i like that.

Perhaps there’s nothing to worry for

anymore.

perhaps if i simply state my desire

say thank you,

cry

then stand up and

walk to it,

that’d be sufficient.

yes.

i like that.

maybe

if i keep my imagination

connected

to my prayer

i wouldn’t have to hope for

fulfillment.

yes.

i like that.

Michelle Bernard speaks: another one, a poem and much more from Michelle Bernard on Vimeo.

 

11 keys to a magical life

Michelle Bernard 11 keys to a magical life

1.  believe, anyway 

2.  the words thank you matter so frickn much

3.  everyone is you, you are everyone

4.  daily exercise will lighten the load you carry (in your mind)

5.  your journal can collect your wisdom and evict most of your worry

6.  plunge your imagination into a vision for your creations/art/business/family/self

7.  live so fully you don’t fear regret

8.  promise to do what you say 

     and you’ll trust yourself

     more and more

9.  meditation can unbury a treasure. use it to excavate more clarity, confidence, and inspiration

10. prayer is a bridge. use it and cross to safety.

11. instead of being wasteful, take less

live above ordinary

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Michelle.

absolutely.

my folks wanted normal.
i got nods when i wore the beige suit (this happened Twice in all my 49 years).
i grew up around crossed fingers that I’d learn
hobby don’t make no money.
that would have to happen from magic.
so i went out into the wilderness and hunted degrees, certs, and validation– i even dry cleaned and starched a white collared shirt
i did very good to grow-up and be —not me
though wild chocked me with its vines squeezing for books to be birthed,
books to be purged from poetry + pain,
books to be rinsed from journals stashed in dusty cardboard boxes  
but when i heard the whisper from the muse at the nape of my neck
i could, no more, deny 
she said go be
be like those explorers you spy , like James Baldwin, Toni Morrison, Joyce Maynard, the ones who wore wide floppy felt hats covering one eye.
meet them and sip cappuccino til 3 then wine till your journals swell.
go on
be lifted up from your juliette balcony by the magical balloon filled with the air from your imagination and meaning.
both have the power to raise you up, even when it rains.
normal, at this point, is absolutely impossible.
Michelle Bernard listening to her song

what you need.

your heart will be persistent

even if you leave it to wither in a shoe box

even if you flatten it and use it as a bookmark to save your place

even if you bury it in the garden between the bossy rows of peppermint

your heart will keep on trying to tell you

what you need to know

to be able to survive

to be able to go on

to rise

to be free.

when you are ready to listen

when you are ready to know

when you’re ready to let go

your heart will say to you 

you’re the one that I want.

BE YOU.

Not expected.

the mist can see me through my window.
I see it too. It cannot hide behind the glow from street lamps.
It was raining when the dogs woke up.
It’s still raining now.
this is certainly not the way I expected to experience the last days of April:
wrapped in two scarves, socks up my legs, and a fur-lined hat near the front door.
I wanted flowers out my window
and fresh air to blow into my apartment while I get ready for bed.
but
I do like the stillness of this night.
 
And I like how time hangs onto the mist
giving more evening
more slowdown
breath
and
less
in my mind
so I can see the beauty
in this foggy night
 

Michelle Bernard: not expected, a poem for the season from Michelle Bernard on Vimeo.

 

longer.

i love ya
tomorrow
i wiggled into you
(you were worth the wait)
inhaling
through grateful hips
shoulders praising morning
i pointed these feet
east
toward Creation
while white strands caught my eyelashes
i increased the decision
taking longer strides
(trusting myself for
the 108th time)
letting what I felt
be felt
by
the air
and
sky
swallowed the noise
letting the sound of light play
from my body
making the days
longer
 

Michelle Bernard: longer – a poem from Michelle Bernard on Vimeo.

 

like magic.

What are you waiting for?

No, really.

Are you actually waiting? For the right moment, the courage, a magic stick to tap the back of your ear and bless you with stock, proficiency, and magnetism?

Well, here it is. 

I am waving my… uh… give me a moment…

umbrella.

Pretend it is the wand you’ve been expecting, and let it anoint you with 

the drive and decision you always hoped this day would give you.

TAP!

Now, become the person you’ve imagined. 

 

rise.

Michelle Bernard

www.michellebernardspeaks.com

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my childish ways

listen to what see says to answer Johnny at 1:54-ish… she recorded her best-selling music shortly after this interview ➠ LAST DANCE, BAD GIRLS, HOT STUFF, DIM ALL THE LIGHTS, ON THE RADIO…

I met her

had spaghetti dinner with Donna and the band and her husband, Bruce, before her concert in California 1984

spent the weekend with Donna’s personal secretary at her apartment in Beverly Hills and got to meet Mimi, Donna’s first daughter, who was there when we arrived

then the next summer I got to do it again.

I hung out backstage in the green room the next year from 4pm until Donna’s concert started, then returned backstage for the after-show party. I was 16.

I had told everyone in my town I was going to meet Donna Summer.

As a sixth grader on the playground during elementary school recess in Iowa, I was prophesying my future.

“How are you going to do that, Michelle?”

It was a valid question.

To everyone I seemed merely a wishful kid singing and hoping my heart out in a little city in the midwest.

But you see, I did NOT NEED TO KNOW how it would happen to believe it would.

I felt like it was gonna happen. 

My vision and feeling were the only proof I needed to know I’d meet Donna Summer one day.

And I ended up spending time with her twice. Hours and hours of time with her!

I learned at 11 that you can declare your vision and construct a real-life happening from your faith. You need to feel your vision like it’s real.

I’ve been doing it ever since.

What is your vision? Are you seeing it every morning and night with me like we planned? Visit my Facebook page so you can join me in seeing your future as real right now!

construct it

feel it

believe it

expect it.

 

amazed.

tap into your winter wonderland ➻ your mind.

devote a little time every day to create the You and life you really want.

visit your creation every single day–inside your imagination–I’m going to!

welcome to your future.

start now.

pick 1 or 2 burning desires and commit to visualizing them. see, feel, hear, and know them like they’re really real for 2-10 minutes during your morning routine. do it again before you go to bed.

see your future wonderland every morning and before bed for the rest of this year.

use the audio below to jazz up your visioning ♛

vision

(excerpted from AiM–10 days to LOSE YOUR MIND audio and video program. check it out…)

The gift you want this year, you already have. 

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ignite.

When we ruminate over a thought,

a fear,

or an outcome; we are using our imagination.

When we talk about what we want,

what we believe,

what we fear; we are using our imagination.

When we stay up all night because our mind is unleashed and running rampant between layers and streams and matrices of thoughts; we are using our imagination.

Whenever we daydream, we are using our imagination.

How are you using your imagination?

Your imagination has the magnetic force to attract to you its image.

Your imagination is filled with the pictures that encapsulate your burning desire or your belief about what’s possible.

Hopefully what you believe to be possible is also your burning desire.

If not, well that’s what you need to fix reconfigure right now.

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Michelle Bernard,

author of LEAN HAPPY HEALTHY YOU

and other ravishingly motivational journals

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