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Photography: Kim Ho Leung


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SERIAL 9 / Essay


“Life can be an interesting experience, the doing and thinking takes over and we lose touch with the simplicity and joy of life.”


Living in a quiet and remote place, like I do here in Vilcabamba, the South of Ecuador, you’d assume that, that’s where life is always quiet, spacious and deeply fulfilling. 

In my experience, it doesn’t really matter where you are. It’s about who you are, in your mind, heart and spirit.

Life can be an interesting experience, the doing and thinking takes over and we lose touch with the simplicity and joy of life.

For me, today was one of those busy days. At the end of the day, I wasn’t even sure what I had been doing. All I felt, was that it had been a busy day.

The evening came, the house became more quiet, my children asleep, the cat spinning on my lap. And there I was sitting in front of my computer ready to write; ready to write about Space.  

The strange thing was, the more I thought about it, the less it flowed. The more I wanted to get it out of me, the less inspired I felt...

This is Space

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SERIAL 9 / Joie De Vivre Column


“You can’t miss your boat. It’s yours. It stays docked till you’re ready. The only boat you can miss is someone else’s. Let them have theirs while you wait for yours.” —Glennon Doyle Helton


My sister sent me this quote a couple of weeks ago.

“You can’t miss your boat. It’s yours. It stays docked till you’re ready. The only boat you can miss is someone else’s. Let them have theirs while you wait for yours”—Glennon Doyle Helton

This was mind blowing for me.

I’m not really old, and not really young. I’m just somewhere a little before the middle-ish. It’s not too late for me, but sometimes, it feels like it might be.

When I first considered what “Space” means to me, I thought of it as something I really, really (really!!!) wanted—as in: can I get more of that? That magical thing called “space” that you don’t ever have access to when your kids are small. That place where rainbows and unicorns abound and you can float along on clouds of quiet, happy dreams. Yeah, I want to go to there.

Then, one night, as I crawled into bed—the very instant my head hit the pillow—the word space came into view. It floated around my head as though the word itself were tangible, and I envisioned clearly a perfect little slot where I belonged; a cozy little place where no one else but me would fit...

This is Space

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SERIAL 9 / EDITOR'S LETTER


“There are few people in this world as genuine and generous as Yoshi Arima..” – Thalia the Muse


Not only have I had the privilege of working with him one on one, but we have shared space within programs and many other creative, entrepreneurial environments. The most prominent of his many gifts and talents is his ability to spread and share love with everyone.

I’ve never met someone so intent on bringing joy and happiness into the lives of everyone they meet like Yoshi does. Every interaction, every seemingly small and insignificant opportunity for connection never escapes the notice of this truly remarkable man and artist.

It is with great honor that I have invited Yoshi to represent the values and message of Mogul Muse Magazine for this historic serial, and the unique transformation we have undergone this year.

Yoshi shared the cover image and the image above with me and the VGE this February, and it was like magic! So much authentic expression was just oozing from each of these pictures. I just couldn’t resist the opportunity of featuring them and spotlighting this incredible artist.

This is Space

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SERIAL 9 / Essay


“A box. A simple box. What does it hold? It could be anything. It could be the Word of God, like the Arch of the Covenant, or the evils of the world, as in Pandora’s.”


It could hold delicious butter cookies or your mother’s sewing kit. A box could hold so many secrets and hopes. It can hold riches fit for a King or the closest items of a poor child’s heart. 

I've always had an affinity for boxes. I have several favorites: a carved one my brother gave me as a Christmas gift when I was 10—It holds seashells and money from Brazil—several tin ones that hold beads, a red gingham box that holds old photos and papers I’m not ready to part with, a stone box from Uruguay, cardboard boxes that hold knitting and spinning projects and wooden boxes that hold our bees.

Keeping bees in some type of container is as old as beekeeping itself. They have been kept in straw and clay vestals, wooden trunks and the familiar straw bee skeep. All these containers gave the beekeeper better access to the honey but at the cost of the beehive itself.

Modern bee boxes were developed in the later part of the 18th century. In 1852, an American clergyman and apiarist, L.L. Langstroth, pulled a patent that changed beekeeping in America. Langstroth discovered “bee-space”.

As he watched his bees, he noticed that when the bees had less than 3/8” available space in which to move they would...

A Simple Box

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SERIAL 9 / Writer In Residence


“Space is a valuable, precious and illusive resource. It is abstract and intangible in nature, yet you can readily see when you have what you need of it, when you have too much, or especially, when you don’t have enough.”


Space: Outer or inner, a lot or a little, the beginning of creation or “The Final Frontier”—all are “space.” Space suggests roominess, independence, time, and even absentmindedness. Filled with contradictions, Space may be cramped or vast, it may be endless or limited, and it may represent a sense of timelessness or the absence of time entirely.

I need Space in my life. I have need of Space as a place for furnishings, musical instruments, hobbies, and living. I desire space to grow gardens, board houseguests, seat family members at dinner, and to park my car in. I ache for Space to dream and relax in, and value a nicely organized Space to work in. I’m grateful for Space that supplies quiet and solitude, and value Space to accommodate bustling family gatherings. And it is essential that my brain has uncluttered Space to function in.

The Space most perplexing to me is the Space that holds Time. And when that Space-Time becomes clogged with the bottle-necking effect of too much to do, too many deadlines, too few resources, and too many demands, the solution is usually a need to create or find more Space in which Time can linger.

Commanding Space

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SERIAL 9 / Essay


“In the unique spaces we create for ourselves and others to co-exist, we need to be careful not to promote ourselves as the ideal and negate the necessity for other perspectives and beauty. We are not the ideal. We are what we are. That is all.”


When I consider my ideal space, I am always drawn to minimalism. I crave order and structure, yet I also desire an element of free-spirited expression. Open space speaks to me of free expression and limitless possibility.

Over the years, I have chosen to enter many different spaces claiming to hold the answers and guidance I needed to build a healthy and whole life and business. Some delivered on their promises and others did not.

As my company expanded and my need to exercise greater leadership grew, my curiosity and passion for cultivating empowering spaces grew as well.

How does a leader create space for learning, guidance, community and empowerment that both meets the needs of their followers, without compromising the integrity of their own values and goals?

From the time I was small, I had a real affinity for equality. I wasn’t obsessed so much with fairness, as I was unity. The desire to co-exist with my fellow humans in a non-threatening and harmonious way fascinated me...

Creating a Empowering, Collaborative and Inspiring Tribal Space 

About Thalia

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SERIAL 9 / Short Story


“This world was different from anything I had ever seen. It was covered almost entirely of a blue substance I believed to be liquid. A large green landmass surrounded the blue liquid. I saw lush green plants and unusual creatures wandering the plains. It was all so different from the typical wonders of the universe.”


I travel beyond this cosmic quest to find answers. Yet I find nothing in the black depths of space.

My journey has taken me to the Fire Nebula, a wormhole, seas of Tregason, the Kainai moons of the Dark Nebula, and the red suns of the Banthon galaxy. But, even after traveling and seeing so much I still feel as if none of it has shown me anything. I can no longer wander these infinite worlds without going mad.

My plan was to land on a remote planet several light years beyond my own. After the war, everyone began to explore new worlds beyond our own planet I left after the war, with my dog, in a cargo ship. The ship cost thousands of units. It was an old Cargo-Zeppelin one of the few left. Its round design was my instant home. For many years, I have traveled collecting alien species, rocks, and minerals, trying to fill the gaps in my life. Yet, nothing has filled the gaps. On this, my last journey, I seek for peace.

Profectus Trans V Sphaeras

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