Do you ever feel that no matter how much you strive for perfection, there’s just no reaching the place you have in your mind for what PERFECT looks like?
When I don’t achieve my idea of PERFECT, I partake in what I like to call my daily beat-myself-up practice. You know, it’s like a meditation practice or daily exercise, except that it’s the repeated inner gloomy spiels and negativity I throw at my self, much like throwing spaghetti at the wall to see if it sticks. Well, let
Last summer my niece showed me a magic trick where she made her father levitate. He lay on what looked like a board covered by a sheet. A group of about six of us huddled outside on the lawn at dusk and watched mesmerized as his body rose up into the air. My niece stood behind him, her arms hovering above. I could see her little legs under the board with her father on it, so I knew that he was actually rising. At least that's what it looked like to me. "How did you do that?"