Beyond Positive Thinking

“Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in

             Overalls and looks like work.” – Thomas Edison              

 An interesting thing happened this week. In a multitude of forms, I was hit with the very familiar concept of creating our own realities through our thoughts.

It started when a dear friend of mine who needs some change in her life told me that she watched the movie The Secret. Though I have never seen the movie, I did finally listen to the audio book a few years ago and rather enjoyed it. In fact, if I am heading to work and find myself worried or stressed, I will plug it for a quick “attitude adjustment.” So, clearly I think it is good stuff: visualize what you want your life to be, feel the emotion, use positive affirmations and let the universe know what you want.

Yet, over and over again, through Timeless Waters, lectures, and everyday life, I have talked to people of similar “persuasion” who are frustrated because their lives ultimately stay the same. In truth, sometimes I find myself once again running in my hamster wheel, and the conversation is with my self!  

The reason for this is actually very simple. Visualizing, tapping into the emotion of already having what we desire, and positive affirmations are a great first step. But we still have to do something; identify our hidden barriers, make a change, or take action -- something. All of the “success stories” we hear of people manifesting their dreams? They did manifest their dreams: they visualized what they wanted, felt it, and went after it.

This amazing Universe has multiple opportunities and probabilities on offer for each of us, and we can draw these to ourselves. But only we can turn those opportunities into reality, and that is by doing something, even if it one baby step toward what it is we say we want.

Love and Light,

Sheryl

Changing Seasons

“To everything there is a season.”  So says Ecclesiastes, but I always hear Pete Seeger’s lyrics that became an international hit when sung by the Byrds in 1965, “To everything turn, turn, turn….”

We all have our own seasons. Yet, so often we are not able to honor them. Real life--our jobs, responsibilities and obligations—can dictate our lives for us. Still, we know when our internal seasons are changing; we feel it in every cell of our beings, and if we are not consciously aware, our lives and bodies show us.

A year ago I began to experience a shift in my own internal seasons and was not able to honor them, which was not good for me. After a year of trying to create an opportunity to rectify that (and the long journey it was to get it approved), I have begun my own attempt at honoring my seasons; a two month break. I am calling it a sabbatical of my own making; I have had my season of planting for 25 years, and now it is time to reap. “There is a season, turn, turn, turn…”

            I have goals for this time away from my job: enjoy more relaxed time with my kids, work on projects, write, and just “be” at a slower pace than is my normal life. But I realized Monday that letting go and slowing down is going to be a process; a downshifting. I spent two days completing and finalizing my workbook (a Timeless Waters companion of sorts, helping us better understand the various levels through which we create our own realities). I’ve cleaned out drawers, cleaned carpet, and organized my creative work space. Slowing down yes, but still moving at 90 miles an hour!

            But what I want most out of this time is clarity. I seek the mental space to consider where I have been, what I have accomplished and what I have valued most in my life and endeavors over the past 25 years. What metaphorical drawers of the way I have been living need to be cleaned out? And if I had the chance to consciously fill the drawers of my life with something new, what would that be?

            This may be quite ambitious; particularly for a woman who has only just begun the process of trying to release the knots of life. I also know the kind of clarity I seek may take far more time than I have off.  But I am determined. Determined to establish a life that allows me to honor my seasons, and determined to consciously create more of what fills my “drawers,” my time, my mind, and my heart.

May we all honor our seasons,

Sheryl

Opportunity

"To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow."

                                          -  Audrey Hepburn

It’s Saturday morning. I sit with my tea, having just finished my morning meditation. It’s cool outside, but the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and the trees are coming back to life. After what has been a long winter for most of us across the country, spring is finally here!

As much as I love the warmer months, each year, I get overwhelmed by the work required to maintain the yard and all the beds. Mind you, the yard was one of the things I fell in love with when my boys and I needed to find a new home four years ago. My blessing is my curse; isn’t that how life goes? So last week, I began the task of spring cleanup.

I supervised my son as he mowed the yard. I pulled weeds that have already taken root. I raked leaves, laid newspaper for weed prevention in beds that don’t have perennials, and hauled mulch. My back hurts, I’m tired, and I have another 60% to go! It is tedious, but also a tremendous joy. Why, you ask? I think it’s because there is something cathartic about the smell of the earth. There is something wonderfully healing and symbolic in clearing out the old to find small perennials pushing through the soil in their annual rebirth; as without, so within.

I feel somewhat confident that I wrote a similar post last spring. Forgive my redundancy, but the symbolism is a moving meditation; a reminder of the connection to the earth and our own journey of “rebirth.” I suspect my heart will be filled with gratitude next spring as well, and I will share it again.

Cut back the old, clear out the debris, reveal the new, and plant the seeds of a new beginning. What better opportunity can any of us ask for?

My dirty jeans and gloves await me!

Many Blessings

Sheryl