I read something to day that really brought home just how incredible we are as human beings. Brad Yates talked about an analogy between people and a grand piano. “I think human beings are like grand pianos—incredible creations capable of producing wonderful music.” I add or whatever good thing they dream of and work toward. Our self-talk can derail our dreams; uproot our fragile seedlings of beginnings before they get a chance to grow at all.
Think of some one you know and respect – your hero – be it Michelangelo or Bach, Beethoven, Natalie Goldberg, Kenny G, Abraham Lincoln, Thomas Jefferson, Ronald Regan, Suzanne Lieurance, Jack Canfield, Joe Vitale—whatever field they are in – Do you think they had a special break, or the luck of the draw?
Chances are they worked, faced defeat and rejection numerous times before they “won”. Joe Vitale was down and out, homeless, penniless, he's worth millions today. Not by luck, but through hard work and following his dream.
Not everyone can climb Mt. Everest, or design an Empire State building, Or be the thing someone else already is – I read a church billboard that said “Be Yourself—[the best you, you can be] — everyone else is already taken.” That is enough. That is what you should be. But, do not go to your grave with your music, your talent, still trapped inside you.
“Imagine a world where people felt free to share their grandest music…” Yates
A Pegasus unicorn combination statue stands proudly on my bookcase across the room from a west facing window. When I opened the drapes this morning, the sun barely up on the East side of the house a glow of soft peach/rose light spot-lighted the Pegasus Unicorn. It seemed to glow from within. I had to pause to reflect on what it might mean for my day. I offered a prayer of gratitude for the beautiful vision it created as it reflected in a small circular mirror framed in pink lace that my young daughter had etched for me years ago. It was an experience that will probably never repeat. It warmed my heart with joy and wonder. Everyday should start like this. "Day by day, in every way, I'm getting better and better." Emile Coue And life seems to be rejoicing for me. http://www.erotiquepress.com/direct/buy-erp-cs-dt.htm www.cricket-sawyer.com http://cricketshearth.blogspot.com Valentine Express Buy Link http://www.erotiquepress.com/direct/buy-erp-cs-ve.htm
Have you ever heard of her? Hannah Fox lived back when women were strong in more than one way. Her harrowing tale begins while she was helping her brother clear cut timber from their mother's property to build a better log cabin back in colonial Rhode Island.
I know they were strong women, I know they were pretty independent to survive in the wild wilderness that America was before settlers arrived in hordes. Many of the gutsy women who carve their own way in our world with many avenues to assist them are strong but in different ways. Hannah's world was dangerous.
One winter day as her brother needed to head to the nearest town before the next blizzard and a winter already begun, Hannah stayed behind to finish felling trees in an area they had yet to clear.
Let me back up, have you ever heard of a loggers' term called a 'widow maker'? That's when a tree gets hung up in another tree in a dangerous angle. When the logger tries to free the tree, the trunk sometimes shifts and hits the wary woodsman many times killing him. Hannah didn't have a widow maker - at least she was reasonably sure that the tree she felled was hung up in another tree's branches could be easily extricated.
She climbed the ten feet up into the tree to cut the wayward branch with her axe - as luck would have it the whole tree shifted. She rolled off the tree trunk and the gash she had made in the branch closed on her hand pinning her left fingers in it's crushing grip. She tried and failed to retrieve the axe. Her feet dangling inches from the ground, held by the fingers wedged in the crotch of the branch where she tried to cut lose the tree she had climbed. She resigned herself to freezing to death in the dark winter night. Her brother would think she was safe at home, her mother would think she was safe with her brother. Hannah prayed.
After she had fallen asleep she heard distant bells that woke her. She screamed for help with all the breath she had left in her to no avail. The bells, whatever they were, whoever was ringing them vanished as they had come suddenly. She decided it was foolish to hang there until death caught up with her. She retrieved a jack knife from her apron pocket and proceeded to cut her fingers off at the knuckles where they had lodged in the branch.
Once on the ground she wrapped her hand in a strip of her skirt and headed the mile back home.
I've seen the results of the widow maker in one of our young neighbors - half his face is now steel plate and he spent many weeks in recovery after days in and out of a coma. He was lucky to survive. Was he any braver than Hannah? He survived, she survived. Would I have had the courage to do what she did? I just don't know. But, it gives me pause for thought. How about you?