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A writer’s life is spent entering secret passages and opening doors. If the passages are too dark or dim, I might take the time to turn around and go back to look for a light. And if re-tracing my steps feels like it is too long ago, I might simply feel my way with my senses in the darkness. After all, I might trip over a flashlight and kick it into life or develop human sonar or spy a flicker of light down one of the corridors or develop a seventh sense. Anything could happen in these secret passages. After all, I am the author.
If doors are locked tight, I may start to hunt for a key. Or not. If looking for a key feels too time-consuming or futile, I might resort to one of those battering rams that you see in movies that involve crooks and the FBI. Boom. Open sesame. It’s up to me. I am the author.
[pas·sage (ˈpasij/) noun: the act or process of moving through, under, over, or past something on the way from one place to another.]
There are just so many remarkable words in this sparse definition. Act. Process. Moving through, under, over, or past something. On the way from one place to another. Sometimes I forget or take for granted or don’t pay attention to the ponderous weight that each word in our lexicon — any language’s lexicon — bears. These varied words that writers place on the page bear a nuanced message that goes far beyond the symbols and morphology that transcribes experience into imagination.
Writing. Socrates believed that writing was detrimental to the mind — that by writing something down, we have essentially dulled the mind’s ability to remember what is important. Being a writer, I look at the written word differently. Writing allows me to see my soul reflected back to me in a way that other experiences and relationships can’t. It is a solitary journey perfect for the exploration of secret passages. And my muse seems to like the secret passages the best.

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You’ve got this. I used to go to the gym each night after work, the kind of gym that offered those maniac spinning classes. I used to look in to the classroom and watch those spinning pedals and sweating bodies and think, “That looks way above and beyond my physical abilities.” I wanted my body and my mind to perform like the spinners in that class, but it looked so exclusive — like it was for people who were in far better shape than I was, both physically and mentally — and kind of technical really, what with having to adjust your bike just so.
Well, I met the instructor, Scott, one day when he was coming out of one of the classes. Scott asked me if I would ever be interested in trying a class. He told me that spinning is for everyone, and that he thought that I would love it.
I decided to try it. I went to that first class and Scott was there, ready to help me adjust my bicycle so my ride would be comfortable, write down the adjustments so I could do it on my own for my next class, and make sure that I had a full water bottle.
It didn’t take long into that first class and I was hooked. Scott wasn’t one of those class instructors who shouted and berated exercisers to push beyond their perceived abilities. His mantra throughout class was always positive: “You’ve got this!” Scott understood that optimism and encouragement were what helped people to grow and to be excited about new challenges. The class was not only fun but spiritual, too. The hard workout put my head into a new place that out-rode (pun intended) the thoughts from the day that were still chasing me.
While we pedaled like crazy, added resistance, stood up, sat down, and stretched to cool down, Scott told everyone how great they were doing. He adjusted all of his instruction accordingly: for those who were struggling with a particular ride, he offered alternatives so that everyone’s workout would be rewarding . . . and he ramped things up for those who had been coming to the class for a while and wanted even more challenge.
It was one of those very rare classes that fitted everyone. We all added some visible muscle during those classes, and we all grew a good measure of inner strength as well. We learned that we could do our best and feel good about it — no matter what we each had accomplished in class.
I don’t know if I fell in love with spinning or if I simply so appreciated Scott’s much-needed encouragement. Maybe both. In the ways of time and change, Scott moved to Portland, and I moved to an island. I live where there are zero spinning classes and the mountain behind my house serves as my combination elliptical trainer, spin bicycle, and treadmill.
The elevation gain up the mountain is a gentle master and is much less challenging than the spin classes. When I am out walking, I think about the other challenges in my life that have nothing to do with breaking a sweat or making another loop before heading home.
We all need someone or something in our lives that motivates us to reach for that light switch — that extension of ourselves that pushes us to exceed our own expectations. I used to hear from Scott from time to time, but it’s been a while. When I do hear from him, he always has encouraging words to say. Scott is one of those people who helps others keep their optimism flipped to On. Thanks, Scott. I’ve got this!
Author bio: Kennedy Farr’s passion for writing first caught light at the age of four when she learned how to write her dog’s name P-e-p-p-y on a sheet of lined tablet paper. Kennedy is a daily writer and blogger, a lifelong learner, and a true believer that something wonderful is happening right now in this very moment. Kennedy lives view-high on the mountainside of an emerald-green island in the Pacific Northwest.

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Greetings, lovelies. Today is a great day to Choose You.

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Again . . . Albert Einstein leads us by the hand and takes us to what it is about our own selves that makes us who we are. What a remarkable person he was.
What is the first answer that pops into your head? Got it? Next, download a [FREE] journal worksheet that will take you just a little bit further into and farther down your Road of Curiosity.
I love having Google at my very fingertips . . . but still. Anything you want to know is just a Siri-command away. Who wrote Stand by Me? What is the Mariners – Angels score? What are the health benefits of turmeric?
Are you one of those Instant Googlers that reaches for your phone when you or someone else wonders something aloud? Does having Instant Information at our fingertips or voice command rob us of deepening our curiosity? Do we learn an answer and then dismiss it and maybe even forget it until the next Wonder enters the room?
I wonder. Does having this wonderful advantage of instant information simply stuff us full of trivia and rob us of our passionate curiosity at the same time? There is a difference — a chasm — between Knowing and Wanting to Know . . . a gap between Knowing An Answer and Wanting to Know more about stuff. At least this is what occurs to me. It seems that I know more and more about less and less than I used to . . . which is all good. But still. Don’t we truly want to know more, possess more knowledge, feel that depth-scraping satisfaction that only deep learning provides?
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Life is simply so interesting and there is soooooo much to be passionately curious about. Live life large and expand your curiosity’s range of motion. Think like Albert and less like a Googler. Be you. Be interesting. Expand who you are.

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Here are some inspiring videos for you . . . from sunflowers dancing to jazz . . . to monarch butterflies making their entry into the world . . . to inspiring words that dare us to be great . . . take some time today to be inspired and then start planting.
This is so cool. Sunflowers feeling the beat . . .

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I don’t know about you but I am one of those people who always feels excited when I find a random feather when I am out walking. I feel especially happy when I find a Stellar’s jay or a flicker feather — two of my favorite birds. There is something about finding this little gift that adds a sense of promise to the day. I come home and add the treasure to a egg-blue bowl that is on the center of the table.
When the windows and doors are all open, the feathers lilt out of the bowl and tuck themselves under the couch or behind the laundry room door. The small downy feathers are the most adventuresome, as they can travel the farthest. I have even found a few feathers that traveled from the main floor up and over the rail to my open-floor office. When I again find the treasure in the house, it feels as if the feathers found another opportunity to fly.
I know some people who feel that a found feather is a gift from a loved one who has passed. It is a little message of love that says, “I am here. I love you.” I sometimes feel the same way. At other times when I am needing a boost, I feel a strong affirmation that every little thing’s gonna be all right.
These little gifts from nature remind me that life is good. That there is a good measure of synchronicity in any given day. That if I keep my eyes and heart open, good things are always right here in my very presence.