I read the children's book, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz over the weekend. As with most books converted to film there is so much more in the book. Dorothy on her hero's journey to return home discovers after all her adventures that she always had the power to go home. The scarecrow demonstrates his wisdom long before he gets his brains from the wizard, the Tin Man is already kind and the lion, my favourite character in the film, was brave already.
At my weekly guided meditation on Tuesday night, the tutor ended the session with the question, "What do I want?" I nearly fell off my chair. When I questioned her, she told me that by putting the question out to the universe the answer will come back; it could be the next day or in 18 months time. I asked if the answer came back 18 months down the road how was I know that it was in answer to my question. She admitted she didn't know but somehow it worked.
"What do I want?" is exactly what am I am asking myself these past several years. It irritates me when on Facebook that cheery, unrealistic mantra, "Follow your dream" pops up. It assumes a) you have a dream and b) you know what it is. Is a person boring or lacking in spiritual depth if they don't have a dream? It's a lucky person that knows exactly what they want because then they can at least take the first step. As far as I can see most people are making it up as they go along.
I've registered for the Cork City Marathon which takes place on Sunday June 4th. Every year since 2012 I register for the half marathon but secretly want to go for the full but I'm scared. This year my son, Tom announced before Christmas, in an effort to beef up his employment prospects, he was doing the marathon. It was the shot in the arm I needed. I signed up too. We are following the Hal Higdon programme Novice 1 level. Tom runs in the fresh air and rain whereas I do mine in the comfort of the gym with ready access to toilet, water and coffee. The marathon is not a dream, it's more of a curiosity to see if I can do it.
I was talking to a friend this morning about self help books and he remembers one he picked up in the library years ago which said in its introduction, '90% of the content of this book you know already.' That's one very honest book. In my brain, heart and mind I know that's true but I still wouldn't mind meeting my own Glinda, the good witch of the North and getting her opinion. Sometimes it's easier to have no choice and just keep going until you meet a flying monkey or a talking scarecrow...
At my weekly guided meditation on Tuesday night, the tutor ended the session with the question, "What do I want?" I nearly fell off my chair. When I questioned her, she told me that by putting the question out to the universe the answer will come back; it could be the next day or in 18 months time. I asked if the answer came back 18 months down the road how was I know that it was in answer to my question. She admitted she didn't know but somehow it worked.
"What do I want?" is exactly what am I am asking myself these past several years. It irritates me when on Facebook that cheery, unrealistic mantra, "Follow your dream" pops up. It assumes a) you have a dream and b) you know what it is. Is a person boring or lacking in spiritual depth if they don't have a dream? It's a lucky person that knows exactly what they want because then they can at least take the first step. As far as I can see most people are making it up as they go along.
I've registered for the Cork City Marathon which takes place on Sunday June 4th. Every year since 2012 I register for the half marathon but secretly want to go for the full but I'm scared. This year my son, Tom announced before Christmas, in an effort to beef up his employment prospects, he was doing the marathon. It was the shot in the arm I needed. I signed up too. We are following the Hal Higdon programme Novice 1 level. Tom runs in the fresh air and rain whereas I do mine in the comfort of the gym with ready access to toilet, water and coffee. The marathon is not a dream, it's more of a curiosity to see if I can do it.
I was talking to a friend this morning about self help books and he remembers one he picked up in the library years ago which said in its introduction, '90% of the content of this book you know already.' That's one very honest book. In my brain, heart and mind I know that's true but I still wouldn't mind meeting my own Glinda, the good witch of the North and getting her opinion. Sometimes it's easier to have no choice and just keep going until you meet a flying monkey or a talking scarecrow...