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Awakened Artist

 Tama J. Kieves is the bestselling author of THIS TIME I DANCE! Creating the Work You Love (How One Harvard Lawyer Left It All to Have It All!) She is the founder of Awakening Artistry and a sought-after speaker and career coach who has helped thousands world-wide to discover and live their true life’s work.

 

What is  your highest bliss?

I love my work! I love that my writing and speaking draws intelligent, wildly creative, powerful people to me and that I am helping to inspire their genius in this world. I am 27 clouds above cloud 9, when I get emails from readers saying that This Time I Dance! Creating the Work You Love or one of my free e-newsletters cracked open their world or nurtured their soul. They’re crying, but so am I!

 

You took a major leap of career and faith, moving from successful attorney to inspirational writer, speaker and coach. What courage, resources, wisdom…did it take to allow for that?

 

I have a saying in my book, “If you’re this successful doing work you don’t love, what could you do with work you do love?” Our desires aren’t frivolous or arbitrary. They house rocket fuel. When I finally embraced what I loved, I awakened the Beloved within me that helped me live life from inspiration instead of fear. The misery, pain, and desperation I felt practicing law shoved me towards courage. I have studied and taught A Course in Miracles for over 20 years and that’s been my source of equilibrium and grace.

 

What was the 12 year journey to allow your book “This Time I Dance” to ‘write you’?

 

For me, it wasn’t just about writing a book. It was about re-writing the reality I’d known. I’d grown up in an orthodox Jewish New York family, and I’d attended Harvard Law School, so I had to “unlearn” a fearful way of thinking that I had thought was “practical.” I was integrating this book as I wrote it, because it was what I needed to hear and experience to live this inspired life. Also, I wrote this book without an agent or publisher, “trusting” that something would come. Of course, later it was discovered and published by my dream New York publisher Tarcher/Penguin, but at the time, I had to write past ranting doubts and fears.


Can you please speak about the book…the vision, the ideas contained within?

 

I was so frustrated reading all the “5 easy step self-help type books.” This Time I Dance! walks readers through my (and their) real journey: freaking out and staying inspired as you leave a “safe” life to create a soul-inspired living. Readers have loved the honesty and humor. The book is a personal mentor, a champion of your gifts, and an advocate for your dreams. The main thing it does it help you to TRUST your desires, your creative gifts, your inspired leanings, and this amazing journey that takes you past every limitation you think you have.

 

How can we “awaken our own artistry?”

 

Ask what you love, not what you love that will make money. It can be walking along the beach. Stay honest. Only the real dream has the power. The more you feed your initial desires, the more they expand and lead you. Listen to your joy, not your doubts.

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By Divine Design

 

What if you knew for certain that you were living your life by Divine Design? All of the threads of the tapestry that is you, are finely woven into a pattern that is yours alone. You are the artist who chooses the colors, the fabric, the size of this work of art. Whether it is only a few inches in diameter or a huge mandala that expands beyond the room, is completely of your choosing. Know that the ability to create this masterpiece is in your hands, guided by the Source of all that is.


Now, since that is so, let’s get creative….


Any thing which has ever been invented, has begun with a single thought….an inspiration. One definition comes from the Latin word ‘inspirare’: “God-breathed, the product of the creative breath of God.” Take a deep inhalation and feel that beautiful life force energy, flowing through you, drenching your very being with vibrance. As you exhale, allow yourself to be ‘breathed by God’. In this moment, hold a thought of something you want to co-create with that energy. See it unfolding in your limitlessly vivid imagination, experience the essence of what it feels like to immerse yourself in it totally, as if it is happening now. Swim effortlessly in the sea of infinite possibility.


What would your life be if you were truly living your vision? There was a story I heard about David Bowie’s rise to stardom. Before he became a household name, he had a fire within him, a passion to be on stage, rockin’ out. Although he was talented, he couldn’t get the powers-that-be to take notice. Did he give up his dream and settle for something less? No way. He used the principle of ‘acting as if’. He dressed the part, he was seen with other rock stars, went places they went, carried himself in the ways that he would, had he already achieved that cherished goal. You know what happened next. He was ‘discovered’ and the rest is music history.


Confidence. Knowing who you are, is essential in creating the life that you dream of living. Although many would call him arrogant, Muhammad Ali is someone who clearly recognized the man in the mirror. Whether he stepped before the cameras or into a boxing ring, he didn’t say I think maybe, perhaps, I could someday, kinda sorta be the best boxer in the world.” He affirmed over and over “I am the greatest?” Do you think anyone else doubted him, since he was so certain? It didn’t hurt that he had the moves to back up his claim.


In Seattle, Washington is a wondrous place called ” World Famous Pike Place Fish Market.  The title came from a wishful thought of an employee, when asked for ideas for their business identity. “Hey, let’s be World Famous?” What did that mean? , wondered the owner of the company, John Yokoyama. Against conventional wisdom, they have not spent a dime on advertising. Their philosophy, customer service and dedication to making a difference in the world, all speak for themselves.


We teach the world how we want to be treated. Each thought we have about ourselves, sends a message out as if by satellite, into the cosmos. Imagine standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon. You shout out your name. What will come echoing back at you? Surely, not someone else’s name. How would you carry yourself throughout the day, if you were living out your heart’s deepest desires? I invite you to sit now in the way that you would if that were so. Then in a moment, move about the room, carrying yourself in ways that you would, if that were so. Wear the look on your face, communicate in words and tones that you would, if that were so. How do you feel right now?


Any task we undertake, (becomes a piece of cake…according to Mary Poppins, when enhanced with a spoonful of sugar…which could easily be the element of sweetness in our lives) requires tools. As my friend Kim refers to it, ‘manna-festation’ (as in, manna from Heaven) is no different. The most powerful tool we possess (and it came as standard equipment at our birth), is our own mind and the thoughts that roam through it. Is your mind trained toward attracting what you want, by focusing on love, or attracting what you don’t want, by focusing on fear? Other more tangible tools may include paper, pen or computer keyboard, so that we may write/type our ideas. Art supplies, such as poster board, crayons, markers, glitter, glue, images and words from magazines are magic wands in the hands of a creative soul as they become vision boards. I have them in various places throughout my house…each a testament to goals realized and some yet to be. Singing and chanting the words to my desires, brings them to me that much more readily and effortlessly. Walking and dancing in harmony with them, gives them an additional rocket boost of energy. Breathing them into being….with the loving force of the God-Source behind me.



Sometimes I muse about the idea that our ‘ideal life’ is already mapped out, waiting for us to step into it vs. the blank page concept onto which we write the script moment by moment. Not certain which it is, maybe a combination of the two. All I know, is that as I surrender resistance to my Highest Good, what-ever it is that I need, appears in my hands, literally at times. In moments of uncertainty, I have conversations with God(dess) who asks the same question: “Why do you doubt? Have I ever dropped you or let you out of my sight?” I call it ‘spiritual amnesia’, this forgetting who I am. That’s when the mirror concept comes in handy. You see, we attract into our lives, the people and experiences that reflect back to us, who we are and what we need in order to live the fullest, richest, juiciest life possible. In music, it’s referred to as ‘call and response’. The performer sings a line and the audience echoes it back. What is the music of your soul with which you want to be serenaded?  

 

Illuminate Your Path

Within you there is a wondrous light that came as part of your standard equipment at birth. Its purpose is to shine out and enable you to connect with all others who contain that glow (that would be everyone). Together you have the ability to see where it is you are headed and leave a trail of de-light in your wake. It really is easier to see if you aren’t stumbling around in the dark.

 

A  musical treat that will encourage you to GLOW! (aritist: Donavon Frankenreiter)

 

http://www.myspace.com/music/7360578/songs/72202614/?ap=1&sms_ss=email&at_xt=4cdb47296f723a05,0 
 

Unwritten

Doing some reminsicing lately. Thinking back to a time a few years ago,

when I received a message from a sweet voiced woman who identified

herself as Florence Simons. She asked if I did clowning. I figured she was

interested in having Feather (my clown alter- ego) come out and do an event

or party. Would never have imagined what she said, as the message

continued. She told me that she saves newspaper clippings and frames them

for display. She had an article that was written about me from way back in

November of 2000. In it, I spoke about my husband Michael’s death and how

clowning was part of the healing of my heart and soul. The title of the article

was “Character Provides Solace To The Woman Behind The Paint”.

Well, this lovely octogenarian had framed the article and wanted to gift me

with it.  I was honored and delighted to drive over to her home a few  minutes

away. When I pulled into her driveway next to a tidy farmhouse, I had the

radio on and a song wafted its way to my receptive ears. Normally, I would

have just turned it off and gotten out of the car. On that particular day, the

lyrics called to me, since I had never heard it before.

Unwritten

Natasha Bedingfield

I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined

 

I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you

 

Open up the dirty window

 

Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance

 

So close you can almost taste it

 

Release your inhibitions

 

Feel the rain on your skin

 

No one else can feel it for you

 

Only you can let it in

 

No one else, no one else

 

Can speak the words on your lips

 

Drench yourself in words unspoken

 

Live your life with arms wide open

 

Today is where your book begins

 

The rest is still unwritten

 

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines

 

We’ve been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can’t live that way

Staring at the blank page before you

 

Open up the dirty window

 

Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

 

Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

 

Release your inhibitions

 

Feel the rain on your skin

 

No one else can feel it for you

 

Only you can let it in

 

No one else, no one else

 

Can speak the words on your lips

 

Drench yourself in words unspoken

 

Live your life with arms wide open

 

Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin

 

No one else can feel it for you

 

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

 

Can speak the words on your lips

 

Drench yourself in words unspoken

 

Live your life with arms wide open

 

Today is where your book begins

 

The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you

 

Open up the dirty window

 

Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance

 

So close you can almost taste it

 

Release your inhibitions

 

Feel the rain on your skin

 

No one else can feel it for you

 

Only you can let it in

 

No one else, no one else

 

Can speak the words on your lips

 

Drench yourself in words unspoken

 

Live your life with arms wide open

 

Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin

 

No one else can feel it for you

 

Only you can let it in

 

No one else, no one else

 

Can speak the words on your lips

 

Drench yourself in words unspoken

 

Live your life with arms wide open

 

Today is where your book begins

 

The rest is still unwritten

 

The rest is still unwritten

 

The rest is still unwritten

Oh, yeah, yeah

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b7k0a5hYnSI

A few things immediately leapt forward. This song was so clearly speaking to

 

what I had experienced, during that time in particular. I had been feeling as

 

tempestuous and tumultuous as the rain storms that had drenched this area at the time.

 

 

I journaled about the experience: “Last night, driving home from a concert,

 

lightning piercing the slate gray sky, crack of thunder directly above my car, windshield tears

streaming down, the wipers unable to keep pace, a flood of emotions in waves across the

roads. So many blank pages await me each day. I know the words I want to inscribe

upon them, only to find that many of them remain at the level of fantasy at evening time

by what has come to pass. I also know that so many of them have played out beautifully,

manna-festing at the speed of thought.”

 

 

Walking through the doorway, I was greeted with a hug by the red haired,

bright-eyed Florence whose effervescence belies her age. Her walls are a

tribute to her love of the eclectic…a collection of pigs in the form of images

and quotes; my favorite : “Never try to teach a pig to sing….it wastes your

time and annoys the pig .”, high school graduation photos of her 9 children,

whom she raised solo since her husband died in the late 1970′s, multi-cultural

art work, representing many of the places to which she has traveled over the

years, and a poster of Annie Lennox and Sting from their concert tour a few

years back. She also had a plaque that so clearly links us as sisters and

kindred spirits: “Wild women don’t get the blues.” At least we don’t have them

for very long. As I unwrapped the framed story, tears came to my eyes. The

years rolled back seamlessly. Relatively newly widowed with a challenging 13

year old son to raise to adulthood, had just started a job as Director of Social

Services at a local nursing home, immersed in spiritual service as a minister,

no clue what would be unfolding before me. Emotions raw and ragged at

times; some of them masked behind the red nosed-white faced, purple

coverall-ed visage of Feather. Looking back through the time tunnel, I wonder

“if I knew then what I know now…” would I have jumped for joy or recoiled in

fear at all that has occurred in the interceding years? Were those pages as

yet unwritten, awaiting my pen to scribe the events and characters yet to

present themselves or was it all already scripted, waiting for me and those in

my life to step forward into the light? In 2000, many of those who are dear to

my heart now, were living their lives off my radar screen. It took the work of

Divine Design to pull together all of the pieces. It occurred to me that this

would be a great name for some aspect of my business, since so much of the

work I’m called on to do seems to be by divine design. As I was writing this, I

received an email with a quote from Ernest Holmes (of Science of Mind)

which speaks of a Divine Pattern that is in all things. Close enough.

 

As I ponder the immensity of this concept, I wonder what I will write on the

virginal pages tomorrow; planting seeds for six years hence. Who will be in

my life then who isn’t now and who will still be present who is now? What

treasure awaits? I can’t wait to read what will have been written.

 

What will you write on your blank pages today?

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