolutely spot on, glorious, gorgeous, generous and […]

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April 1, 2014

Bettered. Bested. Beyonded.

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Darlings, There are those days, in a life, that you work for and towards with your whole heart and soul, that seem, sometimes, just out of reach. I know those days so well. And then, there are those rare and wonderful days in a life, where home plate slides right into you. A good thing. […]

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March 25, 2014

47 years of “too late”

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Darlings, Today I get to share with you one of my favorite things in the world — the story of an incredible woman that I got to meet because of the School of Womanly Arts. I have a special fondness for the women who hate me at first sight. I can see her passion and […]

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March 18, 2014

Blood sisters

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Darlings, I am in the middle of an International Countdown. A huge caper. Me, my team, and women from 10 different countries and 30 different states are on the road together, even though most of us have never met. We are all winding our way down indescribably different roads, heading to the same destination. We […]

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My trip to the ER

Darlings,

Last week, I promised to give you the 5th and most important step in creating a pleasurable experience. To recap for those of you who are tuning in today for the first time, the creation of a pleasurable life is not easy. In fact, it is actually easy to live a miserable life — do nothing, and you will have a miserable life.

But pleasure requires discipline, it requires attention, it requires practice. We all want pleasure, but because we live in a world that celebrates you for how hard you work, how busy you are and how much multitasking you are capable of, pleasure is like a stepchild, kind of like Cinderella — she never really gets a proper invitation to the party. And just like the Stepsisters, everyone feels a little funny hanging out with her — kinda like they’re doing something a little bit wrong, which is assuredly frowned upon.

On the other hand, a life without pleasure is a life devoid of meaning, devoid of color, devoid of deep down soul satisfaction. (Click to tweet!) Pleasure makes the mundane magical. When I am faced with a sink full of dishes after a huge dinner party, if I open a bottle of champagne, crank up the music, grab a couple of friends to help, and get them to all sing along to the oldies, doing the dishes becomes Part II of the party. The mundane becomes magical.

The ingredients of every pleasurable experience are always the same:
1. Planning
2. Invitation
3. Anticipation
4. The Big Event
Bonus: If you have hit all your marks, and have done 1-4 really well, default pleasure will land in your lap.

(To review last week’s post, click here.)

The 5th and final step to creating pleasure is the most important step of all. continue reading…

How I make magic happen

Darlings,

Like every single one of us, I work hard.
I especially work hard when I launch a new program. Last weekend’s Mastery launch was not only the highlight of my teaching career with the largest, most expressive, most brilliant Mastery class ever, but my incredible team was absolutely spot on, glorious, gorgeous, generous and flawless.
I wanted to take you behind the scenes a bit, to give you a peek into my personal pleasure practices. How do I make sure the magic happens? I want to show you how I make sure I have filled up with enough fun, pleasure and joy, so I can give give give, and then some.

Pleasure.
How do we find her? How to seduce her? How to include her and invite her perfumed presence into our daily lives? What does she want? What does she like? Why does it seem like she is here today, and then abruptly vanishes?
What is the trick to having her stick around and stay a while?

Pleasure has been much maligned, much misunderstood, and much overlooked. Hard work is cheered and praised. Pleasure has been the stepchild. And yet, with the support of all of you, the Pleasure Revolution is working her way into our culture. Have you noticed? After working herself to the point of total exhaustion, Arianna Huffington woke up and turned the pleasure page. Her new book, Thrive (which I have just begun reading, and love), has nearly a whole chapter on arranging for proper sleep! In pink silk PJs. Fantastic. I slept better last night, after reading her words.
Last week, the New York Times reported that, recently, some of the biggest banks on Wall Street have gone against the 24/7-nose-to-the-grindstone corporate culture that has been in place for decades, and are insisting that their junior bankers to do what was once unthinkable: take an entire single weekend day off. Four times a month!

Pleasure is seeping in, Sisters. (Click to tweet!)

I have been studying the discipline of pleasure for years, and I want to give you the inside track on the bones, the architecture, the structure of pleasure, so you can actually design a life that will allow you to experience pleasure any time you wish, ongoingly.
Sound good?
Pleasure is deliberate, not casual.
Surprising, right? We think fun is just, well, fun.
And that is should be easy. After all, it’s just pleasure.
Not.
She requires planning, she does not happen by default.
Well, actually, she may happen by default, but only after careful planning.

For example, remember when you were in high school? And there was a Senior Prom? And even if you chose not to participate, there were a bunch of kids who served on the Prom committee. Those kids got together every week, and planned the Prom. They picked the theme, chose the decorations, hired the band, found the venue. They planned the menu, picked the flavor of punch (remember the mountain of sherbet, floating in ginger ale?) ordered the invitations, and sent them out. It took weeks for them to make all these decisions. The planning of the pleasure of the Prom was a kind of pleasure.

Then there was the anticipation, where everyone decided if they were going to go, or not. And were you going alone? Or with a date? Who was going with who? And then, the inevitable: what to wear? Where to shop? What shoes? Hair up, or down? Shall we all chip in and hire a limo? Or get Dad to drive? And on and on and on.
The anticipation of all that pleasure was a pleasure.
Then the big night arrives, and everyone shows up, tuxes rented, corsages in place, and the pleasure of the party begins. There is dancing, drinking, laughing, crying, exclusion, inclusion, the whole spectrum of magnificent teenage glory.
Can you begin to see the structure, here?

The ingredients of every pleasurable experience are always the same:

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Bettered. Bested. Beyonded.

linderpix-danceDarlings,

There are those days, in a life, that you work for and towards with your whole heart and soul, that seem, sometimes, just out of reach.
I know those days so well.
And then, there are those rare and wonderful days in a life, where home plate slides right into you.
A good thing.
But I got bettered. Bested. Beyonded.
This past weekend, home plate got handed to me on a silver platter. 925. Engraved.
The launch of Spring Mastery 2014 was the highlight of my teaching career.

linderpix-ilovThe extraordinary assemblage of women was more than inspiring. I am still vibrating from the soaring altitudes we climbed together.
Soaring altitudes of sisterhood.
Sisterhood is not something we get taught as women. We have been taught not to trust women–that women are back-stabbing social climbing jealous detractors who can steal our men and take our jobs, and we have to be on guard, all the time.

And what I saw, felt and experienced in Weekend One of Mastery was the sisterhood redux of my dreams. continue reading…

47 years of “too late”

Darlings,

Today I get to share with you one of my favorite things in the world — the story of an incredible woman that I got to meet because of the School of Womanly Arts. I have a special fondness for the women who hate me at first sight. I can see her passion and longing right through her fury. Her story is always so wonderfully dramatic.

This week I have the pleasure of sharing with you a story from Leslie Berliant, a Mastery graduate from last year. I hope you are as inspired by her story as I have been. I love hearing her challenges and her triumphs. I think they are all ones we can relate to.

Take it away, Leslie…

SG LeslieBefore Mastery, I was stuck, isolated and lonely.

I had recently moved across the country on a whim, after living in LA for 12 years. My daughter had just started college and was living away from home for the first time. My business partner of 10 years was telling me I was worthless and was stealing money from me — and I let her, because I kept thinking I deserved it. My health had taken a nose dive. I was in a long-distance relationship, and it wasn’t working.

I signed up for Mastery because a friend of mine insisted I do it. I remember getting together with her after she graduated, and noticing the shifts in her immediately — she looked so radiant and feminine and powerful. I thought, “Whatever she’s got, I want some of it.” I trusted her, and said YES to Mastery, without reading anything about it.

On that first day of class, I sat in the back of the room making snarky comments, thinking the whole thing was hokey, and somewhat crass — I felt nothing. I texted that friend who sent me, saying “What the hell did you get me into?!” continue reading…

Blood sisters

Darlings,

I am in the middle of an International Countdown.
A huge caper.
Me, my team, and women from 10 different countries and 30 different states are on the road together, even though most of us have never met.
We are all winding our way down indescribably different roads, heading to the same destination.
We will meet, in about ten days, at the first weekend of Mastery.

(Pssst…we have 9 spots left.)

And, as you can imagine, this convergence is much on my mind.
So many women, from so many different backgrounds, different cultures, different life experiences.
What do we have in common?
Desire.
Longing.
A deep, numinous tug that feels like destiny.
That nothing else soothes or speaks to.

This deep numinous tug — listened to, responded to, served, surrendered to — is the very recipe for a woman to begin to truly live her unimaginably beautiful destiny, rather than quietly, desperately longing for it.
And there is nothing more important for a woman to pledge her life to.
Each woman is a perfectly designed essential contribution to the future of the world she inhabits. Mastery is the key to unlocking a woman’s ability to live the legend she was born to become.  continue reading…