Girls Garage Band

Last weekend, we had the pleasure of listening to a live performance by The Girls Garage Band. This local, Eldorado group charmed us. While they managed some great three and four part harmonies, had us tapping our feet and wriggling in our chairs, it wasn’t the music they played, or even the way they played it, that inspired us.

These women, dressed in blue jeans and black tee shirts, bespoke the true power of the feminine with grace, charisma, and generosity. Not every member of the band was equally skilled, but that didn’t matter – to them or to us. Instead, they supported each other. With bright eyes and encouraging grins, swaying hips and swinging locks, they embodied courage, warmth, joy, and love – love of themselves, their music, and each other.

Their bodies weren’t perfect, their hair was streaked with gray, and their faces were lined with experience and years, yet they were the epitome of beauty. We would go to listen to these women and the music they make over many others because they weren’t trying to be anything they are not, weren’t trying to live up to some magazine generated ideal of what a female band (or women) ought to be, weren’t worried about being judged. Instead, they were real, going for something, engaged in the process and unconcerned with the outcome. Because of it, their outcome was fabulous.

The Girls Garage Band is all about living well and not living in fear. Kudos and thanks to them for inspiring us to be ourselves, embrace our ages, and pursue our dreams.



One Door Opens… by Destiny Allison


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Yesterday, I spent an hour with a man who is trying to reinvent himself. Like many, his world collapsed with the stock market in 2008. He is sixty, talented, motivated, broke, and stuck.

As we talked, I was struck by how often he referred to himself as a dinosaur. Everything he knew how to do has been rendered obsolete by new technologies and he feels unemployable. According to him, the world has left him behind. In the course of the conversation, he later admitted that he knows what he wants to do next. For a moment, as he shared his dreams, his eyes brightened.  Then the shadow descended again. He’s afraid of taking the risk and being homeless.

This is story I hear all the time. Thinking about it, I’m realizing that the hardest part about being at a crossroads is that the hallway is dark. You have to feel your way, step by step, until you reach the next door. By the time you arrive, you’re quivering with fear and pushing that door open is scarier than staying in the darkness with which you’ve become familiar. While you’re in the dark, you hear only the voices in your head jabbering a million miles an hour as they search for a plausible reason for being in the hallway to begin with. Eventually, those voices find a shared thread and reduce themselves to a bite-sized refrain that becomes a story you can swallow. It keeps you sane for awhile. Then it gets in the way.

I’ve found that every time I justify a situation or tell myself a story that becomes an excuse, I relinquish my power to change it. When a story no longer serves its purpose, when it holds you back and keeps you in the dark, it’s time to let it go. His story was age and technology. Most recently, mine was a bad back. It took everything I had to let go of my long career as a sculptor. My entire identity was defined by what I did. Over the last year, I spent a lot of time in the dark, playing my bite-sized refrain and feeling sorry for myself.  Then, one morning, I finally understood that I am not my career. So I had to ask, “Who am I?”

The answer to that question was the beginning of Utopia. I’m creating again, just in a different medium.

Recently, Seth Godin responded to the question, “How do you get rid of the fear?” I loved his answer. He said, “Alas, this is the wrong question.

The only way to get rid of the fear is to stop doing things that might not work, to stop putting yourself out there, to stop doing work that matters.

No, the right question is, How do I dance with the fear?

Fear is not the enemy. Paralysis is the enemy.”

If your story is keeping you in the dark, keeping you paralyzed, it’s time to let it go. Only then can you begin to tell a new one.

Crossroads — by Margaret Nelson


“You shouldn’t complain about getting older, it’s a privilege denied to many.”

Someone sent me an email last year, with this quote serving as a letterhead for her correspondence that week. I’ve kept it on my desktop ever since, and have been getting a lot of mileage out of it. I’m lucky enough to have got older, and along with the visual body changes and a growing collection of minor aches and pains, I’m also aware of a few pleasant surprises that came with the territory.

Gratitude is a natural skill that we all probably have, but I finally understand that by practicing this simple mental exercise I have the power to make or break my day. We have thousands of experiences during our waking hours, most of them happening below our radar screens of attention. The ones that often end up getting our attention are the unpleasant ones, and they can suck up our precious time while discoloring our world. These can be pivotal moments, opportunities to find something in the unpleasant that turns the bad feeling around.

It’s getting easier to choose my battles these days, and to let go of the illusion that I have control over anything beyond my own actions and thoughts; I also seem to be developing the ability to discern what is truly important in my life; of equal importance is recognizing what is not.

And this year I made my best New Year’s resolution ever: I am creating annual bucket lists, instead of THE Bucket List. I’m actually getting smaller, enjoyable things done that were once relegated to the vague “someday” list, languishing in limbo while the “shoulds” ruled. Time flies whether you’re having fun or not…………