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    Nov012012

    Limb

    I’m out here on a limb
    I’ve never been out this far before
    I’ve chosen to live out here
    Because I know
    For me to live any other way
    Really isn’t living

    Sometimes it feels lonely out here
    But it’s the most beautiful
    The most exciting
    The juiciest place ever

    I look back
    And see where I used to be
    It was so safe there
    But I never felt safe
    It can be so scary out here
    But I feel safer out here
    Than I ever did back there

    I had a plan
    First I would grow
    Then after I had grown
    I would live out here on a limb

    But that’s not how it works

    Life was happening
    And some of it was passing me by
    So I made myself start moving out on a limb
    And I started growing the moment I started climbing out here

    I had it backwards

    I don’t grow so that I can live life out on a limb
    I live life out on a limb so I can grow

    And that has been the most wondrous discovery of my life
    It’s given me the courage to stay out here
    And live my entire life from a different place
    Live My Life Out On A Limb


                                                 - Clint Piatelli

     

    ©2012 Clint Piatelli & Red F Publishing. All Rights Reserved

    Monday
    Oct292012

    Poetry Kicks Ass 2

    Note: If you haven't already, you may want to first read Poetry Kicks Ass, my first post on the ins and outs of writing poetry for the one you love.   

           Okay. How the hell do you write poetry for the one you love? Follow me.
           The first thing you need is some alone time. So create some. Just you and whatever you’re writing with. A computer is no less sensitive to your outpourings than a pen and paper. It’s not a sterile tool. Use whatever works best for you. I use both a computer as well as the pen and paper.
           If you go the pad and paper route, buy a journal dedicated strictly to poetry. Choose a journal that has some gravitas to it. Get one with a hard cover, or even a leather cover, maybe with a design on it that attracts you. It should have archival quality paper. Don’t go with a ninety-nine cent spiral wire job from Office Max. Those are for high school chemistry class. This is poetry, damn it. It’s far more important that learning the molecular formula for Chromium sulfate (which is CrSO4 by the way).
           If you’re into color, like I am, buy a set of colored pencils or pens. The point is, your tools should inspire and excite you. Whatever they are. Set yourself up like this and you’ll be more inclined to write, more inclined to create.
           Find a place where you can let yourself feel without being distracted. That could be some quite place in your house, outside in the woods, or anywhere you feel safe and at peace.    
           It’s important to be inspired when you write poetry. And inspiration can hit you at any time, anywhere, if you are open to it. In addition to your dedicated poetry journal, I recommend carrying a smaller journal and a pen with you everywhere, so you can write whenever anything hits you. That whatever could be a word, or a phrase, or an idea, a sentence, or an entire poem. Whatever it is, get it down immediately. And run with it as long as you can, given the circumstances. Use what’s in this little pad as the raw material for some of your poems.
           I’ve been at meetings with, of all people, lawyers, and had ideas for writing. I can’t flesh them out right then and there, because I need to pay attention to a person I’m paying $300 and hour for. So I just jot down the word or phrase and do the best I can.
           Getting to our feelings proves difficult for many. But again, feelings are essential in writing emotive poetry. That’s another reason why it’s crucial to be able to jot something down when it hits you. Because if something hits you, it’s moving something inside of you. And you have to grab those moments when you can.
           Here are some ideas on how you can drop into your heart.
           I recommend the following: music and pictures. Audio visual. Music is a fabulous trigger for our emotions. Put on some music that moves you. Then look at pictures of your lover that move you, or pictures of the two of you together, while you’re listening to music that touches you. And that music can be anything from AC/DC to Beethoven. We aren’t going for specific feelings. We’re just going for feelings.
           Another powerful suggestion is to use scent to evoke emotion. Smell, in fact, is the most evocative of all our senses. When we smell something we’ve smelled before, and that smell was associated with a powerful emotion, we are more likely to experience that emotion again. It doesn’t have to be associated with your lover, but it can be. Let’s say you like the smell of evergreen trees. Well if you like them, there is a happy feeling associated with that. So go out in the woods and smell the pines with your iPod and your pictures and see what happens. Or light a candle with a scent that speaks to you (Yankee Candles are, in my extensive olfactory experience, the strongest, best smelling candles out there).
           If you like the way your lover smells (and you better, or your relationship is probably not going to work), then use something......anything.....that smells like her or him and literally inhale their scent as you write. You can ask your lover to wear something all day, the day before you plan to write, and then have him or her let you use that. You can ask them to wear something that day, and have them give it to you, fresh off of their bodies, just before you write. Or you can just go through their laundry and sniff the clothes, finding something that smells like her. I’ve done all three. It’s fun. All of it.
           So you’re alone. You’ve got the music going. You’ve got the pictures in front of you. You’ve got the candle going. You’ve got the shirt she wore that smells like her. It’s all going on. Now what? That’s next.

    ©2012 Clint Piatelli & Red F Publishing.

    Wednesday
    Oct242012

    Phoenix

           Writing. Like music, forever my perfect partner. They are both always there when I need them. And I am always there for them. I love them beyond measure, and they reciprocate. I will never leave them, and they will never leave me. No matter what. We both give each other to each other.
           Together, we experience something sacred; something bigger than ourselves yet so very personal. Together, we create our own very intimate magic.
           I’ve posted a lot about music (click on the orange word “music” and easily get to them all, including this one, which will appear at the top of the page). Everything I say about music, I can say about writing. And that realization just came to me, right now, as I’m writing this very post. I love it when that happens. When I can use the moment to comment on the moment.
           At times when I’m in a lot of pain, I often write poetry. Writing down what’s going on inside of me when I’m in those dark places is critical to getting me out of them. When I get away from my writing, or my music, I stay in those places longer. And I’m never doing that shit again.
           Some of the best poetry comes from a place of great hurt and sorrow. Just like music. It’s not the pain that creates the great song, or the great poem, but the depth of the emotion one accesses. That emotion can be anything from great joy to great pain to great lust to great love. But you must fully experience that emotion to create something big from it.
           Like a perfect form of renewable fuel, our feelings fuel the creative engine. And that engine is what moves people with our expressions.
           I wrote the following poem about fifteen years ago. Although I was in a very painful place, I created something beautiful. That’s the splendor of art. From the ashes rises the phoenix.    
        

     

    IS MY LIFE JUST AN IMAGINARY TALE            

    Is my life just an imaginary tale
    Where I make up all the characters
    Where I make up myself

    Is my life just an imaginary tale
    Where everyone and everything is real
    Except me

    Is my life just an imaginary tale
    Where I make up all the everything
    To keep myself real

    Do I live inside this story
    Or do I live outside of it
    And exist simply to tell what I see

    Is my life just an imaginary place
    Where happiness only happens to other people
    And which leaves me hurt and scared and alone

    Is my life just an imaginary tale
    That I tell to myself as I meander through the days
    Do I exist just to narrate this meaningless story to myself

    Is my life just someone else’s story
    Seen through my eyes

     

    ©2012 Clint Piatelli & Red F Publishing. All Rights Reserved.

    Friday
    Oct192012

    Poetry Kicks Ass

           “Poetry Kicks Ass”. Yes. Yes it does.
           That very phrase may sound contradictory, even absurd. Fine. For it underscores precisely the inherent vernacular dichotomy I propose.
           Poetry Kicks Ass because it has the potential to be extremely powerful while also being extremely concise. Like a helmet to helmet hit from a free safety, teeing up from zone coverage, on a slot receiver coming across the middle. Just like that devastating collision on a football field, poetry can send a game changing message very quickly, and with a force of communication far greater than you may realize.
           To all of you lovers out there, if you aren’t writing poems to each other, you’re like a defense that never blitzes. You’re just not taking enough chances. You’re just not risking enough of yourselves. You’re just not being vulnerable enough. And you’re letting opportunities pass you by.
           And here’s the killer: Anybody can write poetry. Because there aren’t any rules. Despite what you may have learned in high school, poems don’t have to rhyme. They don’t have to be grammatically correct. They don’t have to be spell checked. You can make up your own words. Poems don’t even have to make sense, at least not in strictly literal terms. As the poet, you have absolute freedom to say whatever you want, however you want to. And still have the potential to communicate effectively. How fuckin’ cool is that?
           As men, we must confront the fact that just writing poetry, even if nobody on earth ever reads it, carries a stigma so strong that it prevents most from simply writing down potentially poetic material. I’m not even talking about actually organizing and forming ideas into poetry. I’m talking about just writing stuff down.
           Both sexes must also confront the belief that only “poets” can write “poetry”. That goes hand in hand with the belief that many people believe that they are just not creative enough to write poetry. Or not creative, period.
           We are all creative. And we can all channel that creativity into some sort of poetry. Try this on for s moment....
           Remember when Rocky wrote Adrianne a poem in Rocky 2 ? Here’s this fighter, a person not at all thought of as creative; a guy who makes his living punching the snot out of other guys; and he wrote a poem. It was a simple poem. Because Rocky was a simple man. But it was.....FROM....HIS....HEART. And that is the whole point. The only point. So his message was conveyed with devastating effectiveness. Just like his left hook. Because it came from deep inside of him.
           I know it’s just a movie, but this is a great example of art imitating life. If Rocky can write a poem and make it move his lover, then so can you.
           Maybe writing poetry is about as important to you as blowing your nose. But I challenge you to accept the possibility that writing poetry can improve your relationship with your lover; that poetry can enhance communication between people who love each other; that poetry can stir up wondrous creative energies in you that have been latent, and make you feel more alive; and I maintain that poetry will steam things up in the bedroom. And even the best relationships can benefit from more of all that.
           In my next Poetry Kicks Ass post, I’ll help you write poetry. I’ll tell you what works for me. And I’ll give very practical, concrete advice on how to create poetry that will sing from your heart and touch the heart of your lover.

    Wednesday
    Oct172012

    Muffin of Change (part 2)

           In my post, Muffin of Change Part 1, I described a watershed event that was made possible because of a series of shifts and openings that had occurred in my life. Openings and shifts continue to emerge for me, and the processes involved are worth sharing.  
           I love to share myself. I really do. it gives me a joy that I can’t completely describe. Equally as important as the buzz I get from sharing, is the possibility that my sharing gives something to you; to those who choose to participate in my life with me. My sharing, in all of its incarnations, is the manifestation of my deep need to do my life with others.
           And through that deep need, I realize my sincere desire to transform myself and to assist others in their transformation. But before I get way ahead of myself, which I’m really good at, let’s get back to the mission of this particular post; to share my journey with you.
           A few months before I reconnected with my older brother, I engaged in practices that were designed to create space in my life. Space for new things to emerge. For a while, all too often, my ways of being, my ways of thinking, my behavior, my attitude, and the way I was engaging in my life, was not working. Or more accurately, was not working enough. Nothing was broken. But my life wasn’t firing on all cylinders either.
           Far too often, I would get down on my life. I would get down on me. But what I came to realize was that my life was not the problem. And I was not the problem. The problem was how I was choosing to be in my life.
            I made a commitment to myself to transform what wasn’t working. Specifically, I committed to transforming how I brought myself to my life. Especially to areas that were causing me pain or not creating fulfillment. And then I followed that commitment with action. Lots of action.
           What occurred were a series of what I describe as “openings”. Put another way, opportunities manifested that, because of how I was previously being, were not possible.
           The mysterious magic is that we don’t know what those opportunities will be, or how they will manifest themselves, or when they will occur. Even if we think we do. Because, our minds being the wonderful, powerful, usually incredibly arrogant creations that they are, convince us that we can figure everything out simply by using what’s between our ears. We think we can simply out smart our life. But as hard as we try, we can’t. And believe me, I’ve tried. And I’m a smart fuckin’ guy.
           If instead we commit to free ourselves from that which is holding us back, and thus create openings, then when those opportunities present themselves, we are ready to accept them. To choose them. Whereas before, either the opportunities would not present themselves because, as the adage goes, “when the student is ready the lesson will appear”; or, if the opportunities do present themselves, we are not ready to accept them. So we simply miss them altogether. Or we just say “No”.
           I had no idea if or when I would ever reconnect with my brother. And even if I had, I never would have conceived of it the way it happened. But because of the openings I created, I was ready. And I didn’t even know it. And the possibility presented itself. And I said yes. And my life is now quite different.
           Now to the nuts and bolts of what I did to create the openings necessary for my life to expand.
           The first thing I did was some unique body work out in Phoenix with a woman named Laurie Handlers. Her company is called Butterfly Workshops, and she is a remarkable woman. I won’t go into specifics, but I will tell you that the work helped me. If you’re interested in learning more, check out her website at www.butterflyworkshops.com.    
           The Master Cleanse came next (www.mastercleanse.org). It had a greater impact on me than I could have possibly imagined. Ridding myself of toxins created space. That’s just metaphysical math; toxins take up space, and with them gone, now there’s room for more of the good stuff. And by toxins, I’m referring not only to chemicals that physically resided in my body, but metaphysical emotional, mental, and spiritual toxins that poisoned my ability to function at a higher level on all those planes.
           Through The Master Cleanse, I not only created room, I became lighter. I lost weight. Lots of it. Physical weight. Psychic weight. Emotional weight. There is now a levity about me. Which has nothing to do with being shallow. I go deep. Really deep. But I don’t go there from a heavy place.
           Back in June, I began meditating in earnest. Usually just emptying my mind. Though sometimes, depending on the meditation, filling it with the energy of love, strength, abundance, possibility. What I had been told by everyone who meditated, but remained a concept I could not grasp until I actually did it consistently, was that the practice of meditation is what matters. Unlike say, engaging in a workout routine, where doing it “properly” or “right” is important, with meditation, there is no “right” or “wrong” way of doing it. Doing it is the way.
           I started writing again, posting what I wrote in my blog, and thus sharing what is in my heart and in my mind. I was publicly exploring myself. Exposing myself. Being vulnerable and risking greatly. Taking the chances necessary that are leading me to fulfill  my vision of taking my message to the world. Boldly, Courageously. Lovingly. Powerfully.  
           To that end, I’m in the process of turning this blog into the centerpiece of my brand. The Muscleheart brand. I’m terribly excited about that. I can’t get very specific yet, because I’m still working on the vision, and I don’t want to dilute the product before I unveil it. But I can tell you that through my brand, my objective, beyond that of full self expression, is that I want to impact you. I want to move you. I want to evoke an emotional response from you. I want to connect to you. And, through all of that, I want to assist you in the opening of your heart, the fuller expression of your self, and the deepening of your capacity to give and receive love. Through doing what I do, I want to inspire you to expand the emotional capacity of your life.
           Continuing my Genius Coaching has also been critical to my expansion. I’ve been working with a man named Otto Siegel since January. But we’ve taken it to a whole new level now. His coaching is about creating a literal “Life Upgrade”. Check out his website at www.geniuscoaching.com.
            Recently, I participated in The Landmark Forum (www.landmarkeducation.com). The Forum is s hard thing to describe, but if I had to boil it down, I would tell you that, not so coincidentally, it created space in my life for possibilities. That is what I’ve been doing, in one form or another, for the last five months. I was having difficulty seeing how my attitudes, my behaviors, my very words, were preventing me from creating room and opportunity in certain areas of my life.
           In effect, I’m creating a new paradigm for myself. I’m manifesting a new plane of being that before was unavailable to me because of an invisible ceiling that I unconsciously put over myself. I lived inside a house that, although felt pretty big, and in some ways was (for example, in the area of self expression), it was not nearly big enough. Not big enough for who I really was and who I was becoming. Not big enough for who I wanted to be. Not big enough for where my life could go. And, I could not see how big my life already was. Nor could I see how much bigger it could become. I didn’t see the size of what I was in nor all the room for expansion. Because I wasn’t looking out the windows. There were plenty of them in the house, because I love windows, and I create them naturally because it’s who I am. I just wasn’t using them.
           In part three of what I’ve affectionately deemed my “Muffin Posts”, I’ll tell you about another realm of expansion. Possibilities have shown up in yet another area of my life that, I have to say, have completely shocked me. An area of my life that years ago was a source of great pleasure, but eventually became a source of some of my greatest distress.
           I’m talking about The Purple House.


    ©2012 Clint Piatelli & Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.