With compassion and love too.
I find it fun and somewhat funny to read what was (obviously now) limiting thinking in the past.
After chuckling about them, limiting beliefs from the past can help us realize that they are not funny when we are being limited by them. Here are a few examples:
“Louis Pasteur’s theory of germs is ridiculous fiction.” ~ Pierre Pachet, Professor of Physiology at Toulouse, 1872
“This ‘telephone’ has too many shortcomings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. The device is inherently of no value to us.” ~ a Western Union internal memo, 1876
“I think there is a world market for maybe five computers.” ~ Thomas Watson, Chairman of IBM, 1943
“There is no reason why anyone would want a home computer.” ~ Ken Olson, President, Chairman, and Founder of Digital Equipment Corp., 1977
“It will be years — not in my time — before a woman will become Prime Minister.” ~ Margaret Thatcher, 1974
As we all know, germs are real, telephones and computers are everywhere, and Margaret Thatcher was able to release her limiting thinking and become Prime Minister.
Let’s uncover and release our own limiting beliefs, such as “I’m not enough,” and see what we become.
Isn’t it amazing how wisdom speaks to us in so many ways?
Have you ever had a song suddenly start playing in your mind? I’m pretty sure we’ve all had this experience sometime. It happened to me this morning with Peter, Paul, and Mary’s folk version of Rock My Soul.
Oh rock my soul…
So high can’t get over it
So low can’t get under it
So wide can’t get round it
Oh rock my soul…
I hadn’t heard this song since 1969, when a hundred or so other St. Bonaventure students and I sang along with The Wooden Nickel performances on Saturday nights at the O.H. in Olean, New York.
Back then, I didn’t know what the “it” was in
“can’t get over it…under it…or round it.”
And I still don’t know for sure.
But this morning I got a clue–at least about what “it” meant to me in the moment.
I was feeling a deep hurt.
When the song started “playing,”
it felt like wisdom, gently guiding.
“Don’t try to ignore, deny, or stifle the hurting,” it said.
“You can’t climb over it, sneak under it, or run around it.
And it’s best not to.”
Upon hearing the inner music, I got it.
It is what it is and I need to let it be… as another song goes, speaking words of wisdom.
Let it be. Let it be, sang the Beatles.
Yes. Let it be.
When hurt fills you, what do you do?
Perhaps these songs sound true for you too.
Instead of trying to escape or suppress pain,
we can breathe, let it be,
and let ourselves be cradled in compassion
and rocked by Love Itself.
Wishing you all of life’s gifts and wonders, today and every day.
And, may your soul be gently rocked.
In the Oscar-winning film, Titanic, steerage-class character Jack Dawson dines in first-class with some of the world’s wealthiest movers and shakers. When he is asked about how he makes his way in the world, in light of his poor social and financial standing, he makes it clear that he sees his life as rich. He explains that he has all that he needs within himself and with what is at hand, namely: his art supplies and the surroundings of each moment.
“I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it,” says Dawson, and he commits to making each day count.
Dawson’s perspective reminds me of my brother, Keith, and his particular way of “making each day count.”
About 5 years ago, Keith started what he calls his “photo of the day” practice. It began when Keith had an epiphany experience–one that we all have when we realize that much time has passed in our lives.
That wake-up experience led Keith to take one photo each day, in a certain way. His intention was to pause, savor a moment, and honor it by recording it. While some of his photos capture sunsets, record his garden in bloom, and show his dogs at play, many are reminders of seemingly mundane moments: a sunny-side egg frying in a pan, a just-poured glass of beer, water flowing from the shower head.
“It’s not about waiting for peak experiences or the high-points each day,” says Keith. “I just want to stop and appreciate ordinary moments.”
He explains that, now and then, he really “gets it” that there are no ordinary moments. They’re all magnificent.
Deep down we all know this. But we forget.
May we become better and better at remembering.