Sometimes our “visionary capability” needs to be increased–in other words, we need to affirm and believe (as best we can) that we are meant to be joyfully prosperous. That we are meant to live in an abundance of all that we consider good.
But how? How do we “get there”? Start this way: make a list (even a quick mental one) of five ways you are already prosperous RIGHT NOW. For example, I feel prosperous because I can breathe in all the oxygen I need to enable my body to be optimally healthy. Take in a long, deep breath right now. Feel that avenue of wealth!
Tell me some ways in which you are prosperous, wealthy, abundant right now. Doing so moves us into receptivity for greater measures of that which we want. Doing so “grants permission.”
“Prosperous”–just saying the word feels good.
Writing a blog has made me bolder. I’m basically a shy person, sometimes painfully so. For example, even after decades, I still get nervous speaking in departmental faculty meetings, unlike many colleagues who will drone on for tens of minutes about the controversial placement of a comma in a new department policy document…. Wait! Stop! Did I just write that?? Slap self hard! Or take Toilet Tissue Purchasing as another example. For some reason I get SO embarrassed buying it. I can’t look the checkout clerk directly in the eyes. I tried buying a single roll at a time for a while because I could hide it in the shopping cart between the rutabaga and the large bag of epsom salts. But all that shopping got old in a hurry. So now I just buy the small, anemic-looking four-pack. At midnight. DO NOT even suggest to me those super twenty-four roll jumbo packages or the insanely large mega-rolls. Everybody would be staring. Wait! Stop! That’s not really shyness, is it? It’s mental.
Anyway, recently I was minding my own business, walking through a hotel lobby restaurant in Orlando, when out of the corner of my left eye (my good one), I saw some pirates at a table. A decision had to be made: either keep walking and embrace a worldview which accepts pirates–or go ahoy them and take their picture for my blog.
Talk about friendly pirates! I didn’t fear for my life a single moment during our little connection time. Come to find out, they were a pirate family. Here’s mom and dad. Married 50 years!
And here’s their daughter, a very happy family practice doc, as well as a pirate!
They were joyful mates to meet.
I love trees, always have.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
— Joyce Kilmer
I’m going to share with you some of my favorite Savannah-area trees. (I realize that March is probably not the best time to be taking pics of trees.)
1. The I’m Still Standing Tree. This is probably my very favorite tree around.
It’s not the most beautiful by any stretch. It’s not shaped evenly, and it’s not full–there are large openings in the branch coverage. So why is it my favorite? Simple. It’s still standing. If you take a closer look at the views below, you will notice that the IST tree is still standing in the middle of the paved parking lot at Savannah Centre at the corner of Stephenson and Hodgson-Memorial. And it’s the only tree around. It exudes courage, independence, feistyness. It beat the odds. It simply IS. I want its is-ness and its determination.
2. The You’re-Right-Outside-My-Office-Window-and-I’ve-Watched-You-Grow-from-a-Seedling Tree. You know how sometimes you’re buddies with a person due to geography, because she or he is just THERE, like Kramer was to Jerry on Seinfeld? Well, that’s how the tree below and I developed our relationship. I might not have necessarily chosen it as an in-your-face friend but am now so glad we were put together.
3. The Fake-It Tree. I like this fake bonsai tree which sits on my desk at work. A student used it in a class project several years ago, didn’t want it, and I adopted it. Most folks ooh and aah when they first see it; they think it’s real. Bonsy has taught me that if you aren’t, act like you are anyway, and most people won’t know the difference.
4. Slim. Enough said.
5. I saw the coolest and tallest Christmas Tree last Christmas in Charleston. You could walk right inside it! It told me that I could be a bit more open to people.
6. And this Lighted Palm Tree (who lights palms?), must have been talking about me with the Christmas tree above because Palmy told me that it’s okay to show off and show out from time to time-and be seen.
7. And finally The Candler Oak near Forsyth Park in Savannah. It demands respect due to its age, its continued growth.
Ttyl. I’m gonna climb it.