Hafiz
It
Is all
Just a love contest
And I never
Lose.
Now you have another good reason
To spend more time
With
Me.
~ Hafiz
Just a Love Contest
Gateway of the Mind
I grew up with gates. On a ranch, a gate determines boundaries. It keeps livestock in its proper area and trespassers at bay.
You always leave a gate the way you find it. If it’s open, leave it open. If it’s closed, leave it closed. If it’s locked and you unlock it, lock it back exactly the same way. Never, ever stand on it.
I started riding with my dad on the ranch around the age of five. Inevitably we’d pull up to a gate to be opened. Usually it needed to be unlocked as well. A heavy ring of twenty keys or more would be passed to my hands, the one key specific for that job set apart for my fingers to grasp. I’d hold it tightly, hustling from the cab of the pick up to the padlock at the gate.
Forever imprinted upon me are those fumbling gate-opening moments. The truck idling, dad at the wheel, eyes upon me, watching, waiting, as I went about the business of opening. Keys into padlocks, thick iron chains unwrapping. Did the gate open in or out? Every opening process was a mini, on-stage execution, keenly observed by my father. Ever the dutiful pleaser, I longed to be quick and successful.
The worst scenario (the one I tried earnestly to avoid) would be if the truck had to go into park and dad had to climb out to help. Not that he was impatient walking over to me in his hay-covered jeans. But if he was beside me at the gate, time was up, and I had failed.
Sometimes it was simply my own nerves keeping me from being able to get the lock open, or from figuring out how to unwrap the chain. These pressures to perform were mostly imposed upon myself, and they created a bit of gate phobia lasting long into adulthood.
This past December I found myself riding shotgun with my dad again. This time I was 43, not five. But when we came to that first gate, the familiar angst rumbled around in my stomach. It’d been years since I’d unlocked a gate on the ranch, but once again, all eyes were on me, waiting. The only thing I could do was my best. Though it may sound absurd to think one would need a pep talk to open a gate, there I was, bolstering myself with “Don’t worry, you’ve got this.”
Sure enough, the first gate was easy. Whew! Dad drove through, and I closed it with ease behind him. I was soon to learn that there were new gates since I’d been gone. In the course of our round-trip excursion, I probably opened and closed gates 15 times. In each instance of pulling up to the barrier, I felt the tinge of tension. And each time I climbed out, unlocking and locking, I experienced a small success.
That day, no one knew my scary gatekeeping secret. Little did the Bohemian realize that as he snapped photos, he was documenting me in breakthrough moments. Yesterday I came across some of the shots he took of me at the gateways, and I thought to share them here as a testament to conquering fears.
This is simple evidence of just how powerful our minds can be, to either lock up in fear, or to open and walk through. Close, open. Lock, unlock. No hurry, no worry.
In the words of Napoleon Hill, “Whatever the mind of (hu)man can conceive and believe it can achieve.”
It took me 40 years, but I think I’ve finally got the gates.
Stretch to Dream
It’s 4:44am in the kitchen with the Bohemian. He’s eating oatmeal before leaving for work, I’m sipping Earl Grey from a glass mug. We’re wide awake at our typical daybreak hour but this morning we’re talking about dreams. Big ones.
Today’s pre-sunrise revelation comes as we discuss an anecdote for recurring negative thoughts. These menaces arise in all forms: worry about losing something or not having enough. Judgements about a co-worker, family member, random stranger, or ourselves. These slimy notions feel heavy and thick in body, soul and mind. They cloud our heads and deflate our spirits. Sometimes they loop in constant chatter, overwhelming and seemingly unstoppable.
My friend, Toni Childs, once termed this frequency Radio KF*CK. The mental station that pollutes our beings with negativity, only bringing us down. The control dial is within our reach, and we can choose to change the channel.
But what about the times when we’re in such a funk we don’t feel we have the power to turn that dial? We’re deep in the dumps and need some tool to find the strength to switch it.
Dream! Dream big!
This is the revelation of the morning. A suggested experiment to every person that finds themselves in a defeating thought pattern. Take it as a cue. No need to make negativity an enemy. How about seeing it as a messenger, even a friend? A true blue reminder that it’s time to dream again.
Next time Worry-wart Wayne shows up, maybe we could say something like, “Okay W, it’s true that I’m not yet sure what work I’m going to find. Yes, that’s something that needs to be figured out before this month’s rent payment. I hear you. Your message has been delivered and received. Thanks! Bye! I’m dreaming now about the work I want to be doing and how it’s going to plentifully support me.”
I’m not suggesting sitting in a room and fantasizing about your dream job is going to make the phone ring with an employment offer (though anything is possible). I’m proposing that the power of dreams, with its light-hearted, mind-expanding energy of possibility can lift us out of worry into action, moving us toward what we really want.
When we get caught in thinking only of the mess of this world, the weight of those stressful, gooey thoughts can be a simple reminder that we’re ready to dream something better. What do we want the world to be? What’s our greatest vision for this life?
Everything we see in the material world began with a vision in someone’s mind. We are living in a collection of dreams made real. There is no limit to the things we can realize.
So let’s gather the dreamers and juice up our inspirations. Let’s use our worries and fears as mere signposts pointing the way to dream better, bigger.
Let’s see how vastly we can dream and bring it into our lives, our world, our hearts, our minds.
At least that’s the inspiration for the day. I’m going to try it. Those on board with the experiment, tell me how it goes.
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