Author: Debbie Lynn

Is it True, Kind or Pertinent? Anything Else is Up for Interpretation.

  By Debbie Lynn There are hundreds of thousands of millions of us in contemplation about life and its purpose. But in the end, what does it really matter? The Universe (as far as I know) could care less. Looking deeply at where we come from, our inner issues and trauma can bring about clarity for the moment, yet nothing is ever really set in stone. The theories, the reasons and the postulations are all just opinions. And while science has provided us with basic justifications the deeper, higher and more ethereal questions still remain a mystery. Some pursue...

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The Courage to Trust (& a Little Pixie Dust).

  By Debbie Lynn   “All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” ― J.M. Barrie It is said that trust is earned. But I believe trust is instinctual—jasmine—and is twisted into an emotional life that we react to. We create (in our minds eye) what trust looks like in the people, places and the things we know and love, and that “trust” is a truth that needs a home base in our heart; it just does. A place to have all things “trustable” measured. But we are human and we all hold expectations that all...

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It is Love?

  By Debbie Lynn Oh that feeling—that lusty, wild, bat-shit crazy feeling. Is it love…or not? With all its veracity, emotional love envelopes our being (mind/body and soul). It is a rush of newness, excitement and confusion but how do we discern if it is true, real and lasting, especially if we are not completely clear about our past and what we may have left behind. It is hard to say but often, it goes like this: The Signs We drop all our sensibility, our dignity and virtual reality when we are in this state of bliss. We run...

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The Heavy Metal Buddhist.

  By Debbie Lynn 1983 I had just moved into my new apartment—LA style (or I really should say, “L.A. no-style”). I was broke with no furniture except for a few plants, my stereo, over 300 LPs and my leather jacket. Five bucks would get me a couple packs of cigarettes, a can of Dinty Moore stew and a loaf of bread that would last almost a week. Life was good. One very early morning Saturday morning after a drunken night on the Sunset Strip, I was awoken to the sound of bells and chanting. It was coming from...

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Gratitude for the Pain.

  By Debbie Lynn They (whoever “they” are) say our disturbances are all divine, but when we are in the thick of a nasty situation there is nothing divine about it. And the last thing we are thinking about is thanking the atrocity for giving us a life lesson. Enter blame, resentment and a plethora of other emotions that come in with the disturbances. They stack up like bricks when life is bending us over and kicking our asses. Here is how I turned the negativity around. In 2001, my world collapsed. In desperation, I sought out help. This...

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