In the middle of no where….

Yesterday, I was involved in an accident. Fortunately, it was a very minor thing but it was still a bit shattering emotionally. I believe everything happens for a reason. Listening on my recent trip, moving when I felt inspired worked perfectly and all sorts of magic occurred.

Yesterday, I looked at a box I put together several weeks ago to mail to a friend. It’s been sitting there as I took off to Kansas to see my parents, came back to yard work, and got busy with other things. Yesterday, it screamed at me, “Today! Take me to the Post Office!” I obliged by going through to make sure everything was in there, typing up a note to put with it, and writing out a mailing label.

Putting in a note is important to me. Occasionally I get a package from a friend that doesn’t include anything personal. That’s always felt weird to me, sort of like getting a printed Christmas Card inside a printed envelope with a printed brief message and a printed photo. Those cards feel like a formality, “Do the Christmas card thing: check” rather than an attempt for any sort of personal interaction.

Occasionally, i get I packet from a client including a personalized note. That note took seconds to write but those notes always carry deeper meaning than what was sent!

So I took the time to write a note and say hello, taped up the package and headed to the Post Office. One block form my home, I stopped at the stop sign. Looking both ways and seeing a clear path, I started across the intersection only to look up and see a motor cycle right in front of me!!! I stopped but we still had a slight collision! I was dumbfounded by the fact that I had clearly looked right and seen NOTHING coming my way! How could that be possible???

Then again, if everything happens for a reason, there is a reason this happened at the exact moment and circumstance it did. I was emotionally shocked and then had to deal with the adrenaline rush following any trauma. Fortunately, the motorcycle driver was fine, her bike had a dent in the cargo box and the plexiglass shield broke when the bike fell over.

Moving to the side of the road and out of traffic, I heard her say, “I’ll die on this thing one day”. WOW, I was surprised. There is a power to the words we speak! Once the adrenaline rush wore off and emergency staff arrived, we got all the accident details worked out, I wondered if I cooperated in this accident because it could be gentle? There is a power to words and life shows up in relation to our expectations! I’ve known that as an athlete, I’ve known that as a speaker, and I’ve learned to be very aware of the words I speak and the thoughts that accompany them as they form my life.

What we speak and think becomes self-fulfilling. Only experiences and events in alignment with where we are can show up in our lives. We don’t even notice anything else. Focusing on the possible, dreaming the impossible, finding the positive in every moment, noticing the things in life to be grateful for and to appreciate, those choices all create a positive vibration in life. Focusing on what’s wrong, what’s hurting, what there is to worry about, what’s wrong in the world, all those thoughts create a vibration as well.

Both vibrations attract what shows up in our lives! Remember the often referred to quote from “Whether you think you can or think you can’t – you’re right’. Or the following play on words.

“You can find yourself in the middle of no where.

OR

In the middle of no where, you can find yourself!”

Pay attention to what you pay attention to! Notice the words that come out of your mouth. What story are you telling? What vibration are you bringing into your life with that story? What story do you want to be telling?

My friend Jill forwarded a video to me from YouTube about “The Power of Words”. I’m posting it here for your enjoyment:

A haunting question

Today, with so much time on my hands and with my trip feeling it is changing into a new phase, I had a bit of a haunting question pop up. After traveling like this for three and a half months, how will I ever fit back into my old life and existence?

New friends every day, new foods, the smells and sounds and sights are very different each day and I feel like I’m walking through a National Geographic special some days. After only two nights at the Hotel Bimi Palapa, the staff came out laughing and telling me good bye when I left. I don’t have any staff at home!

Walking down the streets here, whether in Malaysia or Indonesia, I’m often met by rather stern facial expressions. Today, when I walked to the Cake House for coffee and a roll before leaving, I sat in front for 10 minutes waiting for them to open. I watched expressionless faces meet and make no contact. But when they looked at me and I smiled back, they erupted into a full on bright eye full face smile and a head nod.

In the US, when I smile at strangers, I’m often greeted by ether a downward and away turn of the head or a suspicious look. Here feels better than there on the smile front.

Now, I’m wondering if I’ve been bored and stagnant in Colorado? I’m never tired here no matter how much walking I do or how much traveling I do. Normally, I’m up until 11:00 or later and awake with morning call to prayers around 4:30 a.m. I doze back to sleep a bit after that but normally am up at 6:00 am. That’s very different from my routine at home where I can get 10 hours of sleep and still feel tired.

Am I more engaged in “life” here? Is everything so new there is constantly something new to experience or notice or engage with? I don’t have an answer at this point, only a pondering.

I’m reminded of the old story about the “boiled frog” syndrome. I heard about it years ago when I first started facilitating. It goes like this:

If you put a frog into cold water, place the pan of water on a heat source, and very gradually raise the temperature of the water. The frog will become so comfortable and relaxed by the warm water, it won’t realize the rising temperature will kill it until it is too late. The lethargic from has literally been lulled to death, no energy reserve to fight for life any longer so it dies in the boiling water.

However, if you take a frog and put it into a pan of hot water, it will jump and claw and scratch attempting to get out knowing it’s in danger. No lethargy, no mellow apathetic response, it fights for life.

I’m wondering if my life has taken on some of the “boiled frog” syndrome and certainly plan to be aware of that when I return.

Speaking of boiling, I was in an air conditioned restaurant earlier where I was sweating while the locals around me were wearing long sleeve shirts and jackets or hooded sweat shirts. So difference is one persons experience from another’s. In the past two days, I’ve only seen four other tourist/non-Indonesian travelers. While I was sitting in the AC restaurant near a window, I felt vaguely like a lion in the zoo. People walking by would suddenly notice me, bump their friends on the shoulder, and their pace slowed as they all turned to gawk.

Some days, I feel a little annoyed by the attention. I let that go quickly and find more fun in smiling or waving back.

Now, for that flight….