Just for Fun, Life Coaching

Perfectly Broken: Following Your Voice Home

2 Comments 19 August 2011

What if…
we all just stopped, looked up, and let Life ring through, as clear as a birdsong or a bell?
“Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack, a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”—Leonard Cohen
What if…
Instead of becoming infatuated again with all the bluster and footwork of passion and will, we remembered that..
Life is designed to support full expression and growth.
Our mammal bodies are 2.5 million years in the making and we can trust their innate wisdom.
As spiritual beings we are eternal and can never get it wrong because we are never really done.
What a blessed relief, to be out of the how and what business, all those beginnings and middles.  All that self-loathing disguised as self-help. All that crack patching.
What a blessed relief to love yourself because you are that way.
“You do not have to be good.  You do not have to walk on your knees through the desert for a hundred miles repenting.  You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.”—Mary Oliver
If expression has any point, it is that.  Just the soft animal of your body giving its grief cry or joy cry, or maybe its particular flavor of silence.

Denying the soft animal of your body makes it sad and can also make it sick.As Carolyn Myss says, “if you don’t have passion you do have symptoms.”

The main reason I love helping people fully express themselves is because I know how much it hurts not to.What a painful lie it is to feel invisible, voiceless, separate.

As a spiritual life coach and photographer, I give space to what is already there and let it shine forth.  It is a simple and healing thing.  Really the most natural thing.  There is nothing to fix.  Makeovers to the soul are a form of violence.
Looking back I can see how all the emphasis I put on my “Hero’s Journey”, my evolution and growth, my specialness and sensitivities, only made the illusion of separation stronger.
22 years of following the Western rabbit trail of freedom later, I have realized I didn’t need to be a ragged individual, didn’t need to create unique gyrations of style to be someone, didn’t need to improve, or even lead, my life.
In fact there is no such thing as “My life”.  Just life.  Just One with Life.
I had followed my voice back home.
In hindsight I see that even my inner resistances and apparent “hitch in my gitalong” was perfectly orchestrated.  All the things that didn’t happen were grace too.

What hasn’t happened lately that you are grateful for?

What is the simplest or most outrageous thing you can be, do, or say now in service of what you love most?

Share your comments and insights below.

Doug Ellis is a professional light-bringer, photographer, and spiritual/somatic life coach. His life is dedicated to heart-centered expression and the healing power of being deeply seen. 

Just for Fun, Life Coaching, Spirituality & Transformation

Being Here is Triumph Enough

1 Comment 16 July 2011

Existence Exists
Here Is
Life Lives

Here I Am. Here You Are.

If its some random chaotic accident, why not make it a happy one?  If it is an expression of Divine Intelligence or cosmic grand plan then might as well shoulder and savor the responsibility as best a mortal can.

There is not a dang thing we can do or undo to change it.

So, be here reverently or resistantly but pretending not to be here hurts and being non-reverent is kind of ugly.

Here belongs. You belong.

Its a miraculous sleight of hand that we could even think that “something is wrong,” or, “I’m not good enough” when you consider that:

  • The odds of you being that lucky egg-getting sperm to make it to the egg are 1 in 12,000,000,000.
  • The odds of the Earth supporting complex life the way it does are under 0.01 per cent over four billion years.

The odds of you finding and reading this post are probably similar.

Thank you for reading these words.

18% of the world, about 1.2 billion people can’t read at all much less own a computer.

Feeling lucky yet?

A few inspiring sources:

Just for Fun, Life Coaching

Curating or Collecting: Saying Yes to Your No

0 Comments 29 June 2011

Our Creations As Extensions of our Energy Bodies

I have accumulated a lot of nice photographs and sometimes, despite all and even during all, my meditating, will hatch a good idea or two. When these thought forms and little energetic dopplegangers pile too high I begin to feel menaced and overwhelmed by my equivalent of  what Spaulding Gray used to call his “Monster in a Box” –a 1600 page and still growing unfinished novel that he carried around in a huge cardboard box next to his writing desk like a kind of cancerous creative sidecar. For all I know it is buried next to him now still throbbing with promise.

To keep that little creative “Mini Me” at least life-sized if not smaller, I set a challenge to myself to do a portfolio review and delete the four weakest images from each of my photo galleries. That got me thinking about curating vs collecting and the clarifying power of a discerning no. A compassionate and loving respectful no, an open-hearted no, the kind that Steve Jobs, King of the Delete Key, alludes to when he says “I am as proud of what we don’t do as I am of what we do.” Put another way, he is as proud of the no as he is of the yes.

A ‘No’ uttered from the deepest conviction is better than a ‘Yes’ merely uttered to please, or worse, to avoid trouble. ~Gandhi

How often do you do a life review? When was the last time you said no?

Curating vs Collecting: In Art and Life

Curate as a verb actually means to “be in charge of”, and is one of the most underappreciated skills and talents in the arts and in consumerist American culture. Those disciplined choices, all that “negative (no) space” , make the difference between a fine art museum and a warehouse of stacked canvases. Even more importantly, curating makes the difference between all these little creations and choices being in charge of us and us being in charge of them.

As an online reputation consultant, I frequently remind clients that saying no is the difference between having a recognizable identity and brand niche and being tossed into the brand bargain bin (picture Williams-Sonoma vs Walgreens).

Curating is a different mind-set and skill-set than creating. That is why there are writers and editors, artists and museum curators. Until I have my own agent or editor, I have to set aside time and head space specifically for one or the other. Trying to both at once is stultifying to the creative process and not quite rigorous enough for the curation. I generally put a piece away for weeks to months and come back to it with fresh eyes and perspective for a more critical review.

Ansel Adams said that “twelve significant photos in any one year is a good crop.” I still aspire to that kind of discipline, even in these Google Image and stock image crazed times where sheer volume and keyword density appear to reign supreme commercially.

Life as Your Canvas

Its not that there is something wrong with collecting–every curated body of work has to start with a collection, after all. It is when we use a collection as defense, and a kind of insulation or padding to feel safe that we begin to serve it instead of the other way around. There are areas of my life where I curate and areas where I collect. I’m noticing that the areas I curate are the areas where people can most readily connect and relate to. I tend to collect in domains of life where  where I feel insecure or uncertain,  interior, private backwater eddies, subconscious material that hasn’t quite taken shape yet or that I haven’t felt clear enough to shape yet.

  • Areas of life I curate: food/diet, movies/entertainment, books, beliefs/thoughts, camera gear, photos.
  • Areas of life I collect:  acquaintances, experiences, spiritual teachings/trainings/, computer documents, ideas, files, music.

Creating Space for the Next Creation

As an empathic, intuitive and introverted person I can spend a good length of time in that murky cloud of creative chaos and the momentum and solitude of it is fertile soil for the next creation. But as much as I like my alone time I realize its not so healthy to stay in the output mode and all the clutter it generates indefinitely. It has an infinite incessancy, and I feel like an industrious creative little beaver, that must keep gnawing wood or its front teeth will grow too long for its mouth and pierce through the tongue. Meanwhile my creations pile.

Then I know it is time to curate again, time to clear the creative cache. When I want more clients and clearer head, I clean my car and throw away papers.

It is a personal regenerative cycle that informs the next evolution of creation and gives me at least the illusion of doership in whatever it is that life is expressing through me.

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Photography, Spirituality & Transformation

Hanuman Yoga Festival Pictures

0 Comments 18 June 2011

My photographic interpretation of the 2011 Hanuman Yoga Festival, Boulder CO June 16-19, 2011.


Hanuman Yoga Festival Boulder CO – Images by doug ellis

Spirituality & Transformation

Amma Fundraising Kirtan Party in Ojai CA

0 Comments 05 June 2011

Fundraiser for Amma Karunamayi with musicians/performers Amy Arani, Judy Piazza, John Bagdasarian, Michael Reidinger and friends and a delicious indian dinner to support Amma Sri Karunamayi’s upcoming visit to Southern California.


Amma Fundraising Kirtan Party Ojai CA – Images by doug ellis

Life Coaching, Spirituality & Transformation

Friends with Silence

4 Comments 01 June 2011

Befriending silence is like having a whale whisper in your ear

or sharing a sandwich with a planet.

A humbling and ridiculous mashup.

Only grace can make you feel both so precious and tiny.

You don’t even need to make the first move.

Silence is already there. And here.

Dissolving aloneness into all oneness with infinite patience.

Might as well stay still.

When it takes you, you want to share it,

the hushed moment.

But moment is all there is,

a moment in a moment in a  moment.

Maybe you can feel it between these words.

Maybe you too are a friend of silence.

When we meet

we’ll greet each other with the space inside.

Maybe it will quietly smile.


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Gymkhana Pictures: Official Photos of 2011 Thacher School Gymkhana

0 Comments 10 May 2011

I photographed the Thacher School Gymkhana once again this year, and found myself again in awe of the skill, grace and poise of these young citizens, and pining for a horse to adopt for a year and a chance to return to high school.

Gymkhana 2011 Thacher School CA – Images by doug ellis

Gymkhana is a term used in the United Kingdom, east coast of the United States, and other English-speaking nations to describe an equestrian event consisting of speed pattern racing and timed games for riders on horses. These events often emphasize children’s participation and may be organized by a recognized Pony Club or a 4-H club.

In most of the western United States, this type of competition is usually called an “O-Mok-See” (also spelled O Mok See or “Omoksee”) competition, a term derived from a Native American phrase meaning “games on horseback.” However, the term gymkhana is used in California. This event was held here in Ojai, CA.

Just for Fun

Thacher School Boys Lacrosse Photos

0 Comments 02 May 2011


Boys Lacrosse: Ojai CA Lacrosse Boys Team – Images by doug ellis

Just for Fun, Life Coaching

My Fear of Being Vir: Musings on the New Masculinity

0 Comments 25 April 2011

I avoided moving to California for a long while, partly because it was Mill Valley and I had this irrational fear about becoming a mousey, mossy, androgynous Randy-o- the-Redwoods spiritual drifter. I was a solid and peak-bagging mountain man and wanted to keep that rocky mountain edge.  In retrospect, I see that I didn’t trust my water nature and emotional self enough to make the leap until I had a compelling reason and community to dive into.

If you haven’t seen “The Man from Marin” and Vir, I will include a link to it here below so you can have some context for what shape that fear might take:

The Man From Marin

I have since embraced my inner Vir, or at least made a kind of truce and acceptance of that flavor of masculine expression.  I’m still warming up to the other end of the spectrum, that sort of militant rigidity some men get after a men’s weekend orwatching too much cage fighting or learning tips and tricks from the PUA community. I am still working on embracing my inner tough guy.

A couple conscious man resources:

No list of feminine/masculine writings would be complete without mentioning David Deida. I really love the Way of the Superior Man and Blue Truth. They are great articulations of polarity and spiritual partnership. He also has a good DVD of a live workshop in Australia that I had but have lost track of.

Another is the podcast and blog The New Man by Tripp Lanier. The tagline of the site is “Beyond the Macho Jerk and the New Age Wimp”.

I can definitely relate to that balancing act…teetering somewhere between Veer and Mike Tyson. To clarify: I am teetering in jeans and not in bell-bottomed Lululemon pants.

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Everything I Know I’ve Learned from Women

6 Comments 25 April 2011

Klimt Hope II

…or, more precisely, from the Divine Feminine in all of its aspects, including Ma Nature. I grew up mainly with my mother and sister, and in the mountains and streams of Colorado. The things I have loved most in my life had a radiant and light-filled quality, and I was always drawn to where light gathered. It tends to collect and pool around the feminine and all natural forms.

Everything I know I’ve learned from the mothers and the grandmothers. This is my rampage of appreciation for the feminine–for their forbearance and grace in the face of overwhelming challenges, prejudices, and atrocities that were elucidated in the Manifesto for Conscious Men.

As a portrait photographer and being-based life coach, I spend a lot of time attention on giving form to essence, which is essentially genderless and birthless and deathless and never has a bad hair day. But as a carnal and incarnate man I can also appreciate the shapes and forms that essence takes in feminine form. Let me count just a few of the ways in which I am grateful to this beautiful and divine reflection.

  • I appreciate the earthiness and low to the ground hipstrength of the feminine, and what David Whyte calls its no-nonsense compassion, how it leans into pain and difficulty.
  • I love how the feminine connects and communes to all beings equally and simultaneously with a sweet and diffuse awareness.
  • I love the feminine’s capacity for joy and laughing at life’s foibles.
  • I love the ferocity and strength of the feminine and how beautiful it is when it is claimed and expressed.
  • I love the tempestuousness and swirliness of the feminine and it’s capacity to be four seasons in one day.
  • I love the multi-sensory, multi-dimensionality quality of the feminine and it’s sensitivity to the unseen realms.
  • I love the feminine relationship to work..they don’t seem to over-identify and lose themselves in it like I do.
  • I love the supple fluidity and occasionally demure quality of feminine grace.
  • I love feminine silence.
  • I love how the feminine expresses nuance, texture and variety in form and in the way it appreciates that form. The  pageantry and celebration and costume changes for their own sake.
  • I love how patient and wise the feminine is in opening my own inner aperture and landscape to what is possible.

Most of all I love the divine feminine for the ways it entices, cajoles, eludes, dances, shines, attracts, confronts, and rests in life as life and draws all to her and from her, with an in the bones acceptance and poise.

So to all the women out there, Happy Mothers Day, whether you have birthed a biped this lifetime or not.

See the related post: My Fear of Being Veer: Reflections on the New Masculinity.

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