If you want to empty a cup, you have to pour it out.

If you want to empty a cup, you have to pour it out. If we’re going to empty our minds, we must allow our thoughts to pour out. Until nothing else is left but the quiet that is already there. Ultimately this means that we are learning to be receptive, and listening, just listening.

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Meditation is a big part of my life today. I have meditations on my phone that I use regularly. If I’m running late, which I do a lot of times in the summertime, I’ve got a meditation on my phone to help me focus on breathing.

Because how we breathe controls our levels of stress.

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one of the best tools I have for surrender is breathing

I find that one of the best tools to surrender is breathing.

Change the nature of your breathing to change the Nature of yourself.

Now I’m huge into breathing, and I’m huge into meditation what I’ve learned over the years through active involvement in 12 Step programs. We sit in our meetings, and we talk a whole lot about spiritual principles and our beliefs or lack of beliefs. And we will hear each other talk about who our higher power is and how important it is to surround ourselves with like-minded.

I remember when I first came to be apart of the 12 Step communities.

I was a smart ass teenager, and I conflicted in every arrogant way I could. With YOU Adults, with the idea of living without drugs, with the 12 steps and with “coming to believe.” It wasn’t that I was an atheist; I was more of an agnostic. I always felt there was something more than just existence. I just didn’t give much thought to it back then.

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I could not imagine having the Life I have today.

I remember what my life was like back then.

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I remember those days of not being able to function without help in liquid form. My personnel coordinator (the guy who gave me work) would often make the joke, “Red Bull before a gig, Red Dog after.” He may have been being funny, but it was a reality. I would walk into a gig with a four pack of Red Bull. As soon as the gig was over, I was looking for a six-pack. Red Dog was the best I could afford at that time.

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