having faith in facebook: the angel story i’ve got to share!

Angels all around...check out the proof. (via livlane.com)

Around here lately, the angels have been working overtime. So awesome! I know lots of people believe in angels, but not everyone trusts they’re waiting in the wings to help them.

I hate that. I want to change that.

I have been aware of angels swirling around me all my life, but one thing they’ve made very clear over the years is that it’s their honor, their joy, their mission to help ANYONE who asks. One of the reasons I started Project Light Year was to create a year-long opportunity for open-minded, open-hearted women to feel less alone – totally supported as they invite more meaning and magic into their lives.

And oh my gosh, it’s working!!

Each month we focus on a new topic (pssst! you can still sign up through this weekend & catch up!). First, we focused on the power of intention and right now, we’re flying with the angels – connecting with those celesital beings who have been seen and celebrated in nearly every culture and spiritual tradition since the beginning of time.

I cannot even explain how awesome it’s been to witness all the magic happening here. 

white feather = angels in your midst (say hello!)There are so many aha moments, energy shifts, and signs from the the universe being shared by participants. In our private forum, for instance, sooooo many have posted photos of white feathers suddenly showing up in their paths over the past couple of weeks (no down pillows in sight). Hello, angels!

I’ve been so tickled by the ways the angels have stepped up their game with me. too. Even though I know they’re around, sometimes it just makes my heart flutter to feel or see tangible evidence of their presence. And over the past few years, I’ve noticed a pattern: when I share info about angels with others, the angels do something cool to let me know they’re thrilled.

This month? The angels have started following me on Facebook. 

It takes no special talent or super power to talk to your angels. They're always listening. (via livlane.com)A few days ago, I was excited for some upcoming interviews with Project Light Year contributors about their knowledge of and experiences with angels. I decided to share my excitement via a quick post on my Facebook page and added the image on the right, which was originally part of a blog post from last summer about angels. I posted the photo to Facebook with a brief message, hoping it would reach the people who needed it that day. But when I returned to the page just 20 minutes later, my jaw dropped. The post had already been shared 100 times!

(Now, this calls for a little Facebook footnote: anyone who runs a Facebook page for their business can see how many people have viewed their posts. When someone who follows my page likes a post and shares it, it then appears on their personal Facebook page. If their friends like it, they might share it again…to their pages. Each time that happens, more people see a post and the number of “views” increases. Got it? Cool.)

With around 1300 followers, most of my Facebook posts garner 200-800 views. I think the biggest number I’d reached before this month, thanks to a few folks sharing the posts, was a few thousand. But 100 shares in 20 minutes?! As soon as I saw that, I knew the angels were responsible for guiding so many people to that post. By the end of the day, more than 300 people had shared it and over 16,000 people had seen it.

High five! I figured it was a one-time publicity push from the heavens above – but I was wrong. 

I’ve posted plenty of other nice things (though none about angels) on my page over the past week, and all have received a typical and sweet response – a few dozen “likes,” a couple of shares, a few comments. Love engaging with my peeps over there! But yesterday, I swear the angels swooped in again. 

I believe in magic and miracles...and you.I decided to share the new design for my I Believe greeting card. It celebrates having faith in the things we can’t see, including angels. I posted it on Facebook, and hours later my jaw dropped again. Even more people had shared this post than the previous angel-related one. The last time I checked this morning, it had been shared 730 times with over 35,000 views.

OH. MY. HEAVENS. 

I’ve done a lot of research on Facebook marketing over the years (there’s a whole science to generating more page likes and it’s pretty nauseating). But the so-called social media gurus have nothing on the soulful media gurus waiting in the wings; angels thrilled to help, especially when it comes to sharing their light and helping anyone feel less alone.

Think about it: if the angels have time to share pretty pictures on Facebook, they surely have time to help you, too. Just trust. Just ask. And when you feel them around you, tell somebody. Because when we spread the love and share the light, magic happens.

*****

Note: Registration for Project Light Year ends this Sunday, Feb 23rd. You can still catch up on content we’ve covered and join our amazing community; we’d love to have you (and the angels would too!).

Mix It Up A Bit ~ 01.27.11

(new in the shop: i’m a mix tape)
I wish I could hit “rewind” and tell my younger self to save all the mix tapes I created in the 80s and early 90s. I bet they’d be so fun to listen to now, especially since my musical interests were all over the map. 
Don’t judge, but I’m pretty sure those old tapes would have included tracks from the Indigo Girls, Tori Amos, Bon Jovi, Richard Marx, The Eagles, Dolly Parton, Linda Rondstadt, Bobby Brown, New Edition, Bette Midler, Tracy Chapman, Nelson, Joan Jett, Enya and Skid Row. Eclectic enough for you?
I know hearing any of the songs that were on those mix tapes would catapult me back to another time and place. It’s amazing to me how music can imprint a moment on my heart and hold it there forever. When I hear Kool & The Gang’s “Cherish,” I can feel myself sitting at the piano in my parents’ bedroom (the only place in our house it would fit!), playing the song for my grandparents over the phone. When I hear “Waiting for a Star to Fall” by Boy Meets Girl, I’m instantly sitting in the passenger seat of my dad’s car, daydreaming about my latest crush, before being dropped off at my friend Mary’s house. If I hear Kylie Minogue’s version of “Locomotion,” I can feel myself in a conga line, weaving through the junior high cafeteria during an after-school dance. 
Music is such a powerful connector and influence, present in our lives even when we’re not fully aware of it. Do you have memories from years gone by that come to mind when you hear a certain song? Would your mix tape have included any musicians more embarrassing than the ones on my list? I seriously doubt it…but try me! ;o) 
P.S. I hope kids everywhere are playing this song over and over on their iPods. It’s new from Pink; whenever I hear it on the radio, I get a little choked up. 

Mix It Up A Bit ~ 01.27.11

(new in the shop: i’m a mix tape)
I wish I could hit “rewind” and tell my younger self to save all the mix tapes I created in the 80s and early 90s. I bet they’d be so fun to listen to now, especially since my musical interests were all over the map. 
Don’t judge, but I’m pretty sure those old tapes would have included tracks from the Indigo Girls, Tori Amos, Bon Jovi, Richard Marx, The Eagles, Dolly Parton, Linda Rondstadt, Bobby Brown, New Edition, Bette Midler, Tracy Chapman, Nelson, Joan Jett, Enya and Skid Row. Eclectic enough for you?
I know hearing any of the songs that were on those mix tapes would catapult me back to another time and place. It’s amazing to me how music can imprint a moment on my heart and hold it there forever. When I hear Kool & The Gang’s “Cherish,” I can feel myself sitting at the piano in my parents’ bedroom (the only place in our house it would fit!), playing the song for my grandparents over the phone. When I hear “Waiting for a Star to Fall” by Boy Meets Girl, I’m instantly sitting in the passenger seat of my dad’s car, daydreaming about my latest crush, before being dropped off at my friend Mary’s house. If I hear Kylie Minogue’s version of “Locomotion,” I can feel myself in a conga line, weaving through the junior high cafeteria during an after-school dance. 
Music is such a powerful connector and influence, present in our lives even when we’re not fully aware of it. Do you have memories from years gone by that come to mind when you hear a certain song? Would your mix tape have included any musicians more embarrassing than the ones on my list? I seriously doubt it…but try me! ;o) 
P.S. I hope kids everywhere are playing this song over and over on their iPods. It’s new from Pink; whenever I hear it on the radio, I get a little choked up. 

My Favorite Word ~ 01.25.11

I’d like to introduce you to my very favorite word in all the land. 


believe


For me, believe represents a deep, intuitive knowing that we are surrounded by magic and miracles – orchestrated daily by a higher power who is kind and loving and incredibly detail-oriented. 


I think the word believe gives us permission to trust there’s more than meets the eye, even if it can’t be proven. Even if scientists can’t get their hands on any angels. Even if researchers say no one on the Other Side will answer their calls. Even if gloom-and-doom skeptics keep saying nothing is sacred, nothing is miraculous. 


To believe is to honor those invisible forces, to trust the unknown and to follow your heart.  


AND – holy moly! I have no idea how I have not noticed this before, but I just realized believe sounds the same as Be Liv. Well, no wonder it’s my fave! 


Now I really really want to know yours! What’s the most beautiful word according to you?




(p.s. believe magnet above is here)

My Favorite Word ~ 01.25.11

I’d like to introduce you to my very favorite word in all the land. 


believe


For me, believe represents a deep, intuitive knowing that we are surrounded by magic and miracles – orchestrated daily by a higher power who is kind and loving and incredibly detail-oriented. 


I think the word believe gives us permission to trust there’s more than meets the eye, even if it can’t be proven. Even if scientists can’t get their hands on any angels. Even if researchers say no one on the Other Side will answer their calls. Even if gloom-and-doom skeptics keep saying nothing is sacred, nothing is miraculous. 


To believe is to honor those invisible forces, to trust the unknown and to follow your heart.  


AND – holy moly! I have no idea how I have not noticed this before, but I just realized believe sounds the same as Be Liv. Well, no wonder it’s my fave! 


Now I really really want to know yours! What’s the most beautiful word according to you?




(p.s. believe magnet above is here)

11.04.10: Choosing To Read The Signs

I think this street sign may actually be a real sign. 
Like a “hi-Liv-we-hear-you” sign from the powers that be.
I get ’em all the time and it never gets old; always gives me chills.
So, here’s the deal.
My parents came over for Halloween. We were talking about how my book is coming along
and my dad asked who’s going to write the foreword.
“Wayne Dyer,” I quickly answered.
“Wow! Really?”
“Well, yes,” I muttered. “But he doesn’t know it yet.”
Ever since I wrote my book proposal in late 2007, I’ve imagined Wayne W. Dyer (superstar inspirational speaker and author) writing the foreword. In the drafts of my manuscript, I even included his picture on the blank foreword page. I find that when I clearly set my intention and envision the way reaching that goal will feel one day, things materialize and manifest in amazing ways. So, I put Wayne Dyer in my manuscript. 
Fast forward to yesterday. I had dropped off my seven year old at his hip hop dance class and had a few minutes to run errands and explore the neighborhood. I got coffee. Stopped at the gas station. Checked my phone for email and saw that there was a note from my editor. I drove off to explore the neighborhood near the dance studio, thinking all the while about my book. 
Thoughts of a foreword by Wayne Dyer popped into my head again along with lots of questions: will he like my book? how will I get it to him? what should I write in my note to him? And then this (street) sign appeared out of nowhere. I was in unknown territory, rolling through a neighborhood I didn’t know, when I saw the sign. I slammed on my brakes, turned right around and snapped a picture of our two last names on one sign: Dyer and Lane. 
It was a great reminder that there are forces so much greater than me, orchestrating what happens next and then what happens after that and after that and after that. Maybe that street sign was a little love note from the universe, telling me it has my back and everything will work out in whatever way it’s meant to be. I mean, maybe Wayne Dyer won’t even write the foreword. But I’m pretty sure he will. Like I said before, he just doesn’t know it yet. 

11.04.10: Choosing To Read The Signs

I think this street sign may actually be a real sign. 
Like a “hi-Liv-we-hear-you” sign from the powers that be.
I get ’em all the time and it never gets old; always gives me chills.
So, here’s the deal.
My parents came over for Halloween. We were talking about how my book is coming along
and my dad asked who’s going to write the foreword.
“Wayne Dyer,” I quickly answered.
“Wow! Really?”
“Well, yes,” I muttered. “But he doesn’t know it yet.”
Ever since I wrote my book proposal in late 2007, I’ve imagined Wayne W. Dyer (superstar inspirational speaker and author) writing the foreword. In the drafts of my manuscript, I even included his picture on the blank foreword page. I find that when I clearly set my intention and envision the way reaching that goal will feel one day, things materialize and manifest in amazing ways. So, I put Wayne Dyer in my manuscript. 
Fast forward to yesterday. I had dropped off my seven year old at his hip hop dance class and had a few minutes to run errands and explore the neighborhood. I got coffee. Stopped at the gas station. Checked my phone for email and saw that there was a note from my editor. I drove off to explore the neighborhood near the dance studio, thinking all the while about my book. 
Thoughts of a foreword by Wayne Dyer popped into my head again along with lots of questions: will he like my book? how will I get it to him? what should I write in my note to him? And then this (street) sign appeared out of nowhere. I was in unknown territory, rolling through a neighborhood I didn’t know, when I saw the sign. I slammed on my brakes, turned right around and snapped a picture of our two last names on one sign: Dyer and Lane. 
It was a great reminder that there are forces so much greater than me, orchestrating what happens next and then what happens after that and after that and after that. Maybe that street sign was a little love note from the universe, telling me it has my back and everything will work out in whatever way it’s meant to be. I mean, maybe Wayne Dyer won’t even write the foreword. But I’m pretty sure he will. Like I said before, he just doesn’t know it yet.