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Finding Beauty

My name is Tifany and I make art and music for discriminating ears, eyes, and minds.

I am currently have several projects, all in different stages of development – the album Southern Gothic, the family band project, a play set in space.

And one I am very excited about: my first book. A non-fiction work describing the incredible transformation I experienced when I kicked the makeup habit.

I want to help women claim their own beauty and confidence that comes with aligning body, mind, and spirit.

Yes, my journey included taking off my makeup, but it was more about being true to myself and incorporating all of the elements I have learned in a lifetime in the performing arts and applying them to my life.

Art+Life=Beauty

Join me on my continuing journey and I will share my secrets so that you too can incorporate art into your life and enjoy those exalted qualities that are the byproducts of art.

Inspiration.

Epiphany.

Beauty.

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Dirt

I wrote this song with my band Heroine (as in, female hero) in 2014.

Based in Athens, Georgia, every member of Heroine are metal musicians – sludge metal, doom metal, and melodic metal. Everyone, that is, except me. Little ole me who usually played solo acoustic music.

We collaborated for this song and it is one of my favorites for the fact that it combines these elements that alternately soar and dig down…

In the dirt.

This song also has a magical quality for me. While I was imagining my eventual death in this song and finding beauty there (may God bless me with long life and the number of my days He will fulfill), I was also, unbeknownst to me, planting a seed.

I found out I was pregnant with my beautiful baby girl while we were in the studio recording this song. The words I had written either prophetic or magnetic:

Cover me with a blanket of dirt
And one tiny seed
I’ll become one with the earth
And grow into a tree

When I sing it now, my original meaning is far eclipsed by the seed that was planted and the tall mama tree I have grown into.

Blessed be.

That is something I love about songs – their meaning changes so over the years. In that way, they become separate from me as they drift out into the universe.

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The Missing Link to Manifesting

This is a technique—if you can call it that—that I have employed with great success that fixed my missing link to manifesting. I actually didn’t do it for the manifestation aspect; I did it because I was called to do so and discovered that a by-product of this amazing power is amazing manifestations. I believe it is because the act connects us with our destiny which ignites the real power behind the Law of Attraction.

What am I talking about?? Watch the video below and find out!

Without revealing my secret from the video, I can share an amazing manifestation of late that not only answered prayers but pointed me in the direction of my destiny with such force I could not ignore.

I had cleaned out my house and closet last year when the phenomenal The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo came out. I did as suggested and only kept what I absolutely loved. I didn’t like any of my clothes. Why did I own so much black? And drab? And boring?? My closet was absolutely bare as a result. I trusted that the vacuum created would be filled quickly and I looked forward to my new wardrobe. I had no idea how it was going to happen—I wasn’t going to go shopping for it, that’s for sure—but I knew it would happen.

Cut to months later, several seasons had come and gone and I was wondering where my new wardrobe went. Did it get lost in the Manifesting Mail?? I mean, really! I only had a couple of outfits with which I was making do… I resigned myself that I was going to have to do what I hated most: go shopping. Not just for an outfit or two but for a whole new wardrobe (groan).

No, a quiet voice inside assured me, Your wardrobe is coming.

Shortly after, a neighbor knocked on my door. They were cleaning out their house and had a bunch of clothes. Did I want them? They were mostly their teenage and young adult sons’ clothes, but if I needed t-shirts for rags… Yes! I exclaimed. I needed rags badly. I had a bunch of the microtouch… I don’t know what they’re called but I absolutely hate them and I have been trying to manifest some decent cotton rags for awhile.

I went and helped him bring the clothes back to our house and it was bags and bags and bags. I suddenly had a plethora of rags and a bunch of cool tees that fit. Funny stuff like The Many Expressions of Darth Vader where Darth Vader looks the same in all of them. They fit me surprisingly well and I wondered aloud if I shouldn’t be shopping in the boys section. I decided to do some alterations so that they would fit like snug tees when my other neighbor told me she was so overwhelmed with all of her stuff and she was trying to give away her bags and bags and bags of clothes to a non-profit that refused to come get them.

Do you want them?

Yes!

Forget the tees! My other neighbor is a clotheshorse it seems with the happiest and brightest wardrobe I have ever seen! Talk about manifesting.

I now have a clothes problem. Apparently, I have inherited my neighbor’s clothes horse problem (to my delight), but here is the strange part, my message from the universe: I am overrun with tops. A couple of pairs of pants here and there… This wardrobe would be perfect for someone who did video a lot… For someone who does video a lot??

I had started making videos a while ago. I mean, I have two film degrees and at some point I decided I ought to work in the format. I lamented my lack of tops when I started because it became quickly apparent that I would wear the same (drab) tops over and over again. Gee, I thought to myself, Wouldn’t it be nice to be overrun with tops…

I don’t know if it was my lack of wardrobe or something else (like a baby) that got me off track, but I suddenly heard God as if he was yelling in my ear.

Okay, okay! Message received!

Apparently, my missing link wants me on video. I have devoted a significant amount of my life to the study of the art form. I guess it is time to get started in earnest.

Till next time..

Hearts and Stars,
Tifany

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Dream Out Loud

Proclamations are more powerful than affirming a desire by thought because it has the breath of the Life behind it to carry it forward and reflect in your world.

  1. Speak proclamations onto your loved ones and watch them blossom.
  2. Proclaim raises, rising higher in your life and extravagant blessings.
  3. Proclaim luxury.
  4. Declare triumph, victory over your adversities.
  5. Turn your failures and challenges into miracles of proclamations.
  6. Spark sumptuous creative energy that propels you forward and gives you your place in life.

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Not only did I escape a positive thinking cult in my twenties, I also swung out of the apocalypse that is the progressively liberal arts educations.

This work is based on the Christian principles of my upbringing and the very American freedom to do what I want.

 

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7 Power Questions

Tony Robbins Journal Prompts

Tony Robbins is my guru lately. I am fascinated with harnessing emotions to focus energy and change your life. The subject took hold of my head after I managed to change my world by changing my perspective on what was happening, literally I just changed how I felt and everything changed. I began asking myself empowering questions that built me up instead of dragging me down. The topic is also Robbins’ obsession and he has done A LOT of study on the subject—his entire career.

Use his Power Questions to start your day off and ignite your passion and purpose.

  1. What am I happy about in my life now? What about that makes me happy? How does that make me feel? If you’re not so happy right now, then what *could* make you happy?  How would that make you feel?
  2. What am I excited about in my life now? What about that makes me excited? How does that make me feel? If you’re not so excited about anything in your life right now, what *could* make you excited?  How would that make you feel?
  3. What am I proud about in my life now? What about that makes me proud? How does that make me feel? If you’re not so proud about anything in your life right now, what *could* make you proud?  How would that make you feel?
  4. What am I grateful about in my life now? What about that makes me grateful? How does that make me feel? If you’re not so grateful about anything in your life right now, what *could* make you grateful? How would that make you feel?
  5. What am I enjoying in my life right now? What about that do I enjoy? How does that make me feel? If you’re not enjoying anything in your life right now, what *could* you enjoy?  How would that make you feel?
  6. What am I committed to in my life right now? What about that makes me committed? How does that make me feel? If you’re not so committed to anything in your life right now, what *could* you be committed to? How would that make you feel?
  7. Who do I love? Who loves me?

Starting off your day by focusing on positives invigorates and channels your energy. Similarly, end your day with power.

The Evening Power Questions:

  1. What have I been given today? In what ways have I been a giver?
  2. What did I learn today?
  3. How has today added to the quality of my life or how can I use today as an investment in my future?
  4. Repeat the Morning Questions (optional).

from Awaken the Giant Within.

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Peppermint vs. the Migraine

Click here for Part I: Wild Orange and the Anxiety Experimentpeppermint essential oil and migraines

I am a week into my Anxiety Experiment. My results have been very interesting. Following is my log.

Day 1:

Hyper-aware of how I feel in preparation of running the stress experiment. I find myself asking over and over, Am I stressed yet? The baby cries, I decide that is enough stress to start the experiment. I warm a couple of drops of Wild Orange essential oil in the palms of my hands by rubbing them together and then inhale deeply for half a minute.

Aaah.

I rub the excess on the back of my neck and feel a slight tingling sensation. What is that? I knew that peppermint cooled the skin with a refreshing tingle…but Wild Orange? Hmm.

The baby cries again. Am I stressed? I better administer some Wild Orange, just in case. Hubs remarks of the smell when he walks through. With his myriad respiratory issues I brace for his protestation but there is none, he is only noting the aroma. If synthetic chemicals in anyway wafted up to his nose— perfume, nail polish and remover — he would flee the room and brace for an asthma attack. So far, so good.

Dinnertime approaches and the smell of Wild Oranges has faded to a whisper. I go to put on my dosage and the baby cries. I think to myself, Just in time. She wants to be held. As usual, she needs cuddling at the very moment when holding her would be impossible if I wanted to still get dinner on the table in time for bath and bedtime. I wish the baby sling would fit on the back instead of the front — I could cook dinner and carry her around like a backpack. I haven’t used the thing since she was a baby.

I try it anyways—I put the baby in the sling on my back knowing that it won’t work, but it works!! Why didn’t I try this before?

Usually, the toddler and I would have acted at cross purposes for the entire making of dinner. A willingness to try something new seems very different from my normal routine of tense up and stress out. I wonder if the wild orange applications from earlier have relaxed me so that I am calmer and more free to think clearly rather than get upset and stay in reaction mode.

With the baby in the sling, I administer my dose of wild orange — just in case — and cook dinner.

I am not a multi-tasker by nature—the hard deadlines of cooking stress me out. I cook dinner with my usual flubs—forget to start the bacon first, don’t start the wontons on time, completely forget the egg rolls—however I am unconcerned. Instead of the baby crying and tugging on my pant leg, she is swinging on my back, happily watching the events as they pass. When I flub up, instead of muttering under my breath, I feel a tingle on my neck from the Wild Orange oil. I have a narrowed focus on my task and dinner is ready more quickly. Hubs is talking about being 100% ON BOARD WITH THE ESSENTIAL OILS before dinner even hits the table… so, that is a recommendation. I eat dinner in wonder while simultaneously scratching my head why every day isn’t this easy. Bath is a breeze, bedtime and out.

So yesterday I was a dinnertime stressball, and today I am transformed into boss mom. Did I mention my voice dropped 20 decibels as the day progressed?

What is this stuff?

Day 2:

I wake up, grateful that I have discovered my anxiety problem AFTER I figure out how to solve it. I am feeling invincible when the worst case scenario happens as if on cue: MIGRAINE.

Yes, the mother of all headaches and an affliction I have suffered with for the last twenty years. Not only a headache, my migraines are accompanied by pain and tension in my muscles stretching along the right side of my body from my little toe to my jaw where it bursts into flames on the right side of my head.

It hasn’t blown up yet, but my body is displaying all of the symptoms and I know that the Wild Orange is not going to be enough for this. I do some research on the other little sample bottle of essential oil that I have been provided for the study: Peppermint Essential Oil. Hallelujah—it treats headaches and migraines. Not just headaches, but headaches AND migraines. I look at my little bottle and wonder if I have enough. I am skeptical. Even the heavy duty drugs from the MD barely touch my pain. A $75 pill gives me 4 hours of relief and then it comes back and rolls over me like a freight train. I gave up taking medication early on when I realized this and that a lifetime of imitrex or whatever else the snake oil salesmen were peddling the doctors were prescribing would kill my liver thirty years too early.

I rub the Peppermint Essential Oil together in my hands, warming it up, and inhale for 30 seconds. The natural menthol of the peppermint potently opens up my sinuses and passageways. I rub the cooling oil on my neck and the tingling also slightly numbs the area. My neck relaxes noticeably — the place where all of the pain in my body and head meet — and I continue to apply throughout the day (maybe 3 times total?) and watch in disbelief as my migraine fades away. I still feel the tension throughout my normal tension spots and I wish I have enough of the stuff to bathe in it. What would happen if I put it on my sore shoulder? Or the tight hamstring? My sore toe?

Now the question arises, after two rather miraculous days with the stuff:

Why haven’t I tried this before??

Me—the person who doesn’t believe in medical solutions for daily problems while I watch everyone around me get on the essential oil bandwagon and poo poo their results?

A friend’s husband stops a gout attack where his medications only diffuse it. Everywhere, people are sleeping where there was only insomnia before. My own pediatrician recommends it and yet I think it can’t be powerful enough to touch the pharmaceutical stuff?? But I don’t even believe in the pharmaceutical stuff!!

Day 3:

Wasps have started building a nest in my daughter’s playhouse. Hubs suggests a cotton ball with a couple drops of peppermint oil and they scatter and haven’t been back since.

Day 4:

I make a natural hair serum out of castor oil and essential oils that tames my frizz. I have paid so much money for the same over the counter stuff that has never worked. Have we as a society been hoodwinked? How perniciously tied together is the medical-industrial-pharmaceutical-cosmetic industry??

Day 5:

I wonder if this is the stuff of magical spells and why witches were burned at the stake. Making Aromatic Clay necklaces for essential oil scented jewelry and to ward off evil spirits.

Day 6:

Ordering a boatload of peppermint and wild orange. And bergamot. And lemon, jasmine, ylang ylang. I can’t forget about Frankincense. Why don’t I just order the whole kit?