Wednesday, March 16, 2011

JOT Day 86 - Moving On Up, To the East Side (of the Emotional Scale)

In the framework that makes sense to me about how the universe works, there's a phenomenon at work all the time that affects our experience on the planet.

Gravity falls into that category, but that's not what I am referring to.

I'm talking about the principle that's at work whether we realizeit, or acknowledge it, or not.

Some people refer to it as the law of attraction--like attracts like, things likened to itself are drawn.

I've started calling it the physics of emotion.

Because emotion is what drives this whole mechanism.

And I think that is fabulously ironic and fascinating at the same time.

Ironic because our culture is currently fueled by the power myth--might makes right, control is where it's at, and all that ineffective gesturing that has gotten us into the quagmire we are in.

Fascinating because science is beginning to discover ways to measure this phenomenon, and it's not what anyone was expecting.

I like that a lot.

Sure, it's a bit unnerving, and sure, it's a tad out of the ordinary, but hey--that's what's called for when the status quo is obviously not working.

When you know how to apply this physics of emotion, you experience the kind of day-to-day that I do--things getting better and better, more complex and deeper satisfaction, all the hallmarks of a well-lived life.

Another example of that occured today while I was on the phone with a local community organization, looking for somewhere for my son to spend some time during the summer.

The perfect opportunity presented itself. Bam.

Why? Because I've been practicing really hard on my moving-up-the-emotional-scale skills.

I've been listening to inspiring material that promotes a positive frame of mind and reinforces the big enough "Why?" to practice in the first place.

I've been catching myself when I think a less than positive thought, and doing what I can in any given moment to turn it into something that serves me, with the help of my Resistance Toys.

I've been persistent.

I've been tenacious.

I've been relentless.

All because I know the location of the pot of gold.

In my head.

 

 

 

Mar 16, 2011 5:02:05 PM | JOT

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