Tuesday, February 14, 2017

To Fellow Travelers



About twenty years ago when I first heard of the Tony Robbins firewalk, I said, “When someone offers a seminar on walking on water I’ll take it.  I am not walking on fire.”

And then, in November I faced the burning coals, and said, “I’m doing this even if it burns my feet off.”

When the seminar assistant said, “Step on the grass—a strip of grass just before the coals--I stepped on the grass and looked at a glowing strip of red-hot embers before me.  Without hesitation, I gave my chest a thump and stepped out.

It was as easy as walking on popcorn.

As it is with most fears, the hard part is worrying about doing it. It is taking that first step, wondering if you will make it, shall I face my fear or retreat into my comfort zone?

And then you do it, and say, “Hey, that wasn’t so bad. That was easy.”

You are jubilant. 

With the firewalk, you are greeted on the other side by welcoming arms and congratulations, and the ones who have completed their walk are happy as a bunch of otters on a creek bank, laughing, hugging each other and greeting the walkers.

I saw a boy, about twelve years old, and asked, “Did you walk on the fire?”

“Yep.”

The idea of the firewalk is to teach that you can change your state of conscious in an instant. You are afraid, you do it, and in the process, you change your physical state, your emotional state, and your belief system.

Isn’t that the way it is with most unknown scary events? When a challenge presents itself, you wonder if you are up to the task.  Shall I take the first step? Shall I begin that business?  What if I fail?

 You won’t burn your feet off.

Why do we do what we do?

To read more, Please go to www.traveling-thru-life.com  scroll down to the picture of stairs.

 To You,  fellow traveler.

Make it work!

Monday, February 6, 2017

Ready?

I can see it. It’s about to happen.

The cat is eyeing my desk from his perch, and about to make the leap.



Here I am using, for the first time, a little desk built into the laundry room of our new home.  If the cat decides to recline in sublime comfort on it as he did on my previous desk—now in the garage--we would feel the constricted space similar to 16 people in a phone booth.

After sleeping about 12 hours night before last, I awakened this morning at 4 a.m. So, here we are, or here I am, in the early morning quiet visiting with you.

Prop your feet up, have some coffee, soon we will get dirt between our toes as we travel-thru-life. 

Right now, for me, my title, Traveling-thru-life, is more like Staggering-thru-life. Not that I am inebriated, but with cleaning the other house, moving, and painting this one—I am in a state of emotional inebriation. I have to aim carefully to walk through a doorway.


Are you ready?



Good Medicine coming your way...www.traveling-thru-life.com