I can remember being nine or ten and standing in my father's front yard in Texas feeling a breeze that began to cool the sweat on my skin and I thought, "That's nice". And then I thought about the wind, a great gust travelling across the lake and up into Westlake Hills, seeing in my mind's eye all of the leaves moving with the breeze as it passed, and finally I saw the wind reach me on my father's lawn. And I didn't just see the wind in my imagination. I felt it, the strength of the gust billowing my skirt and dancing through my hair. I heard the leaves as they swirled at my feet. And I was convinced that I could control the wind.
I know what you're thinking. All children experience delusions of grandeur. We all imagine ourselves as something other than what we actually are. It's a part of growing up. Well, the thing is, I never really outgrew these notions. I mean I'm a rational able-minded adult who knows the laws of nature and is fully aware of my human capabilities. Yet...
I spend a lot of my time 'day dreaming'. I call it day dreaming because that's the rational explanation for what I do. But actually I think of it more like manifesting. I think about things I'd like to happen and I believe that this is helps them come to fruition. I've read The Secret. I'm well versed in the laws of attraction. I understand the science behind what I'm doing but I am also aware that many people would find this practice absurd. I actually missed the exit to the airport the other day because I was in the middle of thinking about how great it feels to book a national commercial. I was practically crying with joy at the very IDEA of getting a commercial and suddenly I'm aware also that I'm missing my exit and I come crashing back to reality feeling more than a little silly. I guess I shouldn't 'day dream' while driving.
So what, right? So I spend a significant part of my day with my head in the clouds so to speak. I also spend the rest of my time actively working to make my dreams happen. I guess it all evens out.
You want to know the really embarrassing part? Well, sometimes when I'm outdoors, alone, and I feel a breeze on my cheek I think about the wind. And I try once again to see it through my mind's eye and exert my control over the air.
And you know what? I'm not at all convinced that I don't have that power. I haven't been proved wrong yet.
