Ok, so yesterday’s post wasn’t the traditional “How to…” sort of piece, even if the title might have said something about how to have a prayer answered. Through writing that entry I realized how it’s ridiculous it is to obsess about how to formulate the perfect request for God. We are so much more likely to connect with our dreams when we actively work to convince the Universe to conspire on our behalf.
But, if it is impossible to develop a plan to get the Powers-That-Be to give you exactly what you want, it may at least be possible to devise a mantra that will help to shift your consciousness and get you out of your own way.
Forgive me if I use “mantra” too loosely. I suppose I am really talking about affirmations, but even if Stuart Smalley has moved on to the Senate floor, I cannot use that word without thinking “I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!” Whatever you call it, I have learned that there is better way to construct that little phrase that you invite to rattle about in your brain dozens of times per day.
In my training as an energy healer, we talk a lot about stresses on the system. Body, mind, and spirit are constantly assaulted by our environment, our diet, our social interactions, and even the words that we use.
The affirmations that people choose are often spiked with stress. “I am thin” is a pretty painful sentiment when you feel anything but.
So, the key is to try to include the word “becoming.”
To say “I am healthy” when you are struggling with a diagnosis that you know is as dire as it is correct is a stressor – lies always are. Do not pretend that you have already arrived in your ideal state. Instead, allow yourself to be in the midst of an evolutionary process, moving incrementally toward your goal. “Becoming” is a delicious, dynamic state. And it should be forgiving word since you are the only one who has to measure your progress.
My newest mantra? Offered to me by my teacher at class last weekend: Every day, in every way I am becoming patient and in control.
In the middle of the night when I am beside myself because I cannot figure out why Moira is crying or convince her to stop, I can’t be fooled into thinking I’ve got it all together. I am willing to believe that I am on a journey, however. A journey furthered by each deep, peaceful breath. A journey toward being a patient mother who may not be able to control the world but who can at least be in control of her reactions to all of the challenges that an infant can conjure at 1:30 a.m.
It’s getting time for resolutions and all of those words of the year. If brevity is not on your side and you feel you need a whole sentence maybe there is some bliss to be found in becoming?