Presenting…Your Very Next Moment

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My friend Kelly posted a gospel verse this morning on Facebook, something she often does. She’s a devout Christian and seems to enjoy sharing her views with her friends. Sometimes I pass them by; other times I read them and move on.

Today I stopped and thought.

“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.” Philippians 4:8

Think about such things.

Think about truth, nobility, and right. Think purely, on lovely and admirable things. Think on the excellent and the praiseworthy. This is rock solid advice no matter what your particular religious or spiritual leaning.

I suspect that the person wrote that original passage was offering more than a rule or a social stricture. They were offering an insight into the fact that our out thoughts truly do become things.

Not only do our thoughts become things, they often become our very next moment.

Think on the truth. Be impeccable with your words. Don’t make assumptions, and don’t take it personally.

Your very next moment depends on it.



Dreaming of the Big Fat Zero

Dream Big“Thoughts become things.”

“Visualize your dreams.”

“If you can imagine it, you can have it.”

We’ve all heard these words, and many of us are ardent followers of particular practices that help us realize their potency in our day to day lives.

Yet there are times for all of us when there is no new dream on the horizon. We stop dreaming of what’s next, leaving a big fat hole in our future. And this leaves the universe to provide us with more of the same…nothing new.

When you’ve been accustomed to having a dream and always working and visualizing toward what’s next, this can be a disheartening, even scary place to be. But it’s not always a bad thing.

After periods of significant change in our lives – the nest emptying, a divorce, career changes, a big move, or a health crisis – this dream-free period may be just what’s needed to catch our breath.

I’ve been in such a place for the last couple of years. The previous several years were times of massive change – divorce, moving, career change, kids off to college then graduating college, just about everything changed rapidly in a relatively short amount of time. Dreaming big was out of the question; my dreams consisted of simply getting through the day with my heart and mind intact.

I did get through those days, and came out the other side stronger, intact, happier than I’d been in quite a long time. It was lovely. So lovely, in fact, that for the last three years or so, there have been no new dreams pressing in on me. I’ve been simply living in the moment, grateful for what I have and how my life is now. Emotionally fat and happy, you might say, even with the challenges of a parent’s health crisis, a house that wouldn’t sell, and the usual run of daily life.

I’ve been dreaming of the big fat zero…don’t pinch me, because things are really good here. And the universe has responded in kind by pretty much keeping the status quo.

I’ve enjoyed my time here with John in this dream-free zone, although we’ve certainly spent a lot of time and energy thinking about and working toward our future. These days, though, I’m again feeling that small yet insistent tickle, telling me it’s time to amp up the dreaming again.

I’m ready for it.

I’m filling my dream void with delicious new thoughts and feelings on how life will be a year from now. I’m excited about it, looking forward to all the good times we’ll have making it happen. Unlike other times when I’ve been desperately searching for change, this time I’m letting it flow. There is no “have to” this around, no fear about what happens if the dreams don’t manifest. Just an overwhelming realizing that I am building the life I desire with every thought and inspired action.

The Dharma of the Ghostwriter

Vajrasattva by Ernest Fung, Creative Commons License (c) 2009-2016

Blissy day. An article I wrote for a client has been picked up by a national industry publication and is getting fantastic and widespread exposure. I’m going to tell…absolutely no one.

I won’t tell anyone because I’m a ghostwriter. People pay me to write things that they can publish in their own name. It’s a pretty magical way to make a living, considering the sun is just coming up on this brutally cold morning and I’m tucked into my office with hot coffee, a furry blanket and unicorn slippers.

It’s good here.

Sometimes though, my ego gets riled and wants to tell everybody “Hey, I did that. How awesome am I?”

That’s why ghostwriting is my dharma. Every day it puts my ego on notice, helping me learn with each word that it’s not the acclaim we get, but the good we put out into the world that matters.

I truly believe this, not only on mornings like this when the idea of writing from home, all by myself, is perfectly blissful. I also believe it on days when I’m weary of staring at this glowing screen and may do something rash if one more client emails one more “thought” about their latest project.

Some believe the work we do should change the world. I believe that all change starts within. Every time my client’s article gets exposure (and I don’t), every time my customer gets more readers to his blog, every single time I send off a piece of my work, my art, into the world with someone else’s name on it, I grow. I become less about my ego and more about my soul.

That’s a blessed, magical way to make a living.

(Post first appeared in the Insights Group blog as part of the 7-day #ourcertainway challenge.)