I read Dyer's Your Erroneous Zones in my late teens, early twenties. I don't remember it. Not a word. I can't recall hearing anything more about him until a few years ago. Imprisoned (by my reckoning) in a job I loathed, whose stresses I allowed to damage me, risk my relationship, and keep joy and peace totally out of reach, my wiser-than-I-realized sister gave me The Secrets of the Power of Intention. I started it, but just couldn't get myself in a place of accepting it. Sometimes there's just too much noise in our heads to hear what we need to. It wasn't until I finally escaped that job for one that is a much better fit, but added 30 minutes each way to my daily commute, that I finally started to listen to it during the drive. Twice. I'm not going to say it changed my life, but a doorway opened. One of his more recent books, Change Your Thoughts, Change Your Life: Living the Wisdom of the Tao is here on my desk as I write. He introduced me to Abraham (that same wise sister told me about them too, but I'm a slow learner), and I've been listening to an 11 CD set of Abraham's teachings for weeks during my commute. I believe the writing that's coming more insistently is a direct result of Wayne Dyer and Abraham's teachings. I feel the changes, and I'm welcoming more of them. Whatever happens with my writing, Wayne, Esther Hicks & Abraham have played a huge part, and my gratitude soars through the ether to them. And yes, to my sister, too!
September haze; I can hardly see the mountains today.
September has arrived, a fast-forward bump in the secular calendar. The summer residents we serve at my library are fleeing the the bucolic hills, lingering sunsets and long lazy days for the lives they lead the other nine months of the year. It's inevitable to associate the arrival of September as a new year; like it or not there are new clothes, new schedules, new plans. Time picks up speed as we cram the dwindling daylight hours full of work and play, although working in youth services at a library, September gives me a bit of breathing space. The state's summer reading program report has been submitted, storytimes don't resume for a couple of weeks, and I keep programming light because families are getting into the rhythm of another school year. As a child I loved the start of school (both because I was/am a geek and because school was my sanctuary from home), and September sent my heart racing. To this day the inherent promise of new notebooks and pens fill me with anticipation; don't you love the mystery and whisper of adventure to be found in the clean white pages of a new notebook? I started one today...Abraham suggests an exercise called The Book of Positive Aspects, in which one takes 10 minutes each morning to focus on and write good, positive things about parts of our lives; the premise is that by focusing energy and attention on the positive, we raise our vibration, align ourselves more fully with those good things, and attract more.
In fact, let's imagine there's a brand spanking new notebook in front of you. Open that glossy cardboard cover, pick up a pen (I'm a black or green gel pen person)...
What is the very first word YOU write???