There’s a way out of anything. There’s also a way in to where you want to go.
Archive for March, 2012
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.
Strolling along and enjoying the architecturally astonishing streetscape near Battery Park in Charleston. Nearly gasping at homes exuding confident beauty. Sneaking glances of meticulously manicured gardens hidden behind perfect boxwoods and wrought iron doors. Wondering what it must feel like to live daily in such historic splendor.
Slowing my gait. Pausing. Hearing the tapping of paws and nails on wood. The joyful whimpering. Looking down and seeing him. No not him really, just his snout, basically his nose.
Imagining his tail wagging furiously as he looked from inside out.
Realizing that occasionally all that’s needed is a glance. A taste. An appreciation.
Just what the world needed.
The older I get, the more I embrace the encouraging truthfulness (to me) of this affirmation. What do you think?
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.
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.)