Ha! Delusions

Still in bed (what else at 3:00 on a chilly morning with twenty pounds of cat pinning me down), I thought about Oprah Winfrey and Diana Gabaldon and their extraordinary success. Looking at their faces in my mind’s eye I realized an unpleasant truth about myself. My personal vibration throughout the years has been pretty low and dismal, all the time I was congratulating myself on what a wonderful little girl I was.

Gains of Recognition

My fairy godmother gave me some wonderful gifts: a sense of humor, a love of language and words, my ability to find great interest in damn near anything, and a basic good nature. I chose to underplay them in favor of an attitude painted more with more negative colors than positive. Nevertheless, I feel myself blessed because here I am at seventy-two feeling my exciting life is just beginning instead of coming to an end.

It’s a rollercoaster of ups and downs; yet, I am definitely improving my practice of releasing resistance. Now, I recognize that fatigue is often the result of resistance rather than the expenditure of energy with activity.

I sense from scraps of experience that the benefit of aging is that diminishment of youthful power and energy forces us to change our focus from relying upon ourselves to relying upon a greater power: that I think of as universal power. The same power that keeps the sun rising in the morning and the galaxies expanding.

As we age we may have one crucial choice to make each day: release resistance to allow the flow of universal energy, or shore up our resistance and move forward fueled with only a trickle of life force.