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Meet Me in the Akashic Field

I was a young child when I had my first experience with the Akashic field in the back seat of my Mom’s Chevy. How cliche! All mystical experiences start off in the back of a Chevy! Anyway, my mother was driving me to my grandparent’s farm past rows of swaying corn fields on rural northwest Ohio roads. I sat in the roomy backseat with my Raggedy Ann doll tucked firmly on my lap. I recall looking around at the cars and people passing by as we drove with Olivia Newton John belting out Hopelessly Devoted To You on the radio, which played softly in the background.

What’s all of this about? Who are these people and where are they all going? I thought to myself. Are we all in some sort of movie?

Then this knowing came over me. That’s the best way I can describe it. A strong knowing. I saw an image of divine being (what I imagined to be God) in long robes surrounded by light and other divine beings. This being spoke to me without words but I understood immediately. It’s as if God said, “Yes, my child. You’re all part of this cosmic play. Every person and every thing on earth has a purpose and role to play. It’s all recorded and when you come home, it all gets played back for you like a movie.”

I was maybe five years old. None of this should have made sense but it all made perfect sense. I understood we’re all part of a play of light and goodness. I experienced this expansive and interconnected field of light. I felt completely embraced by love and support from my other home. Some would call it an awakening experience. Some would call it an overactive imagination! šŸ™‚ I believe it was a remembering while I was still young enough to not be fully pinned down by the gravity of the earth plane. I believe I was connected to the Akashic field– the energetic membrane that connects us with life itself.

I pulled my floppy Raggedy Ann even closer. I also knew that I should keep this knowing to myself. This was the first of many encounters I had as a young child with Spirit. Since first officially being reintroduced to the Akashic Records in 2016, I now understand this was my first experience with this vast spiritual resource.

The Akashic WHAT? This sounds like some new-agey concept!

Akasha, in Sanskrit, refers to ether, the primordial substance from which all things are created. Instead of referring to Akasha as the fifth element, Sadguru calls it, THE ELEMENT. Mystics, sages and all ancient wisdom traditions have long held that there’s an interconnecting cosmic field that holds the energetic imprint of all information on the planet. In the Old and New Testament it’s referred to as the Mind of God or the Book of Life. The Akashic field is non-denominational and holds all the information about your soul’s journey. In the past we’ve imagined it to be like a library or the cloud, since it contains all of the information about your soul’s past, present, and future.

Philosopher and Scientist Ervin Laszlo, twice nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, confirms that this Akashic Field is real and maintains a constant and enduring memory of the universe, including the record of all that’s happened on Earth and in the cosmos and all that is yet to happen.

As I type this I’m aware that this may sound p r e t t y f a r o u t there. My calling is to make the spiritual practical and bring heaven to earth in a grounded way. Here’s why I’m sharing this:

  • Whether you know it or not, you’re connected and connecting with the Akashic field through your intuition
  • This vast spiritual resource is your birthright
  • The Akashic field is not only accessible to mystics, seers, and sleeping prophets like Edgar Cayce, it’s available to us all
  • There’s so much more than past life information in your Akashic Record. There’s healing, wisdom, guidance, insight, creativity, and all the things that support us on our very human concerns while on earth

Since being reintroduced to the Akashic field in 2016, I’ve spent hundreds of hours in the Records. I’ve always been drawn to the energetic practices and perspective available in the Akashic atmosphere. But in the past few years I find myself pivoting away from what’s been traditionally taught about accessing the Akashic Records and feel called to reimagine the way we connect with this etheric space.

I believe it’s time to reimagine the traditional ways of accessing and reading the Records. It’s time for a more empowered and accessible approach.

I’ll be leading a 3-hour online workshop called “Meet Me in the Akashic Field: Reimagining Your Soul’s Records” on Friday, October 18th from 12-3pm Pacific. More to come on this soon on EventBrite and via my newsletter! Sign up for my newsletter on this blog site.

In the meantime, I’d love to read your comments and questions about the Akashic field. Share them here on this blog or via email at Kimberly Blanchard Coaching @ gmail . com

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On Breaking Promises to Myself

“My ex is Italian so my boys spend the summers with him in Italy. It’s tough for me. The first day they’re gone I feel lost and depressedā€¦ šŸ˜ž

The second day I miss them so much I go into their closet and smell their clothes. šŸ„²

Then on the third day Iā€™m FINE!  šŸ˜

Noooo, Iā€™m not really fine. šŸ™

Iā€™m FANTASTIC!” šŸ˜ƒ

This joke has been told by yours truly on comedy stages a few times, but the truth is I’m not totally fine on day three or fantastic on day four. I miss those messy, loud, fun, exasperating, long-legged teenagers at home all summer long. As a single parent for 300 days of the year I feel completely upside down the two months they’re gone. It’s like a hurricane passed through my house and for two months I’m left standing with all of the pieces of my upturned couch pillows scattered around until it magically gets cleaned up on their return.

This summer I’ve distracted myself with trips away from home for two of the eight weeks.

But this week I’ve been home. You’d think the kids had taken my legs with them on the Swiss Air flight, leaving me here ambling on two stumps. I’ve got so much more time for myself and feel completely lost and unable to sort out what to do with that time. I closed down Santa Monica public library on a Tuesday night checking out a dozen books I’ll likely never read and even cleaned every nook of my car on in the darkness of an evening on my own.

It’s not just the laughter we share at dinner, missing of the Pantene conditioner smell of their hair when I hug them, or longing to hear their upbeat voices in the next room, while I miss all those things a lot. I’m also missing the commitment to something outside of myself. I miss showing up for someone and something that needs (constant) attention. I’ve still got my work, relationships, workouts, and feeding myself (a part time job). But there are significant gaps in time when I’d typically be caring for those two beings when I don’t have any commitment to anyone or anything at all.

Insert feelings of despair, emptiness, and loss. Bird launching is tough, even two months at a time. And holding down the nest once my eaglets are in flight is not easy for this mama eagle.

Summer time is an opportunity for me to turn my attention to my internal commitments. Ut oh. This is where it gets messy. The empty house gets pretty darn haunted when the silence is a reflection of all the promises I made to myself for this summer. The things I wanted to do for myself. The blogs and newsletters I wanted to write, the open mics I wanted to do to reconnect with my love for stand-up, the YouTube videos I longed to create, the Insight Timer meditations and courses I wanted to record. Oh, and that messy hall closet I wanted to clean out. I don’t have any excuse for not following through on those internal promises.

Some internal promises are easier to keep. I keep up my workout routine and journaling. But the deeper, more vulnerable fires seem harder to fan the flames of. No one is there to say, “HEY, THAT BLOG ISN’T GONNA WRITE ITSELF! LET’S GET GOING!” or “GREAT JOB ON MAKING PROGRESS ON SCRIPTING THAT MEDITATION NO ONE ASKED YOU TO MAKE! KEEP GOING!”

Apparently this parent needs to reparent herself. Showing up for others and checking boxes on external promises — especially to my kiddos — seem a lot easier than showing up for myself and the promises I’ve made to me.

I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I posted a video on YouTube in April about my goal of creating 50 videos on YouTube in the next 4-6 months. Then I didn’t do post anything. NADA! I got distracted, made excuses, left town, checked out a lot of library books, and placed my attention on other things. I’ve been thinking about taking that video down in shame, but then a wise friend offered, “Why don’t you make your next video about ‘Why I didn’t follow through on making 50 videos?”

There’s still time to meet my goal (or take that thing down!). But the lesson asks what will it take for me to keep the promises I’ve made to myself?

Can you relate? Is it easier to show up for others even when you’re sick, tired, and depleted, but an Everest climb to follow through on your deeper yearnings and internal promises?

I forgive myself for not following through. There’s no use in curling up in a ball of embarrassment, apologizing for the blogs and newsletters I haven’t written, or deleting the YouTube video or my entire account.

What is helpful for me is to recommit to the promises I’ve made to myself and move forward. I’ve got five weeks left of summertime. There’s plenty o’ time to follow through on the dreams of my heart. I know my desires — even simple things like organizing the hall closet — are bread crumbs to lead me on my path.

What also helps me is to fast forward my brain to LAX airport when I embrace my eaglets on their return mid-August. I’m playing out two scenarios in my mind. One is the scenario when I coast through this summer missing them, doing all the basics to keep my life afloat, but not keeping my promises to myself. I’ve got a pit in my stomach just thinking about how disappointed I’ll feel in myself. I don’t love leaning into this scene of future regret and disappointment but this future possibility is like jet fuel to my self-promising engine.

The second scenario is me making this semi-public declaration and fully committing to my goals for myself, as if I’m overboard mid-Atlantic and the goals are my inflatable pants. Keeping my internal promises feels more brave, vulnerable, and a lot more fulfilling. This approach won’t only keep me afloat, it must just save my life.

I’m reigniting the flames of my internal promises. This blog is one promise, and I’m following through on that right now. I recorded and uploaded a new Insight Timer meditation yesterday. And I’m signed up for my first open mic in a year on Tuesday (wish me luck).

Mindset also helps. The truth is i donā€™t have to do any of these tasks. I GET to do all of these amazing things with the spaciousness and time Iā€™ve got on my hands this summer.

I’ve also engaged two friends in checking on me and my promises. A little support can go a long way in keeping me accountable.

Do you have a promise you’ve made to yourself you’re struggling to keep? No matter how small the goal is, and how little external validation you might get by following through on it, and all of the valid distractions that keep you from your internal promises, KEEP GOING!

Life seems long, but just like the eight weeks of summer it sure does go by quickly. You’ve got this my friend, and I think I do, too.

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Does Your Spirituality Belong at Work?

laptop on table top

“Thank you all!” I announced at the close of a 3-hour corporate training course on Teaming across Cultures on Zoom. The diverse group had been engaged over the span of three long virtual hours and readily shared their experiences of living and working across cultures. We spanned many national cultures and time zones — some joining in the wee hours of morning in Europe, some in Asia at 9am, a few in Africa at midnight, and several of us in late afternoon and evening in the Americas.

“I’d also like to thank God,” shared a Nigerian participant after my word of thanks. “Without God we wouldn’t be here and this training wouldn’t have been possible!”

Holy moly. Dropping the God bomb stunned me into awkward silence. You’d think they’d dropped the F bomb. “Ok, yes. Thank you for that,” I stuttered, wondering what the other participants from this Fortune 100 US-headquartered organization were thinking. After all this course is about working effectively across differences — cultures, styles, generations — and faiths? So it’s natural to thank God above from time to time?

As a Nigerian, religion is a core value and many Nigerians are either Christian or Muslim. GlobeSmartā„¢ļø, a tool I have worked with for years, also notes, “Many Nigerians do not distinguish between their spirituality and the rest of their lives.” God, naturally, is a part of our zoom classroom experience and deserves acknowledgement.

In my attempt to honor the participant’s divine appreciation, I did a take two and bid the group farewell with, “Thank you again, bless you all!”

Maybe my closing blessing was no big deal. But for me as a US American who has led cross-cultural training since the 1990’s it felt extremely unnatural. Just like the constitutional separation of church and state, I’ve drawn clear lines between my corporate training work and my spiritual life even though I feel connected to the spiritual in my corporate work. I believe helping people understand themselves and others breeds peace and that my training work is part of my soul’s mission. I believe the group of us were brought together for a reason and not just by chance. I believe that as a group we’re stronger and can co-create more than as individuals. But throwing out the blessing bomb at the end of the session? Lord have mercy!

In another recent corporate training focused on working effectively with India I assigned small groups a discussion and gave them a list of cultural values to work with from a wide range of values from around the globe. The cultural values below the surface typically have a big impact on behaviors in the business world. If a culture values equality there is generally an expectation that everyone contributes no matter their amount of tenure, their title, or the amount of gray hair on their head. A group came back and reported proudly, “India has a strong value of Spirituality/Religion and the USA also has a strong value of Spirituality/Religion.” Truth be told it’s very common to discuss the importance of spirituality and religious diversity in India with corporate clients, but it seldom comes up in the US work environment where the sacred-secular divide is strong. This discussion along with my Nigerian participant’s closing comment got me thinking. What if the lines between the sacred and the secular in the US are being redrawn?

According to 2023 Pew Research* about nine-in-ten U.S. adults believe in God or another higher power. Most Americans (83%) believe that people have a soul or spirit in addition to their physical body.

Harvard Business Review** notes that faith is left out of workplace DEI strategy for fear of legal repercussions. A very small percentage of Fortune 100 companies include religion or interfaith engagement in their approach to diversity. It certainly was not a part of my Teaming across Cultures content.

The Diversity Wheel by Gardenswartz and Rowe, often leveraged by yours truly in DEI sessions related to culture, places religion as a diversity factor in one of its four layers. I’ve personally experienced the benefits of acknowledging and appreciating religious diversity at work especially while living in the Middle East. Knowing, understanding, and appreciating Islamic values and practices helped create a sense of belonging in Jordan and while traveling throughout the Arab World. Although I was raised in a Christian family and was baptized and later married in the church, I do not consider myself religious. Muslims refer to Christians and Jews as People of the Book, a term that implies acknowledgement and recognition of religious diversity. Surprisingly to me, my Jordanian friends and colleagues were always the first to wish me a “Merry Christmas!” and “Happy Easter!” I played along with this game even if I didn’t attend church to celebrate those holidays.

This is where I struggle. There is a large population of humans, like me, who consider themselves to be spiritual but not religious (SBNR)*. 22% of Americans are categorized as SBNR because they say they think of themselves as spiritual or they consider spirituality very important in their lives, but they neither think of themselves as religious nor say religion is very important in their lives. The younger generations are even more SBNR than older generations. Religion feels legitimized as a diversity variable, but spirituality without religion not so much. Even the term “Bring your woo to work!” can make eyes roll.

I recognize that religion and spirituality intersect for many. Of the 9 in 10 US adults who believe in God or a higher power, 54% who say they believe in ā€œGod as described in the Bibleā€ and 34% who say they donā€™t believe in the biblical depiction of God but do believe there is ā€œsome other higher power or spiritual force in the universe.ā€ Even 22% of U.S. adults who describe themselves as atheists say they believe there is some ā€œhigher power or spiritual forceā€ in the universe.

The Dalai Lama speaks of two kinds of spirituality: “One spiritual with faith such as Christianity, Muslim, Judaism, Buddhism, Hinduism and so on. And other spiritualities without particular religious faith simply retain or preserve or increase these basic human good qualities such as human compassion.”

Perhaps I’m not alone in feeling like there’s an opportunity to include more and more of the Dalai Lama’s second kind of spirituality which isn’t connected to a particular religious faith at work. There’s an opportunity to bring spirituality into the (home) office door. I believe there’s an expanding group of people who yearn to integrate their spirituality and spiritual practices at work in an authentic and meaningful way. Well-known thought leaders in business like Simon Sinek and his golden circle as well as Brene Brown’s work on vulnerability, already bring spiritual concepts to work in a language that corporate America can digest. Even so I’m guessing there are doctors, lawyers, and workers of all types who feel spiritual practices can’t be practiced at work and in the era of inclusion spirituality doesn’t quite belong in the modern workplace.

Personally, I feel a chasm in my two work worlds. I have two websites: this blog site which fully displays my spiritual self, while the other houses my corporate training and coaching self. I’m still me, and spirituality lives within all I do at work, but I don’t feel comfortable including it in all that I do. My corporate work has a clear sacred-secular divide. But does it need to? I’m not saying I need to fly my woo flag or thank a higher power on every zoom call, but maybe there’s a way to express and integrate the belief that we’re all spiritual beings having a human experience in an authentic and meaningful way. Maybe there are authentic ways for me to express and bring more magic into the otherwise mundane tasks of emails, virtual training, project work, and even three-hour zoom calls.

In today’s era of Inclusion, spirituality deserves inclusion, too. Many organizations, teams, leaders, and individuals focus on inclusion of the whole self, psychological safety, care, work-life balance, mental health awareness, as well as physical wellness and safety at work.Ā Organizations like Accenture, Intuit, and SalesForce, even have interfaith ERG’s to support religious diversity and wellness at work. But what about spiritual wellness? What are the challenges and opportunities of bringing more soulfulness into our work lives in a meaningful, authentic, and personal way no matter what kind of job we do? Especially if the job isn’t exactly spiritual in nature.

I don’t have all the answers here, but find myself wanting to ask and explore these questions. If you’d like to delve into this topic along with me, I’m offering a free 90 minute workshop on Bring Your Spirituality to Work on Friday, September 20. Register on EventBrite at:

https://linktw.in/LMRNzI

Now that I’ve taken a beat post-awkward corporate training dismount, I’ll end with one that feels right this time around.

The spirit in me honors and appreciates the spirit in you. Thank you for reading. Be well and many blessings to you, my friend.

*https://www.pewresearch.org/religion/2023/12/07/spiritual-beliefs/

** https://hbr.org/2023/06/where-religious-identity-fits-into-your-dei-strategy

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On Turning 51 and Planting Both Feet Firmly in the 2nd Half

Usher wows the crowds, spins around the stage on roller skates, and gives a shout out to his Mama. Meanwhile, the teams are in the locker room. Half the Super Bowl is over. They’re warmed up. They know their strengths, their opponents, and their focus is on the second half of the game.

When interviewed about his half time show performance Usher said it was, “One performance 30 years in the making.” For the players going back into the last 30 minutes of play time it was their chance to showcase their decades of practice, play, and dedication.

I turn 51 today. I realize I may have passed “half time” a few yards back. 50 still feels like halfway. At 51 my feet feel firmly planted in the second half of my life.

As a kid I always loved my birthday. June 7th marked dance recitals and end of school celebrations. It kicked off summer days roaming the acres of my grandparent’s farm.

Now I have a head of gray hair and wrinkles in spots they don’t make cream for, but I still love my birthday and making wishes for the year ahead. I’ve got 51 years of finding out who I am behind me. Now it’s time to become more of that person (for better or worse!).

Here are my wishes for the rest of the game:

Less more

More of less.

Less messages

More conversations.

Less like

More love.

Less italics

More bold.

Less 405

More PCH.

Less mind

More body and heart.

Less getting through

More being present with.

Less cold car seats

I’m as annoyed as you are about this next one…Ā 

More cold plunges. šŸ„¶

Less tears

More goosebumps.

Less how do I look

More how do I feel.

Less rightness or wrongness

More resonance.

Less reboot

More unplug.

Less exploring far and wide

More expansion.

Less jealousy

More admiration.

Less watching the clock

More experiencing time.

Less knowledge

More wisdom.

Less tryingĀ 

More effort.

Less how are they doing it?

More what’s my way?

Less Page

More Queen. šŸ‘‘

Less routines

More rituals.Ā 

Less plain

More everything.Ā šŸ„Æ

Less overthinking.Ā Period.Ā 

More pinball!

Less runs

More hikes, swims, and yoga.

Less going out

More coming home.Ā 

Less making

More creating.

Less ballet slippers

More tap shoes.

šŸ’Ÿ

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Start Scrolling Project

You read that correctly! START scrolling.

Scroll through Instagram, FaceBook, LinkedIn, your text messages, even old photos on your camera roll.

Then STOP! Find someone you haven’t connected with in a while. Send them a “hello!” Share a memory you have of them, thank them for something, acknowledge one of their amazing characteristics, or just say “Hey! I’m thinking of you!” After all, these social media apps were initially intended to keep us connected, right?

Anyone else out there scrolling? I scroll like a woman possessed but only when I’m bored, procrastinating, hungry, tired, waiting to wake up, waiting to fall asleep, waiting for my children, as well as a few other moments throughout the day. This week in my Ambition to Action course we’re looking at our daily routines, noting our energizers (peaks and gains) as well as our ener-geisers (leaks and drains). My biggest energy leak, or ener-geiser, is scrolling social media.

I don’t feel good about scrolling, even if for five minutes. It feels like an energy leak and drain. I could spend those five minutes on energizers like reaching out to a friend, taking some deep breaths, stretching, or even walking outside. I took FaceBook off my phone to help stop the madness. Yet scrolling persists.

On a walk with one of my few local friends I mentioned how although I’m busy, have a full life, and have an abundance of love in my life with my partner and kids, I don’t have the friends, community, and thriving social connection I used to enjoy in Amman and NYC. “I love it here, but my WFH-A “Working From Home Alone” life in Santa Monica feels lonely at times,” I admitted.

“Why don’t you pop over?” she asked. “I’m at home a lot on my own, too.” This particular friend lives right around the corner and if I crawled to her place I could still bumble my way over in less than three minutes. But that would never cross my mind! Much easier to seek pseudo-connection through a scroll on IG.

That’s why one of my ambitions for this year is connection; I want to reconnect with friends and family I haven’t been in touch with in a long time and create new connections nearby. I have 1.5k friends on FaceBook and 994 connections on LinkedIn, who are all actual people! They’re real friends, family members, colleagues, clients, and acquaintances I’ve met at some point, but I don’t really know how they are and am mostly out of touch with all of them. I may be thinking about YOU or grateful for YOU in particular, and you likely wouldn’t have a clue.

I decided to take my scrolling ener-geiser habit and make it an energizer. Each day this week I’ve scrolled to find someone I haven’t said hello to in a long time. What’s cool is that apart from my project three people I haven’t spoken with or seen in ages have reached out TO ME to check in and say hello TO ME (without knowing about my lil’ project)! One friend who’d last sent me a WhatsApp message in 2019 that I STILL HADN’T REPLIED TOšŸ¤¦ā€ā™€ļø apparently forgave my radio silence. Maybe these 3 kind souls had tuned into my intention of reconnecting?! There’s a wave of reconnection happening and I’m surfing it!

If you’re a person I haven’t been in touch with for a while, please reach out. I’d love to know how you really are beyond the posts. What are you celebrating? What are you struggling with? How are you, really?

If I reach out to you and thank you for a memory or say that I’m thinking of you and asking how you are, it’s not because I’ve lost my mind or want to sell a property in the Bahamas that I don’t actually own. It’s because I’m on a scroll.

One of the participants in my Ambition to Action course sets up 15 minute calls to reconnect with old friends. It takes a little investment to make it happen, she says, but it pays off in connection.

Are you a scroller, too? Then start scrolling, stop, and reconnect with someone from your past. I’d love to hear how it goes (comments are open!).

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If you aren’t actively pursuing your own ambitions and goals, you’re helping someone else pursue theirs

There’s nothing wrong with supporting others. But when is it too much? How do you know when it’s TIME to pursue your own ambitions?

Supporting others is one of the most fulfilling things we can do! As a mom of two teens, I’ve got half a dozen part time jobs directly supporting our family of three, including my very own (but barely operational) fluff & fold laundry service, driver service, short order dining and catering service, and an expanding teen counseling practice.

I feel good about supporting my kids, as well as my partner, family, and friends. But when the scale is tipped too far on the supporting of others and not enough weight is devoted to nourishing my own dreams and ambitions things start to unravel.

I can divide up a typical day into parts:

my energy pie

I certainly think about my ambitions and goals each day. I dream of doing my own creative solopreneur venture full time every day. I aspire to doing more stand up comedy here in LA. But no one is gonna to write this blog, market my work, write my jokes and wheel me onto the stage, or fan the flames of my ambitions for me.

If you’ve read this far, I bet you also have some ambitions that have been on the back burner simmering away but not forgotten. I’m guessing you’re also a devoted family member and friend, and don’t hesitate to support the dreams of others. Only you know when the scale has tipped too far and you’re not filling the cup of your own dreams and ambitions.

Here’s how to assess where your energy is going and get clarity on what you’re ready to focus on:

  • Map out the pie chart of your day or your week.
  • Notice: Where does your energy go?
  • Highlight the areas that nourish you, your body, mind, and spirit.
  • Underline the areas that are energy draining.
  • Circle the ones that directly fan the flames of your dreams.
  • Put stars by the areas that directly support others.
  • Draw lines between the ambitions that are directly connected.

What’s reflected back to you in your energy map? What’s missing?

Not sure where to start? Imagine in 12-18 months you took your last breath. Which ambition(s) would you want to be sure to bring to life before that last exhale? Morbid, I know, but it’ll lead you to your truth.

šŸ’” Your ambition could be something you’d like to be, feel, or embody. We’re human beings after all, in a doing world. As an example, I want to feel healthy, strong, and agile in my body 50-year old body. I want to embody playfulness and peacefulness.

šŸ’”Your ambition could also be something you’d like to do, create, or experience. I want to write more consistently, move into a more spacious space, and turn my solopreneur passion project into a full time gig.

There’s a virtuous cycle between what you’d like to embody and create. Find the connection between the two.

Maybe you also can’t and don’t wish to jump ship on your life and dive head first into writing that first book, starting that podcast, moving to that new place, or finding that amazing partner/community/job. But your dreams deserve 15 minutes a day of focus. Break down one ambition into small steps and take one baby step today. If your dream is to write your first book, you can dedicate 15 minutes to journaling, reading about book writing, brainstorming what you’d like to write about and why, or even opening a word doc and staring blankly at it until your fingers start to type. You might even sleep better tonight.

Beginning on Friday, May 10th I’ll be launching another cohort of my 6-week workshop series called “Ambition to Action” to support a group in actively pursuing and bringing to fruition their ambitions. If you’d like to get on the fun and put your name on the pre-registration list, email me at KimberlyBlanchardCoaching@ gmail. com or sign up for my newsletter list. More details to come soon!

Your ambitions are seeds planted in you for a reason, and pursuing them is a divine act. Try taking a focused 15 minutes of one small step toward your goal in the next 24 hours and let me know how it goes in the comments. You’ve got this, my friend. šŸ™Œ

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Your Ambitions are No Joke

Cut to springtime in Amman, Jordan 2017. Weā€™re moving in July. But where?Ā The school year was soon ending, the kids then seven and nine years old, and the summer was on our heels. Recently divorced, the lease on my apartment was coming to an end as were our Jordanian visas. Iā€™d scheduled our going-away parties and a moving sale. We were headed somewhere on a one-way ticket. But where?

Plan A was to move to Washington D.C., where I’d accepted a state department job. My security clearance was in process and my job now frozen under the new adminstration. Over the past six months I watched Plan A go from blazing fire to smoke and ashes. As the flames waned I just kept heaping on more logs, certain that having a plan B distracted me from my plan A. I thought my sheer focus and attention on Washington would help bring it to life despite the state department hiring freeze. I was sure that considering alternate plans might confuse the very busy Universe. But moving to D.C. without this job didn’t feel right.

Over a plate of tabbouleh, my friend Lily asked, ā€œWherever you land this summer, do you know youā€™ll land on your feet?ā€Ā 

ā€œYES!ā€ IĀ Ā answered definitively. “I’ll land on my feet… even if I fracture a leg in the process.”

That same evening I opened up my bedside journal. Earlier in the year I wrote an entry creatively titled, ā€œMy Dreams.”Ā 

The kiddos looking out over Petra, Jordan May 2017

The entry was like a shopping list made up of the secret ingredients for a meal I was hoping to cook up. The first ingredient on the list wasĀ Write. I’d written a blog the summer before about our quest to travel on kindness and wanted to write a book about our journey and keep blogging. I had a list of people I dreamed to meet, so I addedĀ Oprah, Ellen, and LizĀ into the soup like bits of saffron for good flavor, and as if we were already on a first name basis. I putĀ Travelon the list. I hadĀ RelationshipsĀ and added a descriptor,Ā New modern loveĀ (hoping to uncover what that meant and which aisle Iā€™d find it on once I was at the store).Ā Soul CoachingĀ was on the list, even if I didnā€™t know what it meant either; I liked the way it sounded. I putĀ WomenĀ on this list with an underline, wanting to focus my lifeā€™s work to the benefit of women especially. And I wroteĀ New York ā€“big and bold with a long dash next to it.

New York–Ā Ā meant New York City. It was the place that had intrigued me since my first visit after college.

New York —Ā meant a dream coming true. Each day I stared at an imaginary picture of myself in Washington D.C., the with the kids, the new office, and the neighborhood in Arlington, Virginia where we’d live and I wondered if it was the most supportive place for us to be. Politics very much not aside in 2017, was D.C. where we wanted to be now at this point in history? I froze up too.Ā 

The rest of the story is in the book I’ve been working on since that summer! But I share this here because in the depths of my uncertainty about where to leap to with my two young kiddos, mapping out where to go that summer was not about a rational list of pros and cons. It was not about following the dreams of where other people wanted us to move to. It was about following the direction set by the ambitions of my heart. After looking at that list in my journal, I started to consider New York.

Looking back I can’t imagine our lives without our three years in New York. It wasn’t easy to sell and give away all of our belongings to land in the Big Apple with two suitcases each. But it was right. For us. New York was a launchpad for all of those other dreams — writing, soul coaching, leading circles and workshops for women, and my first tastes of modern love. We may not be on a first name basis, but I even met Liz Gilbert at a meditation event and she wrote me a love note, “I’m in silence today! But I love you!”

What are the dreams of your heart? What are the ambitions you’ve tucked in the middle of some journal, tacked onto a vision board, uttered to a close friend, or lie in the depths of your own heart?

Your ambitions are no joke. They give you direction in life. When you set out on a trip you plug the destination into an app. It’s not about which roads you take as much as moving in the right direction. Same goes for your ambitions.

Want to move to another country, travel and work all over the globe but don’t have a passport or job that’ll take you? Want to run a marathon although you’ve only run a couple of miles? Want to write a book but you’re only scratching out emails now? Want to start a solopreneur business based on your passion even though you’ve done something “normal” most of your life? Want to perform comedy on stage in NYC although you’ve got serious stage fright and only your kids laugh at your jokes?

These are all dreams that lived in my heart until I fanned their flames and decided they were all roads worth taking.

Write down at least five big or small DREAMS and AMBITIONS. Writing them down gets your subconscious brain working on them even if they seem far reaching and unattainable. This is not goal setting time. This is not the time to say, “These dreams are impossible to achieve because of x, y, and z.” This is allowing yourself to dream and dream big of the future you most deeply desire.

As the year winds down, it’s the perfect time to dream.

Beginning January 26th I’ll be coaching a group of people in a six-week series called Ambition to Action. I’ve helped successful organizations like Lego and the LVMH companies, teams, executives, leaders, and myself move ambitions to actions, and I’m so excited about offering this to you. Let’s turn your vision board into an action board!

More info on the Ambition to Action series at: http://www.newyorkminutes.org/ambition-to-action/

Dream as if your life depends on it. It’s free and it’ll help you make 2024 the most fulfilling year ever.

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Why Reimagine the Sandbox?

Two years ago I started writing morning pages, described by Julia Cameron as three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing, done first thing in the morning. According to creativity expert Cameron, morning pages serve as a bedrock of creative recovery. On day 4 of my newfound creativity practice in barely readable cursive I penned, ā€œSo far Iā€™ve just written two pages per day but Iā€™m sure Iā€™ll get to three! Keep writing! Keep the pen moving and just write! Can I refill my coffee now? Itā€™s 7:30 a.m. Okay, just come back quickly.ā€

Awakening creativity in this mama includes a lot of self-talk and caffeine.

After a first page of blabbering about my waking dream and the groovy new purple gel pens Iā€™d bought at Target the day before a shift happened. Itā€™s as if my pen was writing to me, or dare I say to all of us:

Creativity isnā€™t an aspect of your life; itā€™s WHO YOU ARE. Itā€™s your truth. Itā€™s your expression. Your divine nature. Your birthright. It may be expressed in infinite ways and isnā€™t just the words you write, the story you tell, or the picture you paint. Itā€™s the spirit of your soul. You ARE A CREATOR and your expression yearns to flow through all parts of your life.

Kimberly’s morning pages, August 30, 2021

What followed were the practical and energetic steps to declare, nourish, express, and remove blocks of creativity in my own life.

Did I sit up straight in my chair and implement these key steps to ignite my own creativity immediately? Um, no.

Rick Rubin describes the Source of creativity as a cloud. ā€œClouds never truly disappear, ā€œhe writes. ā€œThey change form. They turn into rain and become part of the ocean, and then evaporate and return to being clouds.ā€

My own ideas about creativity that bright morning were burgeoning cumulus clouds floating over me, raining down wisdom on my morning page, and then moving on. Iā€™ve come back to the precipitious words many times over the last two years but never moved the inspiring ink to action. Until now!

Over the summer Iā€™ve cultivated a series of ā€œPlayshopsā€ and an offering called Reimagining the Sandbox: Connecting with Your Creative Essence. Iā€™m THRILLED to offer this series, to help myself and others reconnect with our essential nature as creative beings. The six-week series will support our creative goals (no matter how small or big) and provide an environment where we can playfully express and expand our creative abilities.

To find out more about what weā€™re going to get messy with as we reimagine the sandbox of childhood days past, please visit: https://www.newyorkminutes.org/sandbox/

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How Do You Drive?

time lapse cars on fast motion

“How you do one thing is how you do everything,” my yoga teacher has a way of saying the exact moment I decide I can’t hold this *#$%ing chair pose one more moment. But she’s right. And so I hold on, legs shaking, trying to be that person who believes in herself and her ability to hold the chair pose a few seconds longer. I hold on because the class is on Zoom and I’ve got webcam on, otherwise I’d totally… oops.

If how you do one thing is how you do everything –and we exclude the chair pose because it’s cruel to hold the position of sitting in a chair for more than 4 seconds without an actual chair– how do you drive?

I live in L.A.; it’s all about driving.

Are you a Type 1 Driver? Do you have a tight grip on the wheel? Are all other cars obstacles to be avoided (and feared) and all other drivers enemies?

Slight detour? Unhappy!

Traffic? Rage!

How about a Type 2 Driver? Are you asleep at the wheel? Not like, I’m-so-cool-I-have-a-self-driving-Tesla and it’s fine to sleep in my ride. More like snoozing through the journey. Type 2 says, I go one specific route from A to B because that’s the shortest one or it’s routine! Or, I drive this way because that’s how I’m supposed to drive. Basically, are you a park and drive within the lines kinda gal/guy?

Or are you a Type 3 Driver? Do you keep a soft grip on the steering wheel, while the tunes are rocking and your GPS gently nudges you in the right direction?

Detour? New roads and scenery to admire!

Traffic? Time for a new podcast!

Soccer ball kicked by the neighbor’s kid denting your brand new Tesla? Time to play!

Are you Type 1, 2, or 3 Driver?

Depends? If it’s a leisurely weekend day trip or a manic Monday? On who’s driving in the car behind you? The time of your last refuel?

If how you do any one thing is how you do everything, how you drive is how you live.

Ok, it doesn’t have to be so extreme. We all have Type 1 days. Come to think of it, Type 2 days have become months in some (personal) cases. But in general? How do ya roll? And is that the way you choose to drive, live, relate, love, and be?

After explaining this metaphor to my 10-year old son to ensure it was understandable (and that has NOTHING to do with my average readership age, btw), I asked him how I drove.

He laughed. “You drive like Type 1.”

“No, honey. This is, like, A METAPHOR! I know I drive like that on the highway because I HAVE TO OR WE WOULD DIE!” I explained. “But if I were talking about how I am in life… you know, how am I when I’m not behind the wheel? I’m so Type 3, right?”

“You’re better when you’re not driving, Mom,” he spit out unwillingly. “You’re not confident when you drive here.”

God that hurt.

If I’m not confident driving here it means I don’t trust myself. I don’t trust other drivers. I don’t trust the car, the road, the traffic, the anything. Oh wait, we’re talking about driving? Or life?

I want to be a Type 3 driver. A Type 3 driver trusts life. If every day is a winding road, and the road of life is winding, a Type 3 driver accepts that at times it’s smooth going, and for months on end it may be stop-and-go to only be met by a cross-country trip over speed-bumps (i.e. the year 2020).

I love me a good metaphor (and hope you do, too). So, if the car is my body, I stop to refuel (or recharge). The GPS is my own internal guidance and I’m checking in with it as I go. I’m also present to the here and now. The road signs and cruise control give me external support to make the whole journey more comfortable. I WANT ALL OF THAT! As in driving, so in life!

Be like a Type 3 Driver! Not only when driving. When you do chair pose, or when you help your 5th grader with his book report that was due December 18th (and it’s mid-January and he’s still reading the book), or even when the lady at the beach tells her kid to give space to someone else in THE PACIFIC OCEAN, but you mistakenly think she’s telling your kid who’s swimming on his own IN THE OCEAN where he needs to be in THAT WIDE OPEN SPACE, which enrages you beyond comprehension.

Yes, I know. I’ve got Type 1 issues. I’m working on it. In the above example when my son told me I was embarrassing for telling the lady to not tell him where to be in the ocean because she wasn’t talking to him I definitely switched gears and drove like a Type 3: I cowered back to my beach chair in shame, asked my son to forgive me for being a jerk, and atoned myself by writing this story in a blog.

That’s my simple approach to moving from Type 1 to Type 3 in life: first wince, then apologize, try to learn from the experience, and forgive yourself because that’s how gracious Type 3 is.

Repeat after me, me.

I trust life.

I trust myself.

I trust you.

I trust the universe.

I trust everything.

Love and peace on your journey, especially if you’re driving on the (highway) 405.



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What do you do (for FUN)?!

I’m SUPER excited to share my new sketch video on my healing practice with you!

In April the idea got me — to combine my love for comedy with my love for healing. A couple weeks later I sat down with a couple of friends who helped me develop my ideas, then I wrote the script, and eventually filmed and edited what you’re about to see!

Watch the video now!

If you love the video as much as I do, let me know! Post comments below on YouTube, like it, and share the heck outta it! If you don’t love the video, think it’s offensive to humanity, to healers, to clients of healers, to mothers, children and people everywhere then please, please, please click on the “thumbs up” button below the video and let’s agree to never speak of this again.

Oh, and I’ve got some more fun stuff coming up!

* Sunset Meditation in Central Park, NYC – August 15th from 7-9pm. More info on my FaceBook group page: https://www.facebook.com/kimberlyblanchard

* Luminous Living: Loving the Life You’re Livin’! A 6-week Transformational Journey Oct 3, 10, 17, 24, 31, Nov 7 – More info coming soon on this virtual course, which will meet weekly for 90 mins on Zoom. I’d love to have you join us! If you are keen let me know!

* Plus more SKETCH VIDEOS! : )

I’m nervous and excited to share this video with you, along with my 17 friends and 8 followers on FaceBook. I know not everyone will get my humor or LOL when watching it. But I gotta admit that writing, filming and working on this sketch was BLISS for me. And I love that my friends and boys were a part of it.

Doing something — just because it’s fun, funny or makes the world a lighter place to live in— feels like reason enough these days. After all what would life be like without gobs of Legos to walk over, squirt guns, and screwing up important messages from spirit animals? What are you doing that you love these days?

What fun are you cookin’ up this summer? I’d love to hear from you… feel free to send me a message by clicking on “Contact” on the top right of the page.

With love, gratitude, lightness, and FUN!
Kimberly