A Holiday Perspective
We recently returned from the Miraval Health Resort and Spa in Tucson Arizona where we were probably the only guests to order Bloody Mary’s for the ride to the airport. I was asked to speak which paid for the stay, but what I hoped to get out of the time there was perspective.
I wanted perspective on what is going on in our world, and how what I do relates to it. I wanted perspective on why we have been so fortunate this past year when according to the news, so many have not. I wanted perspective that only comes from time alone, in a dessert, with a shaman chanting, beating drums, shaking rattles and sticking pins in your body.
The service I am describing is called a “spirit flight” and it was, so I was told emphatically, going to change my life. My spirit was supposed to take flight but my chiropractor tells me it must have gotten caught between my T3 and T5.
So last night I chose my perspective enhancement of choice: Vicodin. It works. Especially with a nice single malt scotch. With a cup of Senna Leaf Tea you avoid the restraint of the bowel and move though the next day with a fluid disposition. Just the kind of perspective I like. Peace, tranquility and a happy colon.
I’ve felt lately,however, fear. Not for myself or my life, but fear in general -- from the media. You can see it in people's faces. And more irritating, in how they drive. I keeping hearing about fear for the economy, fear of the weather, fear of collapse, fear of attack…fear. "The sky is falling," said Chicken Little.
As FDR said at the height of the depression in his inaugural address “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” Words that will be repeated or rephrased, I am sure, on January 20th. Fear feeds whatever is sown in its name so I choose to plant, instead, positive expectancy and fertilize it with confidence. That's my kind of garden.
I don’t like to be fed fear. Nor do I want to spread it. I’d rather give energy and power to the positive. To the improvement. To the betterment of the world through the perfect shade of lipstick. Yes, that is where my perspective lies. Does it look good on you?
Fear flatters none of us. Fear makes your butt look big. I say buy not into this season’s fear trend but recycle your confidence. Listen and heed when you hear the words Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. Joy to the World. Peace on Earth.
And…my personal favorite: Bottoms up!
