Keep those cards and letter coming!

Write letters and send postcards

The things that make me the happiest have an emotional and physical effect.  And even more so when you do something for someone else.  One of the most lasting of these things is a personal letter.

Being born in the transitional time between letters and computers, many people in my generation have already shunned snail mail as a way to communicate. This makes them rare, but a very inexpensive surprise. My grandmother was one of seven children, and they communicated with a round-robin letter. From mailbox to mailbox, they would add an update on their life and send it around to the next sibling. She taught me that letters are a valuable form of communication, something she’s emphasized as her memory slowly fades.

I got into the habit of writing letters and during the times where I was most stressed, a paper due, a newspaper deadline, or turmoil, I would write a letter. Letters live somewhere between thoughts and stories. They are a confidant and a piece of yourself that you can choose to scrap or share.

When I receive a letter, especially from someone who I haven’t heard from in awhile, I get a rush of endorphins, because I’m holding proof that the friend considered me. It’s the same rush I get when someone is thoughtful or goes out of their way to help me. Most friends reciprocate with a call to say how happy they were to open a personal note rather than another bill or W-2.

I followed epistolary literature in college, often using my break from studying as a chance to write letters. Perhaps letters will go the way of Wells Fargo wagons, but I’ll single-handedly support the post office as long as my friends have addresses and my fingers can write. Letters are my personal therapy, my rush of endorphins, my connection with those I love, and my alone time—my regular serving of happiness.

As the old Jimmy Durante song goes, “make someone happy.” A thoughtful, hand-written letter will do that EVERY TIME!

It's so important to make someone happy. 
Make just one someone happy…

Fame, if you win it,
 comes and goes in a minutes
.

Where's the real stuff in life, to cling to? 

Love is the answer!

 
Make someone happy. 
Make just one someone happy.
 And you will be happy too.

Get. Very. Simple.

 A few years ago, I  had the immense pleasure of attending a lecture by Huston Smith, the preeminent scholar of the world’s religions.  Smith first came to the attention of the world when he brought a young Tibetan Buddhist Monk – His Holiness, the Dalai Lama –to America for the first time. Smith spoke about the continuing impact of religion on our world, most notably the strife in the Middle East over religious differences. He was at his most joyous when he spoke about his own spiritual practices, which he described to us. Smith said, upon rising each day, he did Hatha yoga for some minutes, followed by reading a few pages of a sacred text, after which he meditated or prayed for at least five minutes. He would finish his morning ritual by doing a bit of yard work and some composting. As gardening and composting enthusiast, I was engrossed. Smith extolled the virtues of this service to the planet, which results in rich, dark soil, and a beautiful garden he greatly enjoys.

The entire audience smiled as they listened to this great and humble man describe the spiritual practices with which he began each day. These were Huston Smith’s personal morning rituals and I felt more at peace just listening to him describe his simple steps to serenity. I love the irony that this premiere academic, who has such as deep understanding of all the religions rituals throughout history, had created such an uncomplicated approach for himself. I left the talk inspired to worry less and enjoy more. I saw the deep wisdom of simplicity. Huston Smith rarely appears in public but I never miss a chance to listen to him speak on any subject. I recently saw him again at San Francisco’s esteemed CIIS and heard the one detail he had left out of the previous discussion of morning practices, which I recognized as a  brilliant happiness habit.  He was introduced that night by a dear old friend, who added this delightful detail he knew from their time as college roommates: Upon waking, Huston sits up ramrod straight in his bed, claps his hands together and says very loudly, ”It’s going to be a GREAT DAY.”

What simple activities can you perform to add joy to your life?

Are there any “downer duties” you can delete from your life?

Do you feel a longing for simpler times in your life?

What can you do about it?

Is there a morning “life affirmation” you can speak upon waking?

Wishing you sweet serenity,

Ask for help when you need it and give help when you are asked

 Happiness, as the old adage goes, is an inside job.

 The “inner work” of happiness is that of thinking about how you live your life and how your thinking is foundational. We all know that  where we were born, to whom we were born, and the circumstances greatly influence who we are at the beginning of our lives but this is not the whole story. By applying oneself at school, at work, in LIFE. doors can open in any circumstance. Who you are is who you THINK you are. If you believe you are a person with potential, your potential will unfold. Many of us receive what I call “negative programming” when we are young and impressionable, but this can’t become the determining factor. Erase those old tapes and write your own program! Easier said than done, I know, but self-belief is the key. If it is writing affirmations and putting them on the fridge at home, then do it. If it is working with a life coach, try it. Perhaps an analytical approach or process mapping your life and your goals will work best.. Maybe for you, it would entail a retreat at Esalen learning yoga and deepest meditation.

 Or it could be simple, doable steps like getting up earlier in the day and trying one new thing a day. If, like many of us, the least expensive option is best, start a “success circle” like my friend Duncan did. Duncan is a brilliant filmmaker, writer, and musician but grew up in impoverished and unfortunate circumstances with a panicky single mother who wanted to dictate Duncan’s life every step of the way She even went so far as to have him institutionalized when he defied her. It would have been easy for him to either stay in the struggle or, at the very least, become a bitter and negative person. Instead, he chose to go to film school as quickly as possible and move to LA to make movies. Breaking into the “business” in LA is not easy when you have no connections so Duncan established himself- rented an apartment and worked  a day job while he sought his break. Then Duncan had a great idea, to create a “success circle,” and invited some friends to his home to talk about what each person wanted in life and dreamed of doing. They discussed what would bring them happiness and right livelihood. hopes and aspirations. By the end of the first circle, they has all come up with goals and created outlines and ways to attain these dreams. They made it up as they went along but the success circle was a great success, each member going on to great things.

 As for Duncan, he has made two films, found true love, and great happiness.

What kind of happiness are you seeking? Maybe you don’t know yet – or thought you did but now you are not so sure. Maybe you are on the right trick but just need a gentle nudge in a new direction. In our own lives, happiness can feel transitory and elusive. We can get overwhelmed by business and commit the cardinal “happiness eradicator” of comparing ourselves to others. Thinking about what you lack is the shortest path to misery that I know of. Instead do a “reframe” and think about what you HAVE, gifts, talents, positive people in your life, a great garden, all the great good things in your life.

Better already, right?

A List of Love

Stop for a moment and be thankful for the giver behind the gift. Make a list of the people in your life who made you happy today.

Your Gratitude Hit List

Create a top ten list of the things you are most grateful for in your life. Carry it with you in your purse or pocket, or post it on your mirror, your refrigerator, or at your office to remind you daily of what you are grateful for.

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Domo Arigato

A globetrotting friend of mine told me that the first thing she would do before setting foot in another country was learn how to say, “Thank you,” in the native tongue. “You’d be surprised at the delight others take in hearing a foreigner’s tongue speak their own language,” she said. “They were sometimes surprised, other times impressed, and sometimes they would have no idea what I was saying! But they were always grateful for my attempts.”

Here’s a list of the world’s many ways to express your gratitude:

Arabic: Shukran

Czech: Děuji

Danish: Tak

Dutch: Dank u

Estonian: Tänan teid

Filipino: Salamat

Finnish: Kiitos

French: Merci

Gaelic: Go raibh maith agat

German: Danke

Hungarian: Köszönöm

Indonesian: Terima kasih

Italian: Grazie

Japanese: Arigato

Latvian: Paldies

Norwegian: Takk

Polish: Dzi kuj

Portuguese: Obrigado

Romanian: Mul umesc

Spanish: Gracias

Swahili: Asante

Swedish: Tack

Vietnamese: Cảm ơn bạn

Welsh: Diolch yn fawr

Reading Tonight of Beat Alice's Poetry!

Tonight at 7PM I will be reading the poetry of Elise Cowen, also known as Beat Alice, at the Beat Museum in San Francisco. More information about the event can be found on the Museum website. For now, I would like to talk about Elise herself.

Elise Cowen, though dead more than a quarter century, is in many ways more tangible than many of the other Beat women. She is alive in the pages of Joyce Johnson’s Minor Characters and in the memories of many of the survivors of the Beat Generation whom she marked forever with her generous friendship. Janine Pommy Vega, with whom Elise lived for a time, says, “I still think about her every day. She was the smartest person I knew.”

Elise was born to a relatively well-off family on Long Island who were given to high-strung histrionics interspersed with brittle attempts at normalcy. Her parents had achieved the American Dream with the perfect house in the perfect neighborhood and the perfect job. More than anything, they wanted the perfect daughter to complete the ensemble, and Elise became the focus of their rages.

Although Elise didn’t make good grades, she was extremely bright and read extensively. Poetry, especially the works of Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot, were particular favorites, and she could quote them at will, just at the right moments. She favored the darker poetry most of all, suggesting a shadow side to the good-friend persona she kept on display.

She attended Barnard in accordance with her family’s plans, but didn’t flourish in the ways they had hoped. Instead, she met Joyce Johnson and Leo Skir, among other Beat players, and got involved with her philosophy professor. Elise doted on the professor, who led an exciting life and had a child but no apparent wife. He also had lots of friends traipsing in and out of his messy apartment while Elise cleaned up and baby-sat for his two-year-old son.

This relationship proved the portal to Elise’s future; when his friend Allen Ginsberg arrived on the scene, Elise recognized a twin soul. (Joyce Johnson mentions how they even looked alike during that time.) They slept together for a while, but when Allen moved on, Elise was never quite able to let go. Ironically, Allen and Elise both met Carl Solomon (for whom Ginsberg would eventually write “Howl”) in separate stays at mental hospitals, which Elise took as a sign that they should be together. Allen went to a psychiatric ward instead of jail after the infamous wreck in the stolen car with Herbert Huncke, Vickie Russell, and Little Jack Melody. Elise was in Bellevue Hospital during one of her episodes of depression. When Allen became lovers with Peter Orlovsky, Elise took a woman lover named Sheila and, at one point, the two couples even shared an apartment.

After her graduation from Barnard, Elise became depressed more often and was never completely free of the shadows. She took a job as a typist and had a dismal career, typing at night, drinking red wine, and writing poetry in secret. After being fired from her job, she ran away to San Francisco, disappearing from view. The Elise that returned to New York a year later was changed: thinner and quieter, she seemed even more haunted than before.

Elise was admitted to Bellevue for infectious hepatitis. Her parents had her transferred to a psychiatric facility in Queens and signed her out against doctor’s orders after a few months even though Elise was suffering auditory hallucinations and paranoia. Their plan was to take Elise with them on a Florida vacation, but Elise never made the trip. On February 16, 1962, she jumped out of the window of her parent’s living room in Washington Heights. She died instantly. The police noted that the window was still locked—Elise had jumped through a closed window.

None of her poetry was published in her lifetime, but eighty-three poems have rested in a box in her friend Leo Skir’s apartment in Minneapolis; her remaining poems and journals were destroyed by her family after her death. Over the years, Leo, a still-loyal friend, has sent some of Elise’s poems to The Ladder and several small literary magazines.

Sitting

Sitting with you in the kitchen

Talking of anything

Drinking tea

I love you

“The” is a beautiful, regal, perfect word

Oh I wish you body here

With or without bearded poems

This is believed to be the last poem that Elise Cowen ever wrote:

No love

No compassion

No intelligence

No beauty

No humility

Twenty-seven years is enough

Mother—too late—years of meanness—I’m sorry

Daddy—What happened?

Allen—I’m sorry

Peter—Holy Rose Youth

Betty—Such womanly bravery

Keith—Thank you

Joyce—So girl beautiful

Howard—Baby take care

Leo—Open the window and Shalom

Carol—Let it happen

Let me out now please—

—Please let me in

Acts of Beauty

When I was working on the Random Acts of Kindness campaign, it was an incredibly joy-filled work experience. I usually do love what I do but this took it to a whole new level. My work was not just about helping my company or paying my rent for the month, it suddenly really meaning something. We were making the world a better place, one act of kindness at a time. There was literally an electricity in the air and we arrived at work each day to see what miracles had happened overnight while we were sleeping.

I remember the first day we knew everything had really changed - we found out through the US mail. Usually we only had a dozen or so pieces of mail, bills mostly and a few queries, letters from readers or an order or two. One day, the mailman knocked and said, "I need help here." He had BAGS of letters from people all over the country and a TON of ones with suggestions of acts of kindness. There were laughter and tears as we sat down on the floor and tore open the envelopes reading aloud from the letters. Some were in children's big blocky letters (these usually had the best ideas of kindness) and others in elder's careful script. I treasure that memory as I saw the power of the human heart that day.

A gathering of the tribe:

Cleis Press Kicks Off OutWriters Project on Twitter

By Dianna Dilworth on June 3, 2014 12:29 PM

Indie publisher Cleis Press is celebrating LGBT pride month with a Twitter project that focused on the importance of LGBTQ writing.

The publisher is encouraging writers to share why queer writers are important to them on Twitter with the hashtag #OutWriters.

Here is more from the press release: “Cleis Press’s co-founder Felice Newman commented that ‘as an out writer myself, I’ve spent most of my life encouraging LGBTQ people to be visible, free, and well-pleasured. The presence of LGBTQ voices in literature is dear to my heart.’ Cleis hopes that OutWriters will help give LGBTQ books and writers the attention and visibility they deserve.”

Listen to the "Indiana Jones of Strange," our own Nick Belardes on Coast to Coast this Friday from 10 to spooky midnight!

Discover the hidden history of the US, replete with cover-ups, scandals, and strange-but-true facts with Nicholas Belardes on Coast to Coast AMtomorrow at 10pm PST!

For even more tidbits of trivia, pick up Nicholas's latest book, A People's History of the Peculiar. http://amzn.to/1nw8zNc

Our author Mark Nepo will be on tour this fall with Oprah!

I am trying to figure out how I can get to one of these and it is beyond thrilling to have a Viva Editions on the road with Oprah Winfrey!

Mark Nepo is pleased to announce that he will be joining Oprah’s The Life You Want Weekend Tour! Mark will be LIVE on stage with Oprah and other handpicked life trailblazers for this enlightening 2-day event in select cities. From teaching to conversation, to music, laughter, and breathtaking moments, this will be an unforgettable life experience. Tickets are on sale now!
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Being a good in the world- how do you do it?

When I was giving talks and radio interviews for "The Grateful Table," I shared some of the wisdom I have come to claim as I grow older. Even ten years ago, I would have never come to this realization but   I am glad I finally did. I firmly believe this- at the end of your life, it will not matter one iota how much money you have, how many fancy cars in the garage, real estate investments or any material wealth or assets you may have gathered. The only thing that matters is the answer to this question: how much did I give to others? Did I love enough? Was I of service?

If the answer is no, get busy NOW. Do not wait another day! This was my inspiration for my upcoming project, "Be A Good in the World," and I am gathering ideas, sharing the ones I have learned along the way and would LOVE to hear yours.

I find it interesting but this notion of making a difference has a sense of urgency to me. Maybe it has something to do with the daily pelting of negativity from the news media. It can bring about a sense of helplessness. But, here's the thing -we CAN help. Every act of kindness or simple goodness matters enormously. And I want to hear yours.

Did you know you can polish your shoes with a banana peel?

I mean, do you even really need to know anything else? That is the best eco tip I have ever heard but we are over-the-moon excited about blogger Sweet Maddie's book "All You Need  is Less" and you may never buy anything else after getting this book. It is really fun, packed full of wisdom and Maddie herself is a riot. How often do you find yourself laughing out loud when reading about composting? I bet not NEARLY enough.

In closing, I will just add that you must stay away from those scary "fresh smelling" dryer sheets. They are coated with lard? Oh, and that smell is 100% chemicals!

Running on gratitude

I always say that, as a company, VIVA EDITIONS runs on gratitude. We just had our "Wednesday 15,"  our little weekly huddle where we talk about our major projects, ask for help if need be and also share anything we might want to just talk about. This week, we all spoke about what we are grateful for  in the here and now: beautiful spring weather, KPop, better health,  exciting new books, Dungeons and Dragons, our gorgeous new fall catalogs, a bicycle that is getting back on the road.

In the midst of it all, it is good to remember the little things.