It is obscene that there is just way too much to do in daily life. But the running hamster wheel and treadmill metaphor don’t necessarily hit the nail on the head either in describing our daily life because the energy of life is dynamic and automatically pulls

us into that dynamic flow. We have a difficult time understanding and accepting this mystery that works it’s way into our day amidst time management, economic, spiritual and emotional pressures and one’s corset of perception that is hard to loosen.

But if we loosen this corset that is made up of hypocrisy and humanity, the whirling dervish of mystery and energy unleashes and that power can change perceptions and create miracles.

WE loosen this corset with our “letting go” as well as holding on to our stories. We do this by telling them, documenting them and objectifying them in our books.

                 “Laura loses her husband at fifty-nine. He was her high school

                  sweetheart, and now this funnel of electricity and love has gone

                  into a different dimension. Laura posts this on one of my Facebook

                  groups. I give her my words of condolence, support and love but what

                  else can I give but a story of her husband that I never captured.

                  Elsie, my indoor cat, was found perusing the front flower box

                  as I pulled up the driveway. Quickly and calmly I got out of the

                  car to grab her and put her inside. This loss would have been

                  irreparable.

                  My daughter and son-in-law went to Tokyo for three full days and

                  two half days. My time watching my grandson was joy and

                  exhaustion in every moment because my perception radically

                  changed as my awareness altered during these days. I was

                   consumed by Xavier in a splendid way. But I felt also, in this corset

                  of mine loosening, a lifetime of loving children who are grown.

                  I have written down many of these memories, but the trick is getting

                  them into a book format and publishing them so I can remember

                  these stories any time I want. But if I can do this for myself, I too

                  unleash the power of my memories that can nourish me now.

                  Talking to my middle daughter several times about her love story

                  that has been slowly unfolding from dramatic to a healthy

                  domesticity over the past three years. Counselors, life coaches, and

                  many challenges. But talking to her, really listening to her so she

                  can uncover the root of her anxiety. That anxiety is just the sadness

                  it takes to feel our perceptions grow and change. That’s our

                  responsibility. She can’t change her partner’s patterns, but she can

                  choose her internal and external responses to the stimuli. So she

                  simply admitted she was sad. I said, “Can you feel that and let it

                  guide you to supporting you?” It’s a call-to-action for her to change

                  her narrative. So she could take action, her corset of perception

                 loosened and she had a happy ending last night.”

Wait a second, I remember now the stories I was going to tell about my cats wanting to watch over the little one. I saw it in my mind’s eye as I was laying down with Xavier to help him go to sleep. I crafted the beautiful children’s story in no time at all. The trick is getting it down on paper so I can read this story in the future. Our stories, big and small, significant and insignificance deserve the pomp and circumstance of any book published in print even if we are the only ones who read them. Remember, our corset can be loosened in our daily grind if we tell our stories and have the good sense to remember them because we have written them down or we have recorded them.