On the antiquated subway car that day, Andy discovered that his ears were perfect. Oh but there had been a time when they were not. Kids can be cruel after all. Growing up in St. Joseph, Missouri, Andy was a normal boy except for one thing...
I’ve been writing this blog in my head for several days now. The title and first sentence changes but the outcome is always the same. I’ve entitled this: I wanted the outcome to be different I can still taste him on my lips It...
I don’t think I’m special. In fact, I’m sure that I’m not. This story started a long time ago when I wasn’t capable of tying my shoelaces – and maybe even before that. I looked up to the people around me, as did you, and...
I was in my mid 40s when I created ShyaWork. At the time, I promoted it as a “neuromuscular pain relief technique.” Actually, ShyaWork was a profound, hands-on approach to being in the moment. Back then, most people were attempting to get rid of pain through...
An Excerpt from Working on Yourself Doesn’t Work The Three Simple Ideas that will Instantaneously Transform Your Life By Ariel & Shya Kane In 1982, when the two of us were on our third date, there was a dramatic incident in which we had a firsthand experience that...
I had a dream the other night. It was one of those annoying dreams where I had a performance to give and I wasn't prepared – I didn't know a song or have a monologue memorized. You know the type. We were sitting in a dark...
Shortly before the car accident that our friends were in that could potentially have ended several lives, one passenger in back seat had the passing thought, "I wish I was in the driver's seat," but he didn't pay attention to his intuition. Another back seat...
Have you ever considered that if you are having difficulty relaxing it may be connected to, well, being connected? On a recent trip we left our iPhones on “Airplane” mode because we were traveling to an area with no phone connectivity and no internet. This allowed...
On a Living Made Easy Zoom seminar with Ariel and Shya Kane one Saturday, I was mustering the courage to speak. I was eager to tell a story about my weekend. “Err…ahhh… I’m Wendy from Queens, New York,” I finally managed to get out. Then...
When I first met Joe twelve years ago, I could tell there was something different about him. He was kind, honest, and so sure of himself. On our first date, he really listened to me, and our conversation was effortless. A few weeks later, we spent...