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Knowing Where To Tap

                                                                                                                

 

I have heard different versions of this story about a boiler in need of repair. The owner hired an expert  to fix it. In walks a man with his bag of tools. He listens to the description of the problem and then listens to the machine. He pulls out a hammer and with a flair for the dramatic, he hums to himself,  does a little ‘tap, tap, tap’ and soon the boiler is humming along nicely as well. He writes up the bill for $1,000 and hands it to the astonished man.  “Why did you charge me so much?  You only spent 15 minutes on the job.”  He explained with full justification:

For tapping with hammer: $ .50
For knowing where to tap: 999.50
Total: $1,000.00

Today at the hospital where I work, our copier/fax machine was on the fritz . No amount of cajoling, adjusting, switching it off and on, could bring it full working order. I suggested that we wait for Michelle, our unit clerk to come in, since she seemed to be counted on to fix what ailed it. I call her our copier surgeon.  She takes a look at it, blows on the lid, steps back and voila!  It too is humming along as nicely as the aforemented boiler. I laughed, thinking of the first story. “Don’t tell anyone, or they’ll know how to work the magic too!”, I advised her.  I’ll bet that wasn’t in her job description when she was hired.

Each of us has an accumulation of talents. At dinner tonight with my editor Pam, who helped to bring my Bliss Mistress Guide To Transforming the Ordinary Into the Extraordinary to life, we were talking about the experiences we have that have us wondering why. I have come to understand that there is a reason for everything and that each of them has provided me with my own tool kit. In an effort to feel humble, I shy away from the term ‘expert’, but the truth is, at nearly 53, I have areas of expertise that allow me guide people to the best version of themselves. I seem to know where to tap.

Where is your cutting edge area of expertise? Are you willing to claim it?

 http://youtu.be/Y2pFLG6pM5A  Hello, My Name Is Joe…I work in a button factory (:

Life Agrees With Me

 

                                                                                                                                  

The other day, a friend made a comment that we take for granted, but on that particular  day, being in an expansive and rather intuitive and creative heartspace, I interpreted it differently than I  might have in the past. I hadn’t seen her since June and she told me that I looked good and that life agreed with me. Immediately, my response was, “Life always agrees with me.”  No matter what I think, say or do, life will always agree with me. What I put out into the world boomerangs right back at me. If I stand over  the Grand Canyon and call out my name, that is exactly what will echo back  into my ears.  So many people feel like victims of the world around them, when they are often unwitting victims of the world and words within them. What if our thoughts really ARE that creative and those we hold persistently, hold us captive?   I was speaking with someone today who insisted that she had no control over what happened in her life. She kept repeating  “No matter how hard I try, nothing ever works for me.”  My response was “If you say so.”  and then we focused on the things that were working for her and then on ways to recongnize patterns that didn’t serve her and finally came up with portable life skills  for her ‘tool kit’ that she could put to use immediately. The rest is up to her, since even the best made, fancy shmancy tools won’t do a thing on their own.

One of my favorite lines from the movie  The Princess Bride is “As you wish.”  That really is what the Universe wants us to know. Our repetitive thoughts become our conscious or sometimes unconscious reality. It is like the computer program that keeps running even when we minimize it and open another window.  We can fight it metaphorically kicking and screaming OR we can embrace it. I wonder how we would hold onto our thoughts of lack and limitation if we really got it, that these mental maneuverings are optional. 

Consider the thoughts and words that come from your  mind out into the world. Are they nourishing to the life you want or starving your dreams and visions?  What would you prefer life agree with you about?

http://youtu.be/I-W5ND6wj_A  I’m Alive  Celine Dion

 

How Much Better Does It Get Than This?

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My friend Annette Kroninger shared a story that brilliantly illustrates the power of our thoughts. She had been in the presence of a woman who had the experience that follows. This woman was walking down the street and found a dime lying on the sidewalk, inviting her to pick it up. So she did, saying out loud “How much better does it get than this?”  Continuing on her stroll, she spies a $10 bill on the sidewalk. Of course, she picks it up, ten dollars and ten cents richer. She repeats, with exuberance “How much better does it get than this?”  A little later in the day, she catches the sparkle of a diamond tennis bracelet lying on a grate and picks it up and this time, responds ” It can’t get better than THIS!” at which point, the flow stops.

Every day we have the choice of our thoughts. If we begin our waking hours with the belief that we are surrounded by miracles and abundance is our birthright, the energy can flow unimpeded.  I like to say that I am always at the right place at the right time, with just the right people so we can enrich each others’ lives.

A few years ago, as the PR Goddess for an event sponsored by Common Ground Fellowhship that brought in Rev. Michael Beckwith and Rickie Byars Beckwith, I had parked my car a few blocks away from the venue. I noticed a penny lying on the sidewalk  right next to my car, and left it there. When I returned many hours later, after being immersed in the energy of abundance, I saw that the penny had invited a REALLY good friend…a twenty dollar bill. I looked around to see if someone was playing a joke. No one was to be seen. I gratefully affirmed that I was meant  to receive that blessing. 

In the past few days, my thoughts have yielded marvelous outcomes.  One happened today as a man came into my office in the hospital where I am employed as a social worker, to deliver great news.  A few weeks ago, flooding had turned my carpet into a soggy, sloshy mess. It was pulled up and tossed and what was left beneath it was a concrete slab. When people walk in, I welcome them into my barn(:  I asked our head of maintenance if I couldn’t convince him to replace it with lovely Mexican tile.  He smiled and I knew that it meant industrial grade linoleum instead. It was scheduled to be put in during the day tomorrow, which meant I would be displaced for the day, a nomad in search of office space in which to meet with my patients and their families.  Well, as it turns out, the bearer of glad tidings informed me that they decided to wait until Saturday so that I wouldn’t  be inconvenienced. YAHOO!  I thanked him profusely and told him that he had earned his wings today.

I have been doing some healing of relationships lately, as Rosh Hashanah; the Jewish New Year, approaches. I had two uncomfortable interactions that were feeling at loose and ragged edges. I reached out to both people for clarity and in both circumstances, I walked away feeling a sense of resolution.  One occurred a few years ago and one more recently. When I consider the poster I saw years ago that said, “Everything I ever let go of had claw marks on it.” with a picture of a kitty cat hanging on a branch, I am gratified that the things I was holding onto are no longer holding on to me.

In the next few weeks my book will be out in the world and I KNOW I will find myself chanting my new mantra:  “How much better does it get than this?”  I invite you to use it all throughout your life. I would love to hear how it works for you.

 

 http://youtu.be/1RYc6k803oo  Karen Drucker’s  Prosperity Chant

 

 

Equinox Redux

                                                                                                                            

 

Part two of the Equinox celebration at Happy Tree Farm (part one was described in yesterday’s Bliss Blog) saw a group of us gathered under a tent next to the magical lake that has healing properties, not only by immersing in it, but simply sitting next to it or gazing at it.  The morning service was led by Rev. Glenda Smith and it offered us an opportunity to share our gifts with each other.  The subject was Immersed In Our Gifts Together, We Breathe the Same Air.  I opened my portion by telling a tale of back seat of the car on family trip interactions that my younger sister Jan and I would have. Like most kids, we would tease each other and do the familiar “Mommmmmm, she’s looking at me and she’s touching me.” We would then up the ante by whining  “She’s breathing my air.” Now at 52 and 5o, we still occasionally laughingly say, “Stop breathing my air.”  The truth is, we all breathe each other’s air, so interconnected are we. And as such, it seems important that what we breathe out and what we take in, not just with our respiratory system, but all of who we are, be health inducing and life supporting.  How many times have I had ‘dragon breath thoughts’ rather than honey sweet thoughts?  When I harshly judge someone as being wrong for not doing things ‘my way’, I breathe out toxins for someone else to breathe in.

I have come to recognize as well, that EVERYTHING IS A GIFT…hear  that?  Even the challenging and dissapointing, because they are AFGO’s… another freaking (or a word of even more intensity, if you so choose) growth opportunity. Recently, one came in the guise of a professional colleague having a change of mind about working together. Initially, my response was to feel scolded, like a little kid with her hand in the cookie jar. I did an internal inventory and realized that I had not intentionally done anything egregious, but this person felt uncomfortable.  She also told me that I am a  ‘generous soul with wide open boundaries ‘ while hers were ‘more reserved’.  During the service, I expressed that being generous with sharing  my friends with each other, resources, referrals, recommendations costs me nothing and in fact, enhances my life immeasureably. I want to be known as someone who offers such opportunities.  It prospers all of us that way. It is like the ocean flowing in and out, it is not able to refrain from either action and neither am I. When I hold life in an open hand, more comes in and there is more to share. 

My name is Edie, spelled E-D-I-E.  Each year on the first day of school, teachers would mispronounce it as Eddie (with two d’s), expecting a boy to answer. I endured teasing as a result and wished that my parents had given me a ‘normal name’. My class mates were Linda, Barbara, Susan,  Robin, Debbie and the most exotic was Mimi and she was Chinese.  It wasn’t until I learned the meaning of my name, that I began to appreciate the appelation. It translates to ‘rich gift’. I came to realize that we all have rich gifts to share with one another. One of mine is the gift of noticing or observation. I am keenly aware of what goes on around me, so as to be able to communicate them in written or spoken form. Today, on the way to the gathering, I stopped to pick up spice wafers (one of my favorite autumnal treats…especially yummy when dipped in hot apple cider) at the grocery store. The woman at the check out line, said goodbye to a customer and wished him a day with no pressure. I laughed and felt moved to share a story with them. I recounted a tale of a man attempting to ‘help’ a butterfly out of its chrysalis since it seemed to be struggling to break free. What he didn’t know was  that the butterfly’s body was swollen and in order to push the fluid from the body to the wings so that they could expand and carry itself into flight mode,  it must exert pressure against the confines of the chrysalis. By ‘helping’ this being, he, in a sense, contrubuted to its demise, since it limped around with its swollen body and tiny wings and then it died. We need some kind of pressure to help us grow in that same way.

One of the gifts that a woman named Laura offered was  a story about going raspberry picking with her small children and noticing that the berries were  ‘plentiful’ and her basket was getting full. She accidently dropped them and had to pick them back up from their landing place.  She pondered, as she often does, (as do I), the ‘how come’ of it. As she scootched down to get them, she noticed that underneath the plants were even riper and full to bursting with red, delicious confections. She began plucking as many of them as she could. Then one of her children called her name and she stood up, answered and returned to berry picking, back at the top of the plant, forgetting that the better ones were hidden from regular sight. How often I do that, forgetting that the richer, fuller life requires special vision and sometimes require a little change in perception. By the way, that is my favorite definition of a miracle, courtesy of A Course In Miracles.

At the end of the service, our host, arborist and author Stephen Redding shared an observation. He pointed to the lake and asked us to take note of the images near the shore of the trees and a shed. He then guided us to look in the middle of the lake and see the reflections from that point, when the ripples distorted them. He reminded us that the wind is indeed our minds’ perceptions. Look to the shore, was the message.

 

www.stephenredding.com

 

 

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