As part of my personal and professional infrastructure reboot over the past year in the run-up to my 60th birthday this April, I have been working to identify subtle and not-so-subtle beliefs that add stress to my life and hold me back from reaching my full potential. A biggie for me was realizing that for most of my life, one of my driving beliefs was that “I don’t have enough time.” I track this back to eight days after my 13th birthday, when my beautiful father (also a pioneering transplant surgeon) succumbed to ...
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My Mission Revealed Through Flow
The courage of a river to continue beliefIn the slow fall of ground,Always falling fartherToward the unseen ocean. John O'Donohue In my last post, I alluded to a recent ah ha moment that made me chuckle out loud. As a pre-curser, I invited you to read John O’Donohue’s poem “In Praise of Water” from his book To Bless the Space Between Us (you can access the blog and poem here if you missed it). The poem introduced itself during my morning wisdom reading, part of my daily mindfulness routine. I noticed within ...
Flow Work, With Water as My Teacher
Photo: Martha Brettschneider/Damselwings Photography When was the last time you had a laugh-out-loud ah ha moment? This week the Universe finally got me to read its "Flow" memo, and I did, indeed, chuckle audibly. If you’ve attended any of my programs – morning meditation sessions, Search Inside Yourself, PQ® Mental Fitness, or retreats – you’ve heard me talk about being in flow. We experience flow when we are engaged in something that is in alignment with our deepest values and sense of purpose personally or ...
Shifting Perspective On Turbulent Waters
Standing on the coast of the Baja Peninsula of Mexico, I soaked in the power of the waves cresting and crashing on the shore. Time slowed as I watched the energy build in each wave, waiting with anticipation for the first drop to spill from the peak. A symphony arose from the breaking waves, then a soft rush as the foamy edge of ocean hurried towards my toes. The rhythmic sound was pure poetry, the sensory experience an impossible mix of salty lullaby and power drink. Jon Kabat-Zinn made it sound so easy when he ...
A Boulder of Gratitude
“You and I are both held up by dead things.” I said these words out loud with my hand on the boulder in this photograph, which I came across meandering in Colorado's Rocky Mountains this summer. It may have been my imagination, but I could have sworn that I felt a vibration from the stone acknowledging my presence. A boulder, in case you are questioning my use of the word, is any rock fragment that is bigger than 10.1 inches in diameter. My new friend was about 3 feet long, 1 foot wide, and 1 foot high. I never ...