A few years ago my favorite magazine was National Geographic Adventure. I collected every issue as my "places I must see" collection. (and I've been knocking them off quite nicely) The tag line was DREAM IT.PLAN IT. DO IT. Which became my mantra before I even knew what a mantra was. I bought a ring that had the inscription, "if you can dream it, you can do it." I added this to all of my personal training materials, and it became my pretend website address. http://www.dreamitplanitdoit.com/. It's not my website, so don't bother checking it out. My friend Bosley, who left a horrible marriage to an abusive ass, we gave her the pretend website http://www.walkaway.com/. Lifepartners website was http://www.itiswhatitis.com/. I can't remember what O's was but it probably had something to do with licorice.
Oh, the things we talk about while hiking for hours in the arizona heat...
Anyway, just over a year ago, I has the opportunity to meet one of the writers I admire. Mike Dooley was to be present on an excursion, and we were given the workshop materials in advance as well as a t-shirt to wear if we chose throughout the trip. The t-shirt was blue, with huge lettering across the front with three small words stacked on top of each other...
TUT
DOT
COM
I thought it strange, that of all the things I have taken from Mike Dooleys work, all of the amazing quipetts and one-liners of inspiration, that he would put his website address on the front of the t-shirt. Being that I usually know there is a hidden meaning to everything that stumps me, and given enough time, I will see the reason for things, I didn't question it further.
Enter my recent life difficulties. I won't elaborate for I no longer wish to relive the details, but suffice to say we have had many, many incidences of ...um...attacks to our well being. We have had to make sacrifices, and defend ourselves and be the recipients of jaw droppingly hainus violations of our personal rights.
There have been many dark days. Days when I can't make sense of any of it, days when I lay still to keep the anxiety attacks from causing me heart damage, days when I sob over the loss and grief......yet I know deep down there must be a way to see this from another perspective. The intellect and believer in the universe in me tells me to dig until this makes sense and I am always guided to one place...
TUT
DOT
COM
I'm not even kidding.
I'd go through (for hours) the "ask mike" section, where he puts a spin on the things that are happening to me, where he guides me to books, or references to help me see the big picture. I can't tell you how many times, after meeting him, I have found solace in his words.
The point of this story, is that living in a better place, doing the work, and staying in a happy, joyful headspace everyday, means CHOOSING to go to that place of higher perspective EVERY DAY.
So todays lesson is REALIZATION.
Which means living each moment as though we are an instrument of goodness. Shifting our thinking when we need to, read a book in the morning, like this book, that tunes us in to the power we have to be great. Don't have our home page on the computer set to anything depressing, like msn, or the news, choose to start our day with a positive point of view, a higher state of awareness. It's like daily visualization, or gratitude when we rise out of bed. It's starting the day with a cheery good morning to the grouchy kid that emerges from the basement. It's playing a little happy music in the morning instead of turning on the tv. It's putting pictures on the fridge of the kids in a happy vacation moment. It's filling our homes with beautiful things, and family photos. It's doing yoga as often as we can, making friends with high vibrational people, joining the healing drum circle in town. It's smiling at the teacher as they tell us how awful our child is behaving. It's playing soccer in the back alley for hours with the boys, as the random neighbor kids watch in awe.
Realizing that in everything we do, we can choose who to be.
Be an instrument of joy.
