Speaking Truthfully

The True Source of Safety

As an infant and toddler, we learn that our safety lies in submission, obedience, and compliance. We hardly have any personal capacity to keep ourself safe, other than through these strategies. So, we learn that it is often better by far to hide our truth. We do that so well, we forget there is such a thing. Thus is the origin of sadness and self-doubt, confusion and weakness.

Robert Rabbin

Robert Rabbin

Later, when we have learned how to enter into the heart of our deep being, we discover that we now have unfettered access to unlimited shakti, the creative power of Existence. Now, our safety lies in telling the truth. In fact, more than our safety depends upon this telling the truth from the center of our deep being: our integrity, our authenticity, our beauty, our genius, our love — oh, fuck it: Telling the truth means showing who we are 24/7 in vivid colors. And “who we are” is vast, gigantic, hysterically free and wildly inventive and sassy and — oh fuck it: JUST ROCK ON WITH WHO YOU ARE!

The true source of our safety is here: in our own deep, profound, shakti-rich, magnificent, genuine, powerful being. Here, we are invincible. Here, in our utter openness, transparency, vulnerability, and honesty. Here, we are safe; nothing can hurt us. And because we are safe, we can afford to risk. Risk what? Our truth, our tender heart, our expansive soul, our infinite creativity. Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Our love for all of Existence. Our caring an kindness, our affection and friendliness. For our own self. For all our brothers and sisters. For all of life. Because we are safe, we are free.

It makes me cry to see how close we are to freedom and glory. And, yet, how many of us know this? How many of us set ourselves free?

Women: Roar Without Apology

Today, I told one of my female public speaking students, “Roar without apology.” I’ve worked with hundreds of women over the years, most of them in the context of public speaking, or authentic self-expression as I prefer to call it. If I had to offer a single piece of advice to all of them, and to all women, if I had to encourage them in the singular direction of their freedom from the tyranny of self-suppression, away from subordination of all kinds and towards their innate wildness and magnificence, it would be this: Roar without apology.

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The way I see things, women and men are not equal. Women have a power no man can ever attain. We do not have it. We cannot get it. It is the power of creation itself. But somewhere along the line, women have become afraid of their power. If they show it, they apologize for it. I say, roar without apology.

Female fierceness is not violent or destructive, not when allowed to roam free. Wild, yes. Unpredictable, yes. Dangerous, yes. Ecstatically primal, yes. Scarily intuitive, yes. And more. Yes. The future of Existence is in your womb. Roar without apology. That is how it is supposed to be. Don’t worry about the men. They’ll figure it out. They’ll be okay.

Weird Failures

For years, I’ve been in love with this poem by Kabir, the 15th century Indian poet-saint:

We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves birds and animals and the ants — perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in your mother’s womb. Is it logical you would be walking around entirely orphaned now? The truth is you turned away yourself, and decided to go into the dark alone. Now you are tangled up in others and have forgotten what you once knew, and that’s why everything you do has some weird failure in it.

Some weird failure. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, which I wore for years. Not because I’d forgotten what I once knew, but because I stopped saying what I knew, and know, and could never forget because it is who I am, beneath the protective shields, down in the deep core, all molten and ready to explode!

Why I love Speaking Truthfully masterclasses.

Among the many great joys I experience in my work is watching people open, expand, and express. I love this. I watch them find their voice, and learn how to self-generate portable safety which gives them the courage and confidence to express what they have never expressed. I watch and listen as people in master classes or private sessions face down their particular taboos against speaking up and standing out, push back the bullies of their past with power and self-ownership, and grant their secret dreams and visions the life-force they need in order to come into the world and be seen and heard and felt. I love watching people free themselves from fear and confusion about who they are and what they want to say, giving birth to the freedom-loving, tender-hearted rampaging animal they were meant to be.

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Maybe because I have spent most of my life learning to do the same, I love watching people find and own their voice and bless themselves and others with the gift of their truth, their authenticity, their heart, their joy, their creativity. I love seeing the light in their eyes glow brighter, their posture grow taller, their confidence in their own being register “off the chart.” I love seeing the authentic connection — to self and others — that blossoms, the vulnerability, the transparency, the sheer fearless openness.

C’mon! Really?

I wonder how many times during this eventful year you thought, said, or even yelled something like this:

C’mon! Really? Is That True? Are You For Real?

Maybe your incredulity was even spiced with some F-bombs or other favorite words of emphasis!

Yes, this is the year where we learned that it is very difficult to know what — and who — to believe. Sure, the low hanging fruit on this tree would be the explosion of “fake news” stories on social media, the rabid, toxic rants of ideologues, the deceptive and manipulative narratives of many politicians and corporate executives, the premature ejaculations of news pundits, — OK, you know what I’m talking about. But, with the exception of a few notable branches, the entire tree of public discourse has become depressingly unbelievable.

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Here is an all-time memorable line from the 1976 movie Network, spoken by Peter Finch as the character Howard Beale: “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!”

Sadly, I do not have sufficient super powers to send an energetic wave of transformation out into the world, such that — POOF and PRESTO — accuracy, believability, transparency, honesty, and dignity — would instantly sprout in the minds and hearts of all people. But, I can lead the charge, and I can speak for this, and I can stand for this, and I can embody this.

Which is what I do through Speaking Truthfully. It’s a kind of crusade for me, being a crusading, mission-driven kind of guy.

How about it? How about if we decide and dedicate ourselves to this crusade? A crusade that is about embodying and exemplifying truthful speaking, about seeding the world with actual and accurate information, about showing up in the world without pretense or hype, about using our words to educate and elevate, to illuminate and inspire, to unify and heal — rather than to demonize and marginalize, obscure and confuse, oppress and intimidate.

Truthful speaking: believable, accurate, honest, soulful, heartfelt, non-dogmatic, kind, healing, uplifting, encouraging, unifying … .

Speaking Truthfully. My mission and crusade. My promise. My hope.

Love to all.

Conversations on the High Wire

“Life is walking the high wire with no net;

everything else is just waiting around.”

— Karl Wallenda

Karl Wallenda

Someone recently asked me what my “Conversations on the High Wire” are all about. How are they different from other talks I give, from “The 5 Principles of Authentic Living,” for example, or from “Speaking Truthfully”? Simply this: “Conversations on the High Wire” has absolutely no predetermined content, as do my other talks, which deal with specific content. Though, truth be told, everything I do has an element of improvisation to it. But “Conversations on the High Wire” are off the rails! And “Conversations” are just that: intimate, honest conversations rather than presentations with questions. We create conversations together. My role is facilitate questioning and exploration, to encourage all who are present to dive deeper into the depths of our being, to let go of impediments and certainties and unexamined assumptions, beliefs, and prior decisions. We are not looking to find freedom in dogma, but in freedom itself. If there is an aim in these Conversations, it is just that: freedom.

Here’s the backstory:

This moment when I am supposed to begin talking is always very exciting for me, exciting in an unpredictable way because I never know exactly what I’m going to say. In the same way that you are waiting to see what I might say, so am I. I do not have a rehearsed talk. I have not come with an outline of talking points. I come with an openness to discover the truth of this moment. I do not want to blind myself to the beauty and depth of this instant, of meeting you for the first time, of being used by this time and place, I do not want to blind myself to all of this by hiding behind something prepared, something remembered, something from yesterday. Yesterday is dead. It is gone. Where is the vitality in yesterday? Where is the life in yesterday? Nowhere. It is only here, in this moment, and meeting it with openness and wonder and readiness, with curiosity and awareness, with the spirit of exploration and discovery.

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It feels to me that I’m on the roof of a building and I have to go across a thin wire to another building, 50 feet away. The ground is 50 stories below. I have to go across this tightrope, fully exposed. I can feel my attention become so focused on the moment and the movement of this moment as I am about to step from the roof onto the wire. I can’t possibly think of anything, remember anything … my attention is too riveted on this moment, sensing any sway in the wire, sensing any breeze, feeling my body, entering fully this moment, with full alertness and responsiveness. I can’t even remember myself in this moment. If I stop to think of myself, to remember myself, I will certainly fall. That’s how it feels when I begin a talk; it is a gathering of alertness and attention, gathering it from where it may have wandered, into some thought stream or reverie, into some ancient past where the myths of myself are stored, or into an imaginary future, where projections of fantasies are already writing new myths.

Through this alertness, what is always present, a background of awareness, comes alive, because there is no thought, there is no projection of memory, no anticipation, there is no habitual self to get in the way, to obscure that clear awareness. None of those things can sustain themselves in that alertness. You become a part of each moment. There is no separation or difference between oneself and the breeze and the wire and the height and the distance. You simply participate in that total moment. Everything happens together, in unison; one thing does not stand away from other things, thinking independently, acting independently.

Actually it’s not like this just when I give talks, it’s how I experience my life. The complete attention to this precise moment allows only this moment to be real. Thoughts about this moment cannot interfere in the moment, because the attention is too alert to be distracted by thoughts. When one is completely present, then the focusing dissolves, the effort to pay attention is dissolved and there is just this moment in which we are fully participating; we are used by the totality of this moment, which includes what is beyond our sight and touch.

In a way, we are bound by the requirements of each moment. We actually are never free of that bondage, we are bound to the precision and intelligence and demands of the moment, regardless of what we might think, regardless of what we might feel, regardless of what we might anticipate, expect, hope, regret—it doesn’t matter. Through that bondage to the present we experience freedom.

That is a good kind of bondage, the one that does not allow us to leave the purity of this instant. If we do, we will fall from the wire. In the moment, all you hear is your acrobat’s slipper shuffling over the wire, moving, moving, carefully, exquisitely.

 Focusing allows the awareness, which is always present, to reveal itself. We are not creating some kind of magical state that doesn’t already exist by focusing our attention on the wire. Of course, I am speaking metaphorically when I talk about the wire. But this focusing is the essence of meditation. In my dictionary, I define meditation as dis-identification with conceptual thinking. Anytime we bring our full attention to something — whether it is externally focused, like cutting vegetables, or internally focused, like reciting a mantra — we take our attention off of our thoughts. As we do this, awareness emerges, and that awareness links us to the present.

Having said that, we can see that the waning of that attention and the feeling of distance from the awareness of the moment is thought itself. Not so much thought, but identification with thought. When we notice this, we simply focus our attention elsewhere, away from thought, on a single thing, like the metaphorical wire we are walking across.

The focusing, which we can call meditation, is something I practiced for a long time. It leads one into the present in which no focus is required, because there is only the present, there isn’t anything to focus on. Then, the “focus” is self-sustaining in that space of clear awareness. During the practice part of it, the focus is very difficult to maintain. It certainly does wax and wane. But one comes to realize what interferes with the focus, what causes one to fall from the wire time and time again: It is following thoughts. They are what will take the focus from the present, they are what will cause you to slip and fall. After enough practice, one just isn’t pushed by the thoughts off the wire, one’s focus is not interrupted because the attention is on the space in which thoughts arise and subside, the place of awareness, the place of Silence.

On the wire, the consequence of leaning to the left because a thought leans to the left, or of leaning to the right because an emotion leans to the right is disastrous. So, we don’t follow thoughts, and we soon discover that awareness cannot be disturbed by thoughts and emotions. And then you realize that clear awareness is the present. In that present, thoughts come up, emotions come up, but they don’t have the power to push you off the wire of present attention and focus. Being present isn’t being present in a conceptual way. Being present doesn’t even mean to be alert with our senses. Being present means to live in the interval between thoughts, in that timelessness. That is where the present is. It is not a conceptual present; it is not an idea. It is the nature of how things are.

And because it is how things are, it is really no big deal.

“Conversations on the High Wire” are spontaneous, free-wheeling adventures in authentic living, loving, and speaking.

Confessions of a Quadruple Addict

Hi. My name is Robert. I am an addict; in fact, a quadruple addict. No, I’m not in recovery. I am an active addict. I cannot be helped. Or, will not. You decide.

Alcohol? No. Drugs? No. Food? No. Exercise? Uh, if you could see me, you’d know that’s a no. Sex? I wish, but no. Then what?

OK. I’ll tell you. But please don’t judge me. I’m not made of wood, and my feelings are as tender as anyone’s.

Actually, I’m addicted to four things. I’ve been mainlining two since I was 11 years old. The others date back at least three decades. See? There isn’t a Step program in the world with enough steps to help me. These addictions are who I’ve become. Take them away, and I perish. There is no recovery for me. As I said. My name is Robert. I am an addict.

The first addiction is a twin-headed question, which became the raison d’être of my early life: Who am I? and How shall I live? I started shooting this up at 11 years of age. These questions sucked me into the rabbit hole of spiritual seeking, of mindfulness and self-awareness, of the distinction between the thoughtstream and awareness. I took nothing for granted. I questioned everything. The second addiction grew out of the first. In a word: authenticity — being real, genuine, unconditioned — and living a life that expressed that. Which of course meant finding that authenticity within myself, which meant digging, digging, digging. Which I’ve done for more than fifty years. Every day. Yes, sure; some days I just sat with a shovel and didn’t actually dig, but I had digging for inner truth on my mind. Ask people who know me. They’ll testify to this. To sum up: the first two addictions are the realization of inner truth (Who am I?) and the expression of that truth (How shall I live?) in each moment of living.

Then came the late-blooming addictions. I got a taste of those around 1985, after I left the ashram I had lived in for more than 10 years, part of my digging ritual. Shortly after that first taste, I became a full-blown crackhead. Public speaking and improvisation. I don’t know why, but the first time I stood up in front of others to speak — and I don’t even remember when that was — I came so alive I almost died! No, not alive with chemicals in the brain, but surges of shakti, primordial creative power, flooding every cell of my being, physical and nonphysical. Karl Wallenda, the patriarch of The Flying Wallendas, a world-renowned circus family known for performing high wire acts without a safety net, once said, “Life is on the wire, the rest is just waiting.” For me, life is in front of a room, the rest is just waiting. That’s just the way it is. With a caveat.

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Front of the room as a high wire with no net, without a script, without rehearsal, without cue cards. High wire, no net is another way of saying improvisation, my fourth addiction. Think about it: high wire, no freaking net! It takes skill, courage, confidence, presence, awareness, and total commitment.  Nothing to keep you alive but who you are, then and there, in that place and time. Then and there. Nothing rehearsed, prepared, done before, said before. Yes, sure, you may have a certain skill set embedded in you, but that in and of itself is not enough. You’ve got to be utterly and desperately alive and present, in touch with the deepest part of yourself and your surroundings. It’s hard. It’s dangerous. Being truly present is to be improvisational and spontaneous, lustily lip-locked with the creative powers at the center of your life and of all life. Even the master, Karl, plunged from that wire to his death in 1978, at age 73, attempting a walk between the two towers of the ten-story Condado Plaza Hotel in San Juan, Puerto Rico, on a wire stretched 121 feet above the pavement.

I’ve had a few gurus along the way, people who either exemplified my four addictions or helped me open wider to embrace them more fully. Swami Muktananda and the kundalini shakti he awakened and aroused and set free in me. Philippe Petit, a young Frenchman who, on August 7th, 1974, stepped out on a wire rigged between the New York World Trade Center’s twin towers. After dancing for nearly an hour on the wire, he was arrested, taken for psychological evaluation, and brought to jail before he was finally released.

Philippe Petit

Various stand-up comics and poets and writers and artists and activists. People of daring and courage, explorers and innovators and inventors. People whose lives are unprecedented. Originals. Oh yes, stage 4 lung cancer. That certainly was, and is, a teacher, a liberator, a destroyer of time and taboos.

Over the years, my four addictions cohabited in me. They were friendly to each other, but not fully committed; often they’d go their separate ways. Until 2005. I was living in Melbourne, Australia. A woman, Mary, came up to me after a two-day meditative inquiry workshop I led. She was impressed with my style of speaking, so she said. She asked me if I could teach her to speak the way I did. I asked her for more specifics. She gave them to me. I asked for a few days to see if I could deconstruct my speaking style, so that I could teach it.

A week later, I spent the day with her in a makeshift coaching session. I had made a few notes about how I spoke, specifically targeting the things she had noticed and appreciated. A few days later, she called to say that she had gathered a group of her friends who wanted the same coaching. I offered them a one-day workshop, with a two-page workbook of exercises. At the end of the day, they asked if I would come back the next day. I did. I improvised. I made stuff up. I learned about my speaking style as I spoke — by noticing how I did what I did, and why, and to what effect. I noticed that all four of my addictions were present in my speaking style. In order to teach Mary how to speak the way I did, I had to become keenly conscious of how I spoke, I had to become consciously competent. The result of my effort to understand my speaking style rather than just taking it for granted was that my four addictions fell in love and got married. It was a wild affair, to be sure!

They became a happy family, they integrated themselves and became one thing, one giant addiction. They became what I call Speaking Truthfully. It’s a style of public speaking that is based on awareness, authenticity, and being fully present; of courage, confidence, and connection, of truth telling with no net — that is, with no hiding, no pretense or defense, no deception or manipulation. No false persona projected. Speaking Truthfully is to speak from that true place within us. Call it heart or soul, call it what you want. It is the place our digging takes us to, the place of true believability, the place beneath conformity and convention, beneath impoverished self-images and suppressive beliefs and forbidding taboos. The place of freedom. No, not recklessness, but freedom, fully informed with the beauty of Nature herself, of life, of creation.

The tag line of Speaking Truthfully is: YOU are the message.

That “you” has got to be real, visible, undefended, unafraid, vulnerable. In this style of speaking, the aim is not to transmit information and influence people with techniques and gimmicks; it is to reveal the truth of who you are and impact people with your authenticity. Giving out information comes after establishing this ground of truth, sincerity, and authenticity. There is a great opportunity when people come together, and it is just that. To come together, to be together, to connect. In today’s world, technology so often isolates us. Our busy schedules mean that we often connect on a drive-through way, as if we were fast foods to each other. No, connecting on Facebook is not connecting in real time, face to face, eyes to eyes, heart to heart. In real time. There is an opportunity far greater than giving out information when we come together. It is to show and share our humanity, our character, our inner sense of truth and purpose, our sense of belonging to the human family, to the living world. It is communal, tribal, sacred.

The actor James Cagney was once asked by a novice actor for any wisdom he could impart. Cagney summed up his acting wisdom with this: “You walk in the room, plant your feet, look the other actor in the eyes, and tell the truth.” Speaking Truthfully is just that: walk in the room, plant your feet, look people in the eyes, and tell the truth. Whether you’re speaking to three people or 1,000. Easier said than done, but worth learning how to do just that.

For the next five years, throughout Australia, I offered this work in classes and personal mentoring sessions. I developed two workbooks of 30 pages each; one for delivery and one for content creation. I worked in every major city in Australia, at every level of society, from ministers of parliment to CEOs to Olympic gold medalists; to healers and coaches and speakers and writers, to professionals across the spectrum, to mothers and teachers, and artists. (I even tried a one-day with a group of pre-teens, the daughters of some of my adult students. They killed me and tore apart my house!)

Teaching in Australia.

Now, in 2017, I am living in Los Angeles, where I moved to in 2012. For the last five years, I’ve been living both in Los Angeles and in other worlds, courtesy of stage 4 lung cancer, then a stroke. I lived in a kind of transformational cocoon. I’ve been released. I’m reasonably healthy. I’m back teaching Speaking Truthfully. As addicted as ever.

Robert teaching in Salinas, 2017.

But What If You Didn’t?

Isn’t it exhilarating to simply show up and tell the truth, everywhere and all the time? Isn’t it empowering to speak honestly and authentically without fear, without deception, without pretense or defense, without hiding or holding back? Isn’t it liberating to feel comfortable in your own skin and confident in your own self, no matter what? Isn’t it exciting to speak up, to be heard, to be seen, without criticizing or censoring yourself into oblivion? Isn’t it enlivening to share your true heart, connecting deeply with others, being vulnerable and initiating a level of intimacy with your entire audience?

Isn’t it gratifying to command attention and respect from those with whom you speak, regardless of who, when, or where? Isn’t it marvelous to see your audience galvanized by the power of your presence and the clarity and significance of your message, to see and feel the transformative impact of your speaking right before your very eyes?

Yes . . .  but . . . 

Most people have a short or long list of “buts.” But, what if you didn’t? What if the first paragraph accurately described your way of speaking, your way of engaging with the world? Think about it. How would you feel? What would you do? What would you say?

Speaking Truthfully masterclasses and personal mentoring will help you dissolve your entire list of “buts” as you reclaim your power of authentic self-expression and develop your capacity to speak with clarity, courage, and confidence. Everywhere. All the time.

It’s You Carol, Not Me. It’s You.

Today, I received an email from Carol Daniel, who participated in the Speaking Truthfully masterclass, Liberate Your Cosmic Roar!, in Salinas, CA over the weekend of June 24-25, 2017. I’ve already published Carol’s experience of the class on my blog. With her permission, I am now publishing her email and my response.

Carol Daniel


August 7, 2017

The Courage to Trust Myself to Walk Alone

Hi Robert,

I’ve just returned from England where I went to attend a workshop on meditation massage. There of those who think I’m mad to travel so far for a weekend workshop but I felt very pulled as I did with your workshop and was trying to learn to trust and I’m so glad I did.

I have been trying to find a way to bring the aspect of meditation into my massage but what I came up with felt awkward and intrusive. I am no longer interested in “fixing” people. I am interested in being able to help them slow down enough to be able to get a glimpse of the beautiful, peaceful place that is inside us all, always available that we never slow down enough to experience.

The trip however was terrifying for me and my mind was busy searching for excuses not to go. I have traveled so little on my own and when I have, I was able to arrange it (I hoped) so that there was very little opportunity for confusion. This trip required many different stops and connections and little ways of knowing just how I would be able to make all these shifts. I really struggled but more than anything I was so done with fear keeping me from the things that I am drawn to. It felt as if the authentic, freer version of me was actively pulling the old fearful, self limited being out of her prison.

I felt like a different person on that trip. It’s not that there was no fear. It’s that I didn’t let it stop me. I felt like a different woman. I was open, self-assured and not afraid to ask for help. It was almost magical how everything I needed came so easily and I met wonderful people who were so very helpful.

Thank you Robert for helping me see that it’s not only okay to be me, it’s a good idea. Thank you for your loving, challenging, playful way of helping me open but most of all for being such a beautiful, fun, vulnerable model of authenticity.

Love,

Carol

 


 

Dear Carol,

First and most importantly, I was thrilled to read about your new sense of courage and self-assuredness and fearlessness. Your report is why I love my work so much, to be a witness to these kinds of expansions and to see people claim and own and use what is theirs from the start: their authentic presence and power, their true and truthful voice. So, thank you for that!

And, of course, I appreciate your kind comments about me. But I want to tell you that not everyone sees me in the way you do, or has the kinds of experiences you’ve had as a result of working with me. Some do, some don’t. The reason you have benefitted so much is not because of anything I am or did, but for another reason. A simple one.

You.

You, and the qualities you brought with you to the class. You had a burning desire to change, to become bigger and freer. You brought resolve. You brought openness and willingness. You brought heart and spirit. You brought resilience and strength. If I were in a 1930s gangster movie, I’d say you’re a tough old broad! You did not collapse when I pushed you. You did not run away when I challenged you. When I teased you, you teased back. Why, if memory serves, you even dropped a few F-bombs! You stayed right there, true to your purpose and with your full resolve. You never got defensive. You never rationalized or justified anything. You stayed right on the beam of becoming free to speak your truth! You drove from Tucson to Salinas, for heaven’s sake. You were all in from the beginning. You, Carol, not me. You’re fucking gorgeous.

Carol, your inner freedom and self-assuredness and fearlessness have always been with you. They just got a bit covered over, as is the case for all of us. If I did anything, it was simply to hold a mirror to your authentic, original self — but you were that all along. And you wanted that. And because you desperately wanted that, you saw that. You saw who you are and who you’ve always been and now you are roaring your head off. That’s why I call the class “Liberate Your Cosmic Roar!”

Which is what you did. So, own what is yours, as you are doing. Use it, as you are doing. It’s beautiful. I cannot tell you how much I love seeing this mojo unfold and unfurl from you like a flag of truth and freedom.

I hope you will share this correspondence with your daughters, so they, too, can delight along with me in the miracle of YOU.

with love,

Robert

Introducing Paula Vail

I’ve done a lot of interviews over the years, and I believe that my “performance” in those interviews is very much a function of the interviewer — of his or her preparation, interest, sincerity and of the quality of our connection. The interview I did with Paula Vail in May was certainly in the top five of all my interviews! This is why I am happy to introduce everyone to her and to her quest for sponsorship.

Paula is a fantastic host and producer of the Women’s Broadcast Network, Wellness/Self Help TV show, Choices: Finding Your Joy and the Internet radio show and I Heart Radio Podcast, “Why Am I So Happy.” Paula was also most recently chosen as “Wellness Coach of the Year.”

I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know Paula while being a guest on her show. Paula is sincere, enthusiastic and very passionate about her work. She is currently looking for corporate partners to promote on her media content. You can find more info about her on her website here or check out her show here. You can also watch a short promotional video here.

Her phone number is 1-253-732-2550, or you can email her at paula@wellnessinspired.com.