Creative Success: What Does it Mean? How Do We Attain It?

I am offering a new TeleSeminar Series on the meaning of creative success. This is a four part series which begins on Thursday, April 2 and continues on the first Thursday of the month through July.
No matter how much the creative spirit calls and feeds us, we set impossible standard when it comes to measuring creative success.

Session One: You Cannot Be Truly Creative Until the Gypsy In You Dances!

Session one of Emily Hanlon's TeleSeminar Series on Creative Success is designed to challenge our definition of creative success. We will explore the pros and cons of outer world success and its seemingly constant companion, the beast named Failure. To this beast, no matter the accolades we receive, no matter the fame and fortune, enough is never enough. To this beast named Failure, there is always another mountain to climb.

After putting Failure in its place, we will explore creative success from the perspective of the fire in the belly and the hunger in the soul. Creativity laughs and cries, it dances and sings. It holds the power of the waves and sweetness of bird song. Join us in the creative dance!

The TeleSeminar comes with an E-Book: Calling Forth Your Gypsy, which will give you a different perspective on your relationship to creative passion even before we the TeleSeminar begins.

The teleSeminar begins at 1 pm, eastern time and runs for 75 minutes.

Explore Session One, The Gypsy Dances

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While Buying a Cup of Coffee...

She was so pretty, so young. I envied her wake-up skin and uncombed hair that only made her more lovely.

I went to pay.
"Your name is Emily," she said. "Mine is, too."

I smiled in wonder.

She said, "When you opened your wallet to pay, I saw your name."

We laughed.

"Such a popular name now," I said. "When I was a kid, I was always the only Emily."

"I know." She smiled.

We laughed.

How could she know. She was so beautiful and young with her wake-up skin and morning uncombed hair. I missed my beautiful young self. Every morning I stare at my wrinkles and graying hairs that I can no longer count.

We chatted about being Emily. "The most popular girl's name for the last 17 years," she said.

17. She hardly looked more than 17.

I paid for my coffee and left. The yearning for youth and its beauty flowered like a dying rose. And I said, "What have I forgotten?"

The answered flowered like a lotus.

You are Emily.
She is you.
All is one.
You are she.
You are you.
You are old.
You are young.
You are dying.
You are born.

The flower grew beyond my being, embracing me.

And yet, my mind still yearned.