Sunday, July 28, 2013

Warning: Don't Be a Living Hyperlink.

Sometimes in a hyper-connected world, messages
become hype, losing the substance of the original message itself.
"We're the most networked society in the history of the world"
says Richard Laermer, author of
Full Frontal PR and 2011; Trendspotting.

"Texting, talking virtually slapping each other's backs, Skyping, tweeting, Ninging, every second telling each other things in some SMSociety.
But when it comes right down to it, we're not actually
substantially connected by any one thing.

We are networking, but not connecting, doing things
so that we can tell others we just did them.
We're living hyperlinks.

 - Fascinate - Sally Hogshead.

There's a matter of speaking truth,  reposting someone else's
truth and living your own life.

Where in this does your truth lie?

We are loosing social interaction and deep human connection because we are making ourselves unavailable to truly listen to our intuition and to others.

Our constant output is making our ego huge, leaving no room for love.  Our stories become so great that there is no black and white anymore.  It's all grey.

Where in this does your truth lie?

Constant tweeting, retweeting and posting makes for a great one sided argument.

Hiding behind technology and the stories we take as truth leave no wiggle room for friendly conversation or debate.  Especially when you are sitting right in front of a living, breathing, loving human being.

Everyone is wrong.  When we are constantly right.
In this, there is no room for love.
Only war.
War within and war without.
Conflict within, conflict about.
Everything but our own truths becomes an illusion.  And it is here where we will continue to remain separate, victimized and alone.

Don't hide behind the hyperlinks.  Come out and live freely among the trees.

And yes, I'm just as guilty.  That's the beauty of it - my own damn admission.
But you've already condemned me.

Peace.

Mick G











Sunday, July 21, 2013

Counting Blessings

It's hard to imagine being on my
knees with no roof over my daughters head.
It's hard to imagine I've lost a business.
It's hard to imagine my body turning against me,
delivering to me the message of me how wretched physical pain can be.

But those things are now an illusion and nothing compared to the circumstances of some,
a fraction compared to what others are going or have gone
through.
But today, from where I sit, from what I truly know, it's subjective.
I get it now.
Each of our personal, painful blows are test of our will
and how and if we will gracefully choose to co-create.
We can choose to wallow and remain low or we can choose to fly.
And flying to me means soaring with nothing short of a smile.

That's what doves do.  That's what Angels do.

Today along with everyday, I am counting my blessings.
Not just as Grace before dinner, but as I walk my dog and as I sit here typing,
extending those blessings to each and every stranger that enters my home.
Sure it may be unbearably hot and business in the shop may be at a crawl but I have my health and the vibrance, wisdom and humor of my child.
We have a roof over our heads and GOD! do we have song in our hearts!

Ladies and gentleman, if you want to fly...
Laughter is a must on a daily basis.
So are spontaneous dance parties, being flexible and being kind to people who piss you off.
Sometimes chocolate is necessary. As is crying!
Just please, do not becoming caught up in the sadness, the madness, the why or the what could have been.

Sophia and I are here, in heaven;
that which is created by us, on earth.
We have been and will remain PEACE.
We will share our smiles and hello's with strangers because as Sophia says "It's our favorite."
We will always hug trees in the space between.  No looking back and no jumping ahead.

Just being.

I love you.
I love everything about you
whether you love me back to a degree or not.
That does not make me codependant or desperate.
It makes me be that which I have asked God for - at peace.


Thursday, July 18, 2013

Dear Cancer,

FUCK YOU.

The selection process in WHO you choose to torment
and rip from this earth is no less than gut wrenching.
It never seems to be someone quite horrible and "deserving" which I could
rattle off at least five people that I know of in this category.
But don't take my polite suggestions! I mean apparently you wouldn't.
You're ruthless.
You're a shapeshifting predator and worst of all you're man made!

I know that you know there is a cure.
But I also know that you know that greed and money
and power are wrapped up tightly in your tainted sleeves which now scream industry.
I know you are part of the darkness that seeks to extinguish the light here on the earth plane.

For this reason and for all the people you have claimed
I will do my very best to forgive you, to ask all of my higher
ups to put forgiveness over the madness and
chaos that bring.

Ladies and gentleman,
In my overwhelmed basket of personal emotions,
I invite you to write your own letter to the C word.
please air it out if you will, get it off your chest.
I will hold space here for you in the comments or in email - Michgall@gmail.com
then will release this anger, frustration, sadness and madness in a full moon release prayer on Monday.

With love,
Michelle

I dedicate this blog to
The family, children, friends, caretakers and community
of our beloved
Tara Boyle Mirabella.
May her children grow to know her strength and courage.





Sunday, July 7, 2013

Redirecting Rejection & Owning your $%T!

I love helping people reframe some of the stories that they are really stuck on.
Why? Because pessimism is empty and possibility is endless.

If you have been rejected in work, relationship (be it friend or romantic) I'd like to offer this Fairy Godmother type thought: In that experience is your opportunity to be led to what is better, more fitting and more appropriate for you.
You see, you may think that you have a hold on what it is you deeply desire.
You need your friends to act or react to you in a certain way, you need your love life to smell or feel a certain way and well, your job has to go according to your plan or forget it, the world is coming to an end!
But what if what let all of your demands go and really trusted that there is a plan and it's better suited for you?
We are learning and growing in each and every endeavor and experience that shows up. If not, then we are dead!  Life was not made to be boring.  Trust me.  But also trust that in the wild ride (the process) is where we LIVE.  This is where the nectar is, the juice, the good stuff.  The memories are here.  The laughter is somewhere in between too.

So what if you went out on a date and the person decided to run for the hills.
Someone better is coming!
Big deal if you didn't get promoted!
That "side project" idea you've been mulling over for years
is actually your souls calling and in your rejection lies the opportunity for you to try it!  OWN IT!
And if your friends are acting out of alignment and not texting you back or disappearing after always being so needy then see it as an opportunity to love them from afar and stay safe in the quiet zone.

Not everything has to be a headache, or a meltdown.
Our judgements and expectations are keeping us so far away from happy that it's THAT SIMPLE.
We can find time in the quiet time between the wars we wage on ourselves and others to really clean up our side of the street.  Where are we acting out of alignment? Without kindness?

As always you can email me or simply take what you need and leave the rest here.

My love to you and yours always,
Mick G

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Happy Birthday Witch Wolf!

In November of 2006, I tucked myself away in the foggy
Inner Sunset of San Francisco, typing for hours every day for thirty days. Sometimes until madness really set in.
I clicked away at my lap tops keys while my bedroom constantly shook from the N Judah line stopping right outside my window on ninth ave.  I turned off my phone and my myspace/friendster to ignore pleas of my friends to go dancing, or to happy hour  or out to shows.  The noise outside my window toyed with me.

 How the hell was I going to write a book being the social butterfly that I am?

And there were days I longed to see the sun or do anything but write but couldn't bare leaving Mick and her journey.  It was more than time to set her free cause she lived within me long enough.

Fast forward to 2010.  Honestly, hands down, probably one of the most trying years of my entire adult life.  Shit hit the fan in so many ways that there were moments I wasn't sure which end was up.  Searching for answers I grabbed a copy of Russell Simmon's Super Rich after seeing him talk about it on Ellen. I was moved.  This would inspire me to give birth to Witch Wolf? The Curse despite all of the years of rejection and almost signings with publishing houses or agents. Setting my first novel free, and releasing the outcome while just enjoying the process....was to be my new adventure......

So on July 4th of that same year, I self published
Witch Wolf? The Curse 
and what unfolded next I'm pretty sure will end up my life's movie.

The self portrait picture snapped by the Times News Reporter in the back of Strange Brew Coffee shop in Jim Thorpe (now that's FORESHADOWING FOLKS!) didn't just make the paper, it made the front page!
I can remember my mother calling at 6am screaming about the news.
The facebook messages from strangers with the subject line "remember me?" flooded my inbox.
I met strangers who wanted to "do business" with me and had friends who couldn't stick around for what was blossoming.
Then there was the sold out book signing at the Emporium of Curious Goods,  Venus & The Moon's abrupt birth & death, a copy of my work found it's way home in Jim Thorpe's Dimmick Memorial library
and copies are still selling at Seller's Fine Arts and Books .
....AND here we all are.
There have been many wild, wild memories and I've made some amazing, true friends along the way.
My life is forever changed because of that one risk
I took while going through a pretty dark time.
Sophia and I are so happy and so very, very grateful.

But let's face it, nothing in my life has been 'traditionally' done so to speak.  So this trajectory was perfect. And I can't tell you enough how thankful I truly I am for the process and all it's revelations and gifts even if they came in really unusually shaped, oddly colored boxes.

Happy Birthday Mick!

Now, to pay homage to a friend that has
supported me along the journey
I want to give a
huge shout out to Mark Driesbach
who has courageously given birth to
Bugs At Bedtime and Other Adventures.

Mark is a very creative soul who I've known for decades.
I'm so excited that he sharing his work with the world!
Mark will be doing a book signing at
Natural Impressions July 13th, at 1pm.  Please stop by and
join me in wishing him an awesome journey and nothing but love, luck and success with his debut book!

Ladies and gentleman, if you have a creative fire burning deep within you,
give birth to it.  The worlds needs you too.
When you release the outcome, I promise you that the process is really magical.

All my love,
Mick G






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