Eat My Face.

HOUSE PARTY? FOR HALLOWEEN??

mszigzag — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 05:41:54 GMT

I know that Howl is happening, but i want to hit a house party as well. Anyone know of a great Halloween House Party?

let's get fangs together!

mszigzag — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 04:33:03 GMT

I have an "in" with a denturist that will make custom made fangs for only $60. I have room for two more people. They last forever and match the color of your teeth, it's a totally professional job. She custom makes the whole shabang. She only does this for friends, or friends of friends. If you ever wanted a bitchin pair of fangs for Halloween....or for that kinky night on the town, act now! First some first serve.

Rumpus ME UP! Got Pillows? Futons? Cozies?

mszigzag — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 15:33:04 GMT

I'm helping with the regional Burning Man Decompression Party on Oct 17th. We could really use your help with Cozies... Futons Pillows Blankets Cozy things. Please email me at ms.zigzag@gmail.com I can come get them and bring them back! Thanks!! xoxo

Why Am I still SIngle? The Question of the Year...

mszigzag — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 10:29:42 GMT

http://mszigzag.typepad.com/ms_zigzag_/2009/10/albert-camus-wrote-that-the-only-serious-question-is-whether-to-kill-yourself-or-not-tom-robbins-wrote-that-the-only-seri.html The question, “Why still single?”is both a compliment and an accusation. I usually smile and pause. I take it to mean I am a catch. I take it to mean that I am a woman most men wonder about and simultaneously fear. I do not have children. No mortgage. No debt. No Abortions. No Prozac. I have no hidden secrets because I have this blog and most people know too much as it is, so there is no hiding. (Yes there was that one stint with that one weirdo vampire-guy who really did kiss me and made my gums bleed from two symmetrically cuts above my canine teeth, but I have no explanation for it and have no idea where he is. I was 21 in New York. I take it he is alive or dead and doing well. ) I have no porn videos that you can find on youporn.com, so all in all I am still a catch. So why still single? It’s a strangely fascinating position to be in. Some days I feel I have won some "just-turned-forty" social lottery that allows me the freedom to be as crazy as I want to be, some days I feel like I will die if I do not get my arms around someone. I got a dog, and truthfully it helps. Yet, I still want to text message that certain someone (the one I’m afraid of) and ask if I can crawl into bed with him, but instead write clever texts like, “You gotta see the moon, “ hoping he will see that as a hint and ask first. Sometimes it works. Other times I go home alone, and after the first sting of realizing that he didn’t ask, I honestly get happy that I am home alone doing whatever I want, whenever I want. It’s a weird trade off. Backtrack: I spent years in long monogamous relationships. My first was 16 to 21, then 22 – 28. From there it got vague. I scrambled and got lucky (yes lucky) and met a man of my dreams, at least for 2 years until his drug addiction, my sex drive and my panic set in, and then it all blew up in our face. We married (for all of 6 months) because we thought that would save us. It didn’t. It actually created a wound so deep even Tonya Harding would have to break more than a few legs to make it equal. So I think: Been there done that. Scared to death to do it again. Since the divorce I’ve scrambled by falling in love with men I can barely live without, yet want to find freedom from. Because when you're single and you've finally made it past the age when you've felt love's deepest slashings, and also its most hot passions, past the age when getting stupid drunk at basement parties and hooking up is the ultimate goal, and you've had enough sex to fill hundreds of porn movies and everyone around you is no longer on some sort of giddy, wide-eyed-oh-this-is-the-one parade, what it means, at least for me, is that you get to become this odd sort of sounding board - you get to enjoy and lament all that love is. Which is another way of saying: I am learning something. Or rather, re-learning. Or rather, I have something that everyone sort of knows. Some people envy it, some people feel bad for me, and no one likes to talk about it, but their curiosity gets to them and they clench their teeth and they ask, “So why still single?” I know. Shocking. Singlehood at my (dare I say) “mature” age can be a time of profound cleansing, of enjoying the moment as something new and old, of trying to figure out just what you're all about and what you really want and how to go about getting it, or not getting it, or letting it all go and not attaching to it so that it may find you, in the best most honorable and sexiest way possible. It goes on. There are no rules. Monogamy. Polyamory. Dating. Seeing. Fucking. Loving. Living. I have friends that fuck their friends. I have friends that fuck strangers. They all write stories about how he is the one, or she is the one, or they are the bunch. There is no pattern. The exceptions are the rule. There is no approach that, overall, seems to work for most people most of the time. There is not even a hint of possible formulas. Kids? Maybe. Maybe not. Kids don’t bind bad relationships. If anything bad relationships fuck up kids. I vote break up and at least give those kids a chance at seeing true love, or at least true devotion. Find someone to love, or love yourself first. Your kids will thank you. And for god’s sake save a friendship over a good fuck. Even if you have “that connection." That connection is more temporary than true friendship, because odds are the friendship is (in the long run) WAY more important and valuable than following your lonely, horny ass. All of these plans and renditions of relationship is why God laughs. We want it all. I know I do. And the truth is that I have it all. Love is not something I am lacking. I have nurtured and kept sacred the ones I love. So many loverships and so many friendships. I have so many people that I would die for I can't count them on all my fingers and toes. So when that lame ass guy asks, “Why still single?” I snicker to myself, because I have more love than most. I have more sex than most, and if the shit hits the fan I have a fan club that will come to my rescue the same way I will come to the rescue of those I love. Those that know, know I love them. I’m not single. I have more love, more attention, more connection and more freedom than I've had in all my years combined....And all of this because I chose to live my own love life. I dare say I am love. Looking at it all I have never been single. Never was. Never will be. But yes, I've still got my hopes up, still got my fingers crossed, because that's the best part of all this nonsense. I still believe that it's simple because for the most part, I still believe in love. http://mszigzag.typepad.com/ms_zigzag_/2009/10/albert-camus-wrote-that-the-only-serious-question-is-whether-to-kill-yourself-or-not-tom-robbins-wrote-that-the-only-seri.html

biting off my arm...

mszigzag — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 19:00:21 GMT

"Days like today I just want to get high, have sex outside in the sunshine, drink a margarita, get sweaty, and do it all over again. Alas, instead, I'm on this thing typing sober, fully clothed, and biting my arm off."

DOGGIE STYLE!

mszigzag — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 17:46:03 GMT

Who needs a man, when you have a dog? GOTO: http://mszigzag.typepad.com/ms_zigzag_/2009/09/relationships-revisited-this-time-its-easy-.html

WERD Writer's Group BACK IN ACTION

mszigzag — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 03:18:51 GMT

WERD Portland's Hippest Writers Group. This time it's spoken word, monologues, and/or performance art. Get it out of your system and get on stage! We create a safe, fun environment for beginners, as well as experienced writers. We will meet Sept 17th for the intro! Then every Thursday night for them month of October. Then every first and third Thursday in Nov and Dec. Please tell a friend that might be interested in a writer's group! DATE: Sept 17th intro TIME: 6:30 - 7:45 LOCATION: North Portland, Mississippi MORE: $30 for nine Thursdays! email me for details zigzag@mszigzag.com No one turned away.

Burning Man Canceled?

mszigzag — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 21:17:09 GMT

Check it out: http://www.theonion.com/content/node/29344?utm_source=facebook_1 GERLACH, NV—The Burning Man festival, a prominent artistic and countercultural event that draws tens of thousands of people to the Nevada desert annually, is in danger of cancellation this week because "no one had their shit together enough to even make it," organizers said Tuesday. Enlarge Image No One Makes It To Burning Man Festival The empty Burning Man festival grounds. "Jesus Christ, this is pathetic," said event coordinator Ethan Moon as he angrily gestured toward the empty Black Rock Desert basin expanse, known as the playa. "We've been promoting this thing all year. You can't start panhandling quarters for gas the week before the festival and expect to make it here in time, man." Moon listed some of the most common no-show excuses, among them oversleeping, forgetting to request time off work, faulty van-borrowing arrangements, a shortage of ochre body-paint, and the last-minute realization that transportation to the Burning Man festival requires money. "As of a few weeks ago, or even a few days ago, there were 30,000 people who honestly planned on coming," Moon said. "In every case, however, there were, well, you know—shit happened." Although Burning Man festivals have had no-shows in the past, Moon said he's never witnessed absenteeism on this level. "You have to figure out a way to get here, stock up on water and extra clothing for the cold nights, and make sure you have adequate shelter," Moon said. "Apparently, the advance planning it takes to arrange those three basic things was more than anyone could handle. Sorry to be on this uptight trip, but check out the playa. Not a single nude dude in a homemade papier-mâché tribal mask as far as the eye can see." Although Burning Man is billed on its web site as a "temporary community dedicated to radical self-expression and radical self-reliance," it became evident that the no-shows were more capable of the former than they were of the latter. Los Angeles silkscreen artist Goldi Trewartha was among the tens of thousands of Burning Man devotees who stayed home this year. "Yeah, I was supposed to go with Ari and Shel, but they couldn't score [Ecstasy] in time for the trip, and I forgot my bartering beads at my friend Marnie's place in Los Feliz," Trewartha said. "Oh, and I forgot to get a dog sitter." Added Trewartha: "Shel made this great suit out of old stuffed-monkey pelts and duct tape, and he was going to hop up and down on this old trampoline he found. But his ex, Nikki, made him babysit [their daughter] Gaia while she headed out to Big Sur for a few days. I love Nikki, but sometimes she can be real flaky." Chaz Bullard, a University of Vermont undergraduate and veteran mud person, had multiple excuses for his failure to attend the Burning Man festival. "I totally spaced that August is 8, and I wrote down 9 in my sketchbook," Bullard said. "Oh, and I got evicted. Yeah, fuckin' Dyl up and ditches me, right, and I'm stuck owing $700, because he wasn't on the lease." Bullard added that he contracted hepatitis from his ex-roommate's tacos. Enlarge Image No One Makes It To Burning Man Festival jump Boulder resident Paul Sandley, who was halfway to Burning Man when his truck "totally konked." Moon said he has received apologetic phone calls from a squadron of recumbent bicyclists lost somewhere in southern Nebraska, a Kentucky artist whose pet python was too carsick to continue the journey, and a group of Germans who uncovered a fatal structural flaw in their "Freak Harnesses" art installation at the last minute. Hippies were not the only counterculture group to miss the Burning Man festival. Portland-area Linux user and self-described cyber-conceptualist "Free" Lance Kaegle explained his absence in an instant message from his studio. "I was organizing this boss techno-art project called 'Off The Grid,'" Kaegle wrote. "We were going to set up computer terminals in various parts of the playa and have people use them. Then we'd feed the binary data from those terminals into this fractals program that [Silver Lake, CA software designer] Ricky [Thomas-Slater] wrote. Those fractals would be sent, on the fly, to a group of exiled Buddhist monks I befriended online. The monks would transform the fractals into a temporal sand painting, the making of which we would webcast live to everyone on the playa." Added Kaegle: "But I had to stop working on the monk thing to finish up this Pam's Country Crafts web site I'm working on. I really need the money." While most absences were accidental, a few were not. Doug "Crazyroot" Pycroft, a former smoothie-stand employee, has a history of missing countercultural events. "I thought about going, but then I decided I don't need some dudes pushing their rules down my throat," Pycroft said. "That's the problem with these things. If they're so nonconformist, how come you gotta obey some fascist wearing a lanyard just to use the Port-A-John? Same reason I refused to go to [The Church Of The Subgenius'] X-Day back in '98. Hell, I ditched the very first Lollapalooza one hour in." As a cloud of sand whipped across the desolate playa, Moon could only shake his head. Although the weeklong festival traditionally culminates in the igniting of the Burning Man, a 50-foot-tall wooden structure strapped with fireworks and other incendiaries, Moon wondered aloud whether he and the handful of other staffers should even bother. "I guess we could burn what we've built, but it would just feel anticlimactic with no one around to watch," Moon said. "You gotta look at the bigger picture here, folks. You shouldn't think of Burning Man as a burden. Burning Man is about being part of a community. Unfortunately, it's a community of people who can't get up before 1 p.m."

Shift Happens: #1 Job Hunting Tip Revealed.

mszigzag — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:17:12 GMT

I’ll cut to the chase: Buddhists say life is suffering. But that’s just a message lost in translation. What the Buddhists meant to say was : “I hope you dance.” (Some people translate it as, “Go watch Star Trek and eat Ju Ju Bees.”) I want you to do something today (not later, not next week, today): go through your phone list (or crackberry) and call three people that you know are doing really well and talk about what’s working. Talk about how it’s summer time and the sun feels good, about how life feels open and full of opportunity. Emphasize the juicy, yummy stuff. Bask in it. (Even if you have PMS, hate your boss, are broke, heartbroken, or overweight it doesn’t matter.) What matters, is that you engage, today, in a conversation that is positive, uplifting, and emotionally compelling. Listen carefully and feel it. Enjoy the moments of feeling good. Because if you are not feeling good you are wasting your time. I’ll say it again, in case you didn’t hear me the first time: if you are not feeling good you are wasting your time. Yes, you will fall down, you will have your heart broken, you will die, you will have to start again, and you will still have to occasionally listen to Republicans like Sarah Palin, but you already know this. It’s part of life, BUT it’s not the purpose of life. The purpose of life is to feel good and to enjoy it. Here’s the million dollar answer to all of your job hunting needs and it comes in the form of a question: How much joy are you feeling? Because the true measure of success is not about the money, the career, the Prada footwear, or how hot your spouse is. The true measure of success is how much joy you are feeling. And if you are not feeling joy, you are not in alignment with who you really are. So remember to call up three people (even if it feels awkward or scary) and talk about the good stuff, ask them what is going well. I did, and it changed my life. Immediately. Suddenly things are flowing. I promise you will automatically feel a shift in your life. If you are feeling out of alignment you will feel much better, and if you are already feeling good then rock on, and bust out even more good vibrations. Remember, everything you dreamed of lies on the path you’re on now. My Soul Search / Job Search Update for week two: * Haircut. First and foremost good hair makes ALL the difference. I cheated on my hair dresser and got a cut from my friend Bethany, who works at Bella Tocca. Good hair days make me strut, and we all love a good strut. * Had an amazing dinner with big -thinkers that made me realize that earth is heaven and I'm sitting in the saddle. I just put blinders on sometimes. * I got my ass SCHOOLED by a business coach named Chris Lachman who put me in check and had me questioning my whole existence in a way I had forgotten. (Picture a big greek dude with a gold chain, a smile, and a heart so big it fills all of Portland, and you've got the idea.) He made me realize that I had let go of my dreams and it was time to reel them back in. (you can email Chris for business consulting at chris@keith-lachmann.com) * A few great leads, and an interview set up for next week. * I got closer to my friend Melissa who is one of the lights of my life. She is a true angel and with her I realized that I'm not interested in my past, I'm only interested in the glory of my future. * Now - what will I wear for the next-strut-o-thon?

My Love Song To God

mszigzag — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 04:09:28 GMT

Listen to it Here: http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/The_scientist/7385903 The Scientist, by Coldplay Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you Tell you I need you Tell you I've set you apart Tell me your secrets And ask me your questions Oh, let's go back to the start Running in circles Coming up tails Heads on the science apart Nobody said it was easy It's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard Oh take me back to the start I was just guessing At numbers and figures Pulling the puzzles apart Questions of science Science and progress Do not speak as loud as my heart Oh tell me you love me Come back and haunt me Oh and I rush to the start Running in circles Chasing our tails Coming back as we are Nobody said it was easy Oh, it's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be so hard I’m going back to the start

A Life Coach Gets Schooled: Job Search Part One.

mszigzag — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 02:31:55 GMT

yeah, I spill my guts on all sorts of goodies and answer the question, "Are booty calls good for your resume?" read it here: http://mszigzag.typepad.com/ms_zigzag_/2009/07/a-life-coach-gets-schooled-job-search-part-1-.html

I admit it : I can't stand the mainstream.

mszigzag — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 01:43:39 GMT

(I've renamed my tribe blog to: things I can't say on Facebook.) But seriously. I mean, come on, I love people for being people, but god-fucking-dammit if I'm not a freak at heart and sick of those suns-of-biatches that still think that owning a rolex makes you better than the guy that kisses his kid goodnight. That, and if I have to fake another smile to Jimmy -the-retard-backward-baseball-cap-wearing-dead beat I'm going to puke. People need to wake the fuck up. I mean really. <end rant>

Storm's "Crazy Enough" has Hips with Grit.

mszigzag — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 03:17:25 GMT

Get all the nifty links and goodness here: http://tinyurl.com/ku8tkv Yesterday I saw Storm Large’s play, Crazy Enough. Although it is everything you want: raw, sexy, gross, sad, and inviting, I have to admit she looked tired. I got the feeling that although she appreciates her part in the ever-expanding-majesty that has become Storm Large, she didn't seem thrilled to be there. At least not at first. But hey, it was her 91st performance and if you only got one day off a week and had to relive the pain and suffering from your life you might be a little tired too. I’m used to her energy being vivacious, contagious, and riling, but last night something stirred underneath her poker-face. Luckily she is a good performer. Scratch that: she is an extraordinary performer with the gusto of Mick Jagger, the courage of Philip Petit and the sex appeal of Mariyn Monroe. After 20 minutes she was lubed-up and roaring. The show went off without a hitch. The play is an excruciatingly honest story about her relationship to her mentally ill mother, her drug addiction, growing up tall and lost, and above all - the celebration of life and the driving spirit that keeps her alive. Granted, she could get on stage and sing twinkle twinkle little star, fart, cough and spit, and I would still tell you she is amazing (because she is.) However, what I realized 20 minutes into the show was that “Crazy Enough” is not just a story of her life, it’s a way for her to keep her mother alive. I remember watching her sing Wish You Were Here , as a dedication to her mother, on Rock Star: Supernova. She cries as she sings. Little did I know at the time that her mother had been addicted to pills, had tried to commit suicide numerous times, and had been admitted to a mental ward. That, and when Storm was 9 she was told that “mental illness” was hereditary and she would be insane by her twenties. Talk about a death sentence for a child. In the play Storm admits to wishing her mother would die and how much she hated her mother at times, but the irony is that the play allows Storm to relive this story over and over and over and over…92 times if you count her performance tonight. Here’s the thing: I’m jealous of Storm because she has managed to not only keep her mother alive, but do it gracefully. (My father died last fall, it broke me, so I get it.) The play has been extended to July 26th. Which means she gets to relive it a whole lot more. Better than therapy I guess, and it’s profitable. ) After a lot of hoot and hollarin’ from the audience she came alive and found her place on stage and gave us the gift of letting us into her world. Standing 6 feet tall she was glowing like a queen. One of the main things I love about her is how she exudes truth, love, and dirt at the same time. There is nothing that comes closer to witnessing the divine than when you see someone being authentically true. Storm has mastered the word “real.” So even when she is tired, there is an energy that pours out of her. Like a big wave she bursts, and you get pulled in. Once you are in, you are hers and at her mercy. She takes no prisoners and takes you to places high and low. Sometimes she takes you to scary places you may not want to go, yet you are grateful that you went for the ride. Crazy Enough is not to be missed. You will walk out inspired, happy, sad, and crazy about Storm. What: Storm Large in ‘Crazy Enough” Where: Portland Center Stage” When: Now through July 26th Tuesday – Saturday 7:30 pm, Sunday 2:00 pm Cost: Tickets from $25.50- $48.50 with student and under 18 discounts available

Superhero Training this saturday - last chance for free entry/donation only.

mszigzag — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 05:06:12 GMT

Superhero Training will be going big soon. Right now it's by donation only - and no one turned away. Next time this 3 hour workshop will be $99 bucks a pop. This is the last “beta” version of my Superhero Training and is currently by donation, or come for free. You can read more about it at the website www.superpoweracademy.com. June 20th, 2009 11-2pm Awakenings Wellness Center 1016 SE 12th Ave Portland, OR 97214 Here’s a hint of the workshop format: We go over the 6 traits of a superhero (see below) and define our greatest challenges in life. Then we do some unveiling of that challenge, and finally we break out into groups and figure out our unique superhero identity. In this workshop you will discover the 6 traits of a superhero: 1. Learn what your extraordinary skill, power, or ability is 2. Learn your back story and/or the challenge that you faced at a young age that contributed to discovering your power. 3. Learn how your power serves the world. 4. Discover your secret identity! 5. Discover your secret headquarters or base of operations. 6. Find out who your supporting cast is. Don’t forget to go to www.superpoweracademy.com for more details. Thanks bunches, -- Dawn [ZigZag] Montefusco www.coachzigzag.com www.mszigzag.com

Ever heard the Term, "Gone through the wringer?"

mszigzag — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 23:15:59 GMT

(Please goto http://tinyurl.com/l65f3x for all the nifty links, references, and fun pictures that go along with this blog. I've pasted the text below for your convenience.) My Battle With Depression... Question/s: Are you just a little freaked out these days about the (dare-I-say-it) economy,war,swine-flu? Are you anxious more than usual? Losing your hair? Not getting laid well? Or not getting laid at all? Jobless? Did I cover everything? Oh, what about your health? Your teeth? Back problems? What's that new mole? Allergies? Overall lethargy? Come on....it's hip to be screwed! But please, don't give into the hype. I did. I got hit from behind I think, although it could have come from the sidelines: Depression. We've heard it before: "Deep crisis can produce new growth." But it's the kind of thing we forget because when you're depressed you forget to look up. Here's the thing: Recently I went through the wringer. Gory details of the last 12 months: two "failed" relationships: my father died, I turned 40, went broke, and fucked up my lower back three times. I've experienced tremendous guilt, grief, anxiety, and depression. I've come close to checking into a hospital and asking them to please remove my brain. I've gone to the depths of drinking too much to numb the pain from losing my father AND losing my mind. I've hired shrinks, coaches, psychics, and healers of all sorts. I was gifted a trip to Kauai where I was TOTALLY happy, came back, and got really sick again. Lost my voice, and screwed up my back for the third time. I've read all the books, practiced every meditation I knew how to do, and STILL found myself walking (limping) aimlessly through Portland streets with my phone turned off and wondering, "What the Fuck?" Here's the paradox: I'm a life coach.The irony is that the work I do with my clients has been AMAZING. I now seem to be able to tap into things intuitively and do work with clients that is by far the best work I've ever done. I see things happening with my clients that blows my mind. But although this work was fulfilling on one level, most other parts of my life was seemingly deteriorating. I would put on a poker face and then, at the end of the day, (for the last 9 months or so) when it was too hard to face my own life, I hid in my room and watched 6 seasons of scrubs. (Yes, Scrubs.) Eventually my friends started to wonder about me and would call to check in. I didn't answer but they would still leave loving messages and invite me out. I am so grateful that I have friends like this. Unfortunately I kept my phone off and in-between episodes (of Scrubs) would ask God what on earth I was doing. So trust me. I know what I am talking about when I tell you that deep crisis can produce new growth. Something finally popped. After a hormonal-marathon menstrual cycle that produced new depths of depression, and all the crying and crying and more crying. I read a book called, The Path of the Dream Healer, by Adam. It was enough to allow me to breathe again. Then I read Healing Back Pain, by John Sarno. Upon reading the book, which deals with emotional triggers for back pain, my back pain ceased. Huh, something was shifting. Then I read Zero Limits by Joe Vitale. I actually DID the work. I even brushed up on my EFT, and started to understand something I had forgotten. I'm fine. My life is perfect the way it is, and actually nothing is wrong with me. I know it's a hokie concept but I decided to just focus on really loving me AS IS. I might be crazy after all these years, but I can love that too. So I wrote "I love you" on thirty pieces of paper and put them up all over my house, and in my car, and in places where I would see them. And every time I saw one of those pieces of paper I would say out loud, "Dawn, I love you." (Sometimes I say ZigZag. My identity crisis is another issue entirely.) Success in life is measured by the amount of joy you feel. I realized that I was able to be a raging success again if I simply changed my INSIDE world. Mind you, I "know" this. I am a life coach after all, and a seasoned coach at that. 8 years in the running with 4 years of my own business under my belt. So why the hell do I forget to apply my own principles? HA. The joy started to trickle in. I no longer felt the need to "figure it out." I'm still not totally there, and I still have work to do, but I can tell you that it's working. I don't think I'd be where I am today if it were not for the ultimate pain I went through. I've learned to use a few basic methods of mediation and healing. Namely Ho-Oponopono and EFT. (Yes, I "tried" to go on anti-depressants as a last resort, but my awesome doctor wanted me to work through this on my own first. He doesn't pill-push and I'm grateful for his faith in me.) If you're reading this odds are we know each other, perhaps virtually, or perhaps in another life, but either way we're on the same team: Team Life. If you're going through a lot right now just remember the answer is not outside of you. You have everything you need. I know that true success is closer than we think. All the fear out there is nothing but illusion. Once I "tapped back in" I could feel the difference. I make sure to say I love you to the divine too many times to mention. Call it flow, call it source-energy, call it god, call it Fred, I don't care what you call it but the only thing to tap into is what is INSIDE of you..not outside of you. Does this sound cliche? Does this obvious fact annoy you?..then you haven't REALLY tapped in yet, have you? I'll end with this quote from the book, Ask and It is Given: "The basis of life is freedom, the result of life is expansion, but the purpose of your life is joy." All my love to you. Dawn PS - Images found at www.explodingdog.com

How to impress me...

mszigzag — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 16:09:03 GMT

http://mszigzag.typepad.com/ms_zigzag_/2009/06/how-to-impress-me.html

Who were you in a past life?

mszigzag — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 15:45:03 GMT

It is being called the most documented case of reincarnation ever. A little boy is able to recall over 50 memories from someone else's life. http://www.fox8.com/wjw-reincarnation-txt,0,1190900.story

Hawk being Chased!

mszigzag — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 16:13:02 GMT

Yesterday I watched a hawk get chased by a raven , while a hummingbird buzzed near me, and a finch flew over my head. All in the sunshine before noon. God I love life.

here is a gift for you

mszigzag — Fri, 29 May 2009 07:56:31 GMT

I sent this to Kamikaze Kelly and was inspired to send it to all of you. Enjoy: http://www.mszigzag.com/feelslikehome.mp3 Michael Stillwater : /www.innerharmony.com Feels Like Home Om Brahma Vishnu Shiva Shakti Kali Maha Deva Elohenu Alleluia Adonai Jehovah Abba Matta Wakantaka Kyrie Rama Om Buddha Allah La Illaha Om Mane Pa Me Hung All the love that's in the world In every boy and every girl Is in you, is in you. O it Feels Like Home, O it Feels Like Home, O it Feels Like Home. 'Cause we're not alone now, No we're not alone now, No we're not alone. (repeat) O God, O God, O God Is, I Am That I Am. (repeat) Alleluia, Om Namah Sivaya. 'Cause It Is Like Home, O It Is Like Home, O It Is Like Home.

How I used magic to get to Kaui...

mszigzag — Fri, 29 May 2009 01:52:10 GMT

Here is how I got to Kauai and manifested the trip of my dreams... #1 A few months earlier I was sad that an ex-boyfriend was going to Kauai without me. (I will spare you the details but lets just say that the politics were totally lame.) Suddenly I couldn't stop thinking about beaches since I had thought we were possibly going together. #2 A few months later I was bummed when I found out another friend was already in Kauai! What the hell was going on with Kauai? Now my curiosity was peaked! But.... #3 Money was tight. Couldn't justify a trip (or so I thought.) #4 I put a picture of Kauai on my desktop computer and stared at it for three days. I decided that I would simply love Kauai, even though I was not able to go at that time. #5 I got an email (out of the blue) from a friend that was offering an amazing personal development retreat and wanted me to come as his guest. ie scholarship for 7 days, 6 nights staying in a gorgeous (huge) house on the north shore beach. (gush) #6 Flights were suddenly only $400 bucks for ten days. =) #7 I emailed friends and said I needed a place to stay for the last 4 nights. Got a room for $49 bucks a night at another beautiful home. #8 Arrived and had a totally amazing-mind-expanding-magical-time. (AHI wraps, gorgeous people, met a dragon and transmuted it into light, went kayaking, saw whales, snorkeled, swam in dark caves, chanted in dark caves, sang songs with guitars and drums....) #9 Fell in love three times. (Four if you count the birds, but not the roosters) #10 Already planning my next trip back. for all the pictures and some video goto http://mszigzag.typepad.com/ms_zigzag_/2009/05/how-to-get-to-kauai-with-magic.html **THANK YOU Micheal Doris, Ursula, Andre, Kaelohi, Ruba, Julie, Fiona, Tim, Mark, Annalia, Ingrid, Phil, and all you earth angels that met me on the beach.

the difference between you and a saint...

mszigzag — Fri, 29 May 2009 00:34:41 GMT

Hafiz asks, What's the difference between a saint, a true lover of God, and someone else? "The saint knows That the spiritual path Is a sublime chess game with God And that the Beloved has just made such a Fantastic Move That the saint is now continually Tripping over Joy And bursting out in Laughter And saying, 'I surrender!' Whereas, my dear, I am afraid you still think You have a thousand serious moves." — I Heard God Laughing, Renderings of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky

SUPER HERO TRAINING! This Saturday.

mszigzag — Thu, 21 May 2009 06:46:04 GMT

www.superpoweracademy.com “Heroes take journeys, confront dragons, and discover the treasure of their true selves.” Carol Lynn Wright Pearson Discover your superpower and how to apply it to your life purpose, career, and relationships. In this simple, profound, and creative workshop you will activate your personal power, skills, and abilities. You will also discover your secret identity! The workshop will be fun and uplifting, with dramatic, permanent results. May 23rd, 2009 11-1pm The Crystal Temple 7525 N. Richmond Ave. Portland, OR 97203 503- 249-0303 Cost: $10 - $20 donation (no one turned away)

Hanaeli Bay OR BUST. Suggestions?

mszigzag — Tue, 05 May 2009 05:36:49 GMT

I got a dream-gig for 10 days working (life coach/ business coach/ editor) at Hanaeli Bay, Kauai for ten days (may 8 - 18) Any suggestions? Places to go? People to see? etc. I already made a few great connections, but looking for all you lovely people's feedback. Come on...tell me what to do.. I'll do my best and will bring back BIG love.

Two letters: SW

mszigzag — Sat, 02 May 2009 19:21:17 GMT

Better than sex. http://mszigzag.typepad.com/

My daily dance!

mszigzag — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 23:29:46 GMT

Check your attitude at the door and turn up the speakers! http://mszigzag.typepad.com/