My dad and I talk every day. At 7:30am on the dot, Dad calls me and we chat for a few minutes. We love and value that connection each day, and since Mom died last December, we find that time each morning very comforting.
I have referenced before a book I love called “Outrageous Openness,” or “Letting the Divine Take the Lead,” by Tosha Silver. Both Dad and I have a copy, and it’s one of those books that you can pick up, put your finger on a random page and find help, humor and wisdom. To give you an idea of what this easy-reading book is all about, the fly leaf reads:
“What if the Divine is constantly igniting roadside flares to get our attention? What if there actually is a Supreme Organizing Principle with an unbridled sense of humor? And what if we each have this ardent inner suitor who’s writing us love letters every day that often go unopened?
Whether we know it or not, we all experience the touch of the Divine in our lives every single day. After twenty-five years spent consulting and advising tens of thousands of people from all over the world, Tosha Silver realized that almost all of us have similar concerns: “How do I stop worrying? How can I feel safe? Why do I feel so alone?” And often, “Who am I, really?”
“For the passionately spiritual and the bemusedly skeptical alike, she created Outrageous Openness. This delightful book, filled with wisdom and fresh perspectives, helps create a relaxed, trusting openness in the reader to discover answers to life’s big questions as they spontaneously arise.
At its heart, Outrageous Openness opens the door to a profound truth: by allowing the Divine to lead the way, we can finally put down the heavy load of hopes, fears, and opinions about how things should be. We learn how to be guided to take the right actions at the right time, and to enjoy the spectacular show that is our life.”
I don’t know about you, but despite my best efforts, I have spent an awful amount of time worrying, doubting, fearing, sorrowing and being frustrated. I’ve learned ways to moderate my worries, learned strategies to counteract negativity and so on. But my baser nature keep wanting to reset me to my original worrying self.
So, to show how this book works for me, I tested it: I just opened the book, closed my eyes, and put my finger on a page–page 109, to be exact. In a nutshell this is what it was about: a woman who was very close to her daughter, was terribly worried about her daughter’s first pregnancy. She lay awake at nights worrying about every disaster that could happen; one big worry was that some day her soon-to-be-born granddaughter would grow to hate her grandmother.
Now worry is a force just like any other energy, and you can bet that that tiny little thing was getting all kinds of bad vibes. To quote from the book, Tosha says:
“Because she and her daughter were so bound, I knew the young woman was receiving this energy and worrying even more. And then imagine what the fetus was receiving. The tiny thing is thinking, “Yo, what are you crazy people sending me? I’m just floating here in amniotic happiness. What is up with you all?”
Tosha convinced her client, the soon-to-be grandmother, to send blessings (instead of worries). She later received an email from her which said that the grandmother had created a circle of friends who got on the phone every night to mentally send her daughter light. Long story short, the birth was easy, and the baby was fine.
Now of course that may well have happened without all that light and positive energy. BUT—how can that hurt? Think about it: if we are constantly worrying, we are hurting ourselves; worst of all, we are wasting time. If instead we use that time to concentrate on sending good vibes, it nourishes us and those to whom we send it.
Back to Dad and I and our daily morning chat. We both know we are missing Mom; her voice, her presence, her smile, her wit; her very life force. This morning Dad said that he decided to let the Divine work things out, and he feels better for it. He knows that while Mom’s physical body is gone, her spirit; her very essence, is very much alive and he feels it. I do, too, and it always comforts me.
But what comforts me the most is knowing that all I need do is ask the Divine to just handle things as they should be. That way I don’t have to worry; I know that whatever the outcome is, all will be well. And just to drive the point home (for me as well as you), here’s one example of what happens when you do all you can, hit the wall and ask the Divine to help out–then let it go:
The Crankee Yankee and I were down to one car; his old truck couldn’t pass inspection as so much needed to be done on it. Our car had nearly 300,000 miles on it. Getting a new used car was simply out of the question as money was so tight. I finally stopped worrying about it and mentally sent out this thought out: “If it isn’t asking too much, can we please somehow get at least a dependable car, if not two? I don’t know how it will happen, but I’d really appreciate some help.”
And I let it go and pretty much forgot about it. When Mom went into Hospice care, she and Dad signed over their wonderful 2008 Kia Rondo to us. In the same month, a neighbor bought our old car. Later, the Crankee Yankee’s friend turned over the paperwork to his truck to him, saying that we could ‘pay as we can’ for it (at a very reasonable price, too).
Coincidence? I don’t believe in coincidences, but I do believe in positive energy. I do believe that asking for help from the Divine (or whatever/whomever you choose to call it) is there, wanting to help and waiting to help.
Test it out yourself. What could it hurt? And how much could it HELP?