“Your problem is how you are going to spend this one and precious life you have been issued. Whether you’re going to spend it trying to look good and creating the illusion that you have power over circumstances, or whether you are going to taste it, enjoy it and find out the truth about who you are.” ~Anne Lamott

To begin…

I want to share a confession, and yes I am catholic. I love to write, always have but I have never been a proficient with my grammar. And so I am almost certain this blog will have grammatical mistakes and maybe even a few misspelled words, because this blog is about being real. And for me to be real means to be open, honest, and admitting I am the worst speller. Even though I have written for years, that does not mean I am the Steinbeck of grammar. It is these mistakes and mess ups that make me accessible.

I want this blog to be a place that is accessible and where we can expand together. Through my art, stories, photos, and videos and your comments, I hope we are able to find a way to shift and crack open. For you that might be opening yourself up to a new person today, who may end up being one of your best friends or mentors. Or finally leaving that relationship or job that is holding you back from being who you really are supposed to be. Whatever the case I want this blog to be fearless and fun, and I will be your inspirational guide on this crazy journey will call life.

Life is a funny thing, we never know what road it will lead us down. One of my paths has been to write. I have written in journals my whole life, their blank pages have been a refuge for my thoughts, fears, and dreams. My pen and paper have been a home for my stories about late disco nights in Barcelona and being lost in my 20’s and 30’s, and trying to find myself in my 40’s. Little did I know 6 years ago when I started yet another journal that this endeavor would turn into an artistic self-help book called, Cracking Open. That all my early morning writing periods would now be the book I am now pitching to publishing houses in New York and San Francisco.

My first draft was hand written, second draft typed, third torn apart, fourth crossed out and now my fifth draft has been molded into what is Cracking Open, an artistic self-help journal that is beautiful to look at with tools and thought-provoking questions for you to help you discover your true self. Cracking Open is my third child, it is what I have spent many early morning hours until my kids wake up pouring my heart and soul into it’s creation. It is a major labor of love, that I hope will one day will be out in the world in bookstores and on tables at Anthropolgie and Urban Outfitters.

To make this dream a reality I have been writing letters and bio’s contacting agents and publishing houses putting myself out there in hopes that they can one day make my dream a reality. This type of self exposure is humbling, and continues to require courage. The main reason I started this blog was because last weekend I attended the Willamette Writers Workshop in Portland, Oregon pitching my book to agents and publishers. The one question I was asked over and over again is, “Do you have a blog?” This is a question I have been asked for years by friends, family and yes even a psychic I talked to said, “You must start a blog.” So I came home and began this blog, Cracking Open. I also came home with a new spirit to call myself a writer and artist. Thankfully Gordy Hoffman, Philip Seymour Hoffman’s brother and lunch time speaker at the conference encouraged us all to share with others where our passions lie, whether that be a writer, welder or weatherman. Speak your truth!

So let’s begin, I want to share with you some things that inspire me to be more creative and alive. And when I am feel more alive I am more me.

For your beautiful creative souls…

READ

Anthology and Kinfolk Magazine

http://anthologymag.com/blog3/issues/

http://www.kinfolk.com/

INDULGE

Design Love Fest Blog

http://www.designlovefest.com/

INQUIRE

Omega Institute:

http://www.eomega.org/

I am ready to GET CRACKING, are you?

xo

Mol