At any given moment, it seems like I have a gazillion thoughts running rampant in my mind. They sometimes remind me of pick up stix.  I have heard that the human brain experiences approximately 70,000 thoughts every day.  Sometimes they are so subtle that we don’t even notice them.  At this moment, mine are “oh, I notice the clicks of my fingers on the keys, the coo of the mourning dove outside my window, my stomach growling pre-breakfast, that I have alot to get done today, including this article, a coaching client at 11, going into the office for the rest of the day, noticing a sheer vest that I had washed last night, hanging to dry on the spiral staircase that I see from my open bed room door, and that I need to restart the dryer to dry the rest of the clothes that I had put in last night,  that I need to run some errands before the client appointment, that a car door just closed, the gentle hum of the laptop, a slight sense of fatigue after a long weekend away….” And so it goes. Interesting as I consider it, that those thoughts are what I would deem ‘positive’…good start to my day. There are certainly times throughout the day when they give way to frustrating, uggghhhh, how the heck did THAT happen, what was I thinking, come on Universe, let’s get it together mental meanderings. It’s then that I remember that just as Dorothy always had it within her to whisk herself from Oz to Kansas, so too do I have the means to bring myself back home.

This weekend I both attended and spoke at the CCBC Women’s Conference in Catonsville, MD. There were likely thousands of folks there over the two day span with a central message of empowerment. I was on stage the first day, offering a message called Peeling Off The Layers To Reveal The Goddess In The Mirror. As is often the case, even if I have an agenda, outline, some general idea of what I want to say,  I find myself ‘ordering off the menu’, getting beckoned to share something that may seem like a non-sequitur, but people somehow follow along, nodding and smiling. I call it being in the flow and just loving the process wherever it leads me. I offered to the group that sometimes I don’t feel like the image of a Goddess and on my way over Saturday morning, I wondered why my shirt felt funny. I looked down and noticed that it was on backward.  I went into the bathroom to turn it around and take a pre-presentation pee and saw that my underwear was on inside out! That I left as is.  No such thing as TMI between friends and who knows how many readers here.

One of the organizers, Ginny Presley Robertson was speaking about the concept of Getting Out Of Your Own Way. I sat with rapt attention, since at times, I am the most boulder- like blockage in my own path. She said something that triggered a thought in my head, that we all have ‘perception deficit disorder’ which is indeed a close cousin to attention deficit disorder. What we perceive becomes our default reality. When I look at people and circumstances through the eyes of fear or doubt, the world beceomes a scary place with monsters lurking around every corner. When I shift perception (which is the way A Course In Miracles defines a miracle), the monsters disappear in a puff of smoke and to quote my favorite line from Neverending Story, “It’s like the nothing ever was.”