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Honoring JFK

 

Last night I had a powerful and unexpected dream, involving the 35th President of the United States; JFK. In all my 53 years on the planet, I don’t recall ever having had this man enter my sleeping dream-scape. He was sitting in a wheel chair, looking mighty well preserved for a 94 year old who died 48 years ago in Dallas, Texas. Like most people, I remember where I was at the time. Having just turned 5 a month earlier, I was at home and saw the news reports, not quite understanding why the grownups, including a venerable newsman, (Walter Cronkite) were crying. My parents explained what happened and my youthful mind couldn’t make sense of it any more than my adult mind can today.

In the dream, he invited me to join him and 3 other people in Washington, DC to speak before a crowd of 60,000 people about the importance of living our passion and purpose for the greater good. Was I thrilled?  You bet. Did I believe it? Absolutely.  Was I ready to slide into the limo that waited at the curb to ferry us there? I may never know, since I woke up as that was about to happen.

As someone who enjoys delving into dreams, this was a treasure for me. The first thing that occurred to me was a ‘holy cosmic coincidence, Batman!’since the dream occurred literally on the anniversary of his death.  The second was that he represented for me, youthful exuberance, commitment to a purpose, idealism, a stick to it attitude, despite his physical pain and challenges. He was beckoning me to live my dreams by sharing my enthusiasm with a crowd on, as a friend said to me “the big stage of life.”  And so I shall~

Sweet Surrender

There are times when it seems that the Universe is testing us to see if we are willing to practice what we preach. The past 24 hours seems to be a reflection of that concept. I began writing this blog last night following a lesson filled Sunday afternoon and several times, the words were inadvertently deleted, thus this late in the day entry.
Recently birthed my new ‘baby’ that took 53 years to create:  The Bliss Mistress Guide To Transforming the Ordinary Into the Extraordinary and had done a book signing at The Doylestown Bookstore in bucolic Bucks County, PA.  Arriving an hour early, I was delighted to see the table set with a scarlet cloth, near the front door. I scattered copies of the book, like so many butterfly wings, along with  purple feathers and red paper wrapped, dark chocolate treats for passersby to enjoy. Then I waited and was greeting by my familiar companion, the chattering monkey mind. “What if no one shows up and you sit here looking pathetic?”  At that moment, a song wafted through the airwaves from one of my favorite singer songwriters serenading from beyond the veil..
Sweet Surrender by John Denver
Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few.
Looking for something that I can believe in,
looking for something that I’d like to do with my life.
There’s nothing behind me and nothing that ties me to
something that might have been true yesterday.
Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more than enough
To just be here today, and I don’t know what the future is holding in store,
I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been.
There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me,
my life is worth the living, I don’t need to see the end.

Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.

Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few.
Looking for something that I can believe in,
looking for something that I’d like to do with my life.
There’s nothing behind me and nothing that ties me to
something that might have been true yesterday.
Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more than enough
To just be here today, and I don’t know what the future is holding in store,
I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been.
There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me,
my life is worth the living, I don’t need to see the end.

Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.

I smiled at the message and took a breath and within moments, people came to the table to chat, nibble chocolate and buy books. Strangers who wandered by, a friend I have known since she was a precocious 14 year old, another friend I met in the mid 1980′s, a co-worker and her mom, another former co-worker and her infant son, my wonderful ‘web-angel’ and her hubby, snapping photos for web content.
And so, now, as I sit with this experience, I grin in recognition that it is all in perfect flow and Divine order, trusting that God has my back….as well as front, top, side and bottom.  Waving the white flag of surrender.

Beautiful People

 

As a child of the 60′s I was weaned on the music of songbird Melanie Safka. She of the raven haired, raspy voiced visage who invited the ‘world to sing’, also honored the people who make the world a more lovely place.   Each day, I encounter folks who believe that the only ones they will know are the only ones they will ever know. Their world feels pretty small and contained. Many of those in their lives are unsupported or downright abusive. They  fear taking steps beyond the walls of their existence, not trusting that anyone they meet could possibly be a nurturing friend.  Are you in that group? Or do you greet each day, like I do, wondering who it is that will share delight with you as you enrich each others’  lives? It is my morning practice as I literally affirm before I get out of bed that I will  ‘connect with amazing people and have extraordinary experiences’ and each day I do.   Not a surprise anymore, since our minds are so powerfully creative that we draw to ourselves that which is in our awareness and repetitive thought patterns.

When I consider the souls who have entered my life in the last year, my mind reels and my heart swells, since they number in the thousands. I am awed when I ponder how many read my tappings and typings here and the other venues for which I write. Although we may never meet face to face, we are still part of each others’ worlds and as such, we are family of choice and chance and have already had an impact. Maybe we were not even on each others’ radar screen until we just showed up …ta da…abracadabra!  Remember that everyone you now know and love was once a stranger.

Some of the beautiful people in my life are regular players on my life stage and some I rarely see. It makes no difference, since the beauty they exude, because the beauty that they simply ARE,  shines forth and graces my life immeasurably.

You can sing this song to those in your life who fit that category, including the beauty in the mirror.

Beautiful People-Melanie Safka

You live in the same world as I do
But somehow I never noticed
You before today
I’m ashamed to say

Beautiful people
We share the same back door
And it isn’t right
We never met before
But then
We may never meet again
If I weren’t afraid you’d laugh at me
I would run and take all your hands
And I’d gather everyone together for a day
And when we gather’d
I’ll pass buttons out that say
Beautiful people
Then you’d never have to be alone
‘Cause there’ll always be someone
With the same button on as you
Include him in everything you do.

Beautiful people
You ride the same subway
As I do ev’ry morning
That’s got to tell you something
We’ve got so much in common
I go the same direction that you do
So if you take care of me
Maybe I’ll take care of you

Beautiful people
You look like friends of mine
And it’s about time
That someone said it here and now
I make a vow that some time, somehow
I’ll have a meeting
Invite ev’ryone you know
I’ll pass out buttons to
The ones who come to show
Beautiful people
Never have to be alone
‘Cause there’ll always be someone
With the same button on as you
Include him in ev’rything you do
He may be sitting right next to you
He may be beautiful people too
And if you take care of him
Maybe I’ll take care of you
And if you take care of him
Maybe I’ll take care of you…

 

 

 

http://youtu.be/M5PgfqnZ7Ew

What If?

 

Two of the most majestic words in the English language that can be used to create or destroy are ‘what if?’  We say them or at least, think them, over and over throughout our day. Unfortunately they are often self sabotaging and downright virulent. What if I fail the test, don’t get the job, experience unrequited love?  I would rather turn it around and ask, “What if I pass the test, get hired for the job and allow for full rich loving relationships?”   What if today is the day when my dreams turn into reality? What if it really is all ok, as is, on life’s terms? To paraphrase Byron Katie, “If I argue with what is, I lose; but only all the time.”  Pretty simple wisdom.

Last night, my friend Sandy spoke about a book called What If It All Goes Alright?, written by Mindy Audlin. She created  the book with a strengths based concept in mind. In the midst of life challenge, it is often difficult to pose that question, but pose it, we must if we want to live the life of our dreams and not our nightmares.

I like to say that worry is  waste of imagination, because the chattering monkey mind LOVES it and feeds on it, ad infinitum, with thoughts spinning out of control in the ‘shoulda would coulda’ realm.  Sandy proposed the idea that in addition to What If  Up that Mindy shares, she encourages people to ask the question:  “What if…Wow?!”  , adding that extra zip to it. What if I have the life of my dreams?  What if the partner, the home, job/school flow into place?    I love that idea since I have an unlimited imagination….What if I get to choose my reality? What if everything I need is right here for me and all I have to do is reach out and receive it?  What if I am always at the right place at the right time for connecting with exactly who would most be of mutual benefit to meet?  What if there are no limits to manna-festing the life of my dreams and desires? As I am typing these words, I can feel a rush of exhiliration and a resounding YES!  bounding through me. I am convinced that the Universe has an intelligence that KNOWS the path on which we are placed, the trajectory on which we are headed and what experiences would be to our greatest benefit.

What are your wondrous what if wows?

www.whatifup.com

http://youtu.be/ULVETVfZEWQ Mindy Audlin introduces us to What if up?  vs. What if down? 

http://youtu.be/DuzK-1IJqxM and in musical form

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