Everyone has days when life seems too big to handle. You know–too much to do, too many interruptions, too many problems, too many people depending on you–just too much of everything. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been tempted to climb on my horse, ride off into the sunset and never look back. Fortunately, I don’t own a horse, have limited experience in riding one and I’m not particularly adventurous when it comes to braving the elements.
A few years ago, we had a four-generation household which isn’t all that unusual these days. I was taking care of an ill and aging parent, a son who was off work because of a shoulder injury and an extremely energetic grandchild. As those of you who have been in similar situations know, these multiple-generation households can get a bit stressful. Especially for the caregiver. I couldn’t change the situation. This was my family and I was thankful we were able to offer them a place to live. But I was desperate for a little serenity. Serenity can be illusive. Particularly when Matlock is blaring from the television in the family room and Sponge Bob Squarepants is blaring from the television upstairs. The acoustics in a house with tiled floors and vaulted ceilings can be enough to make your head explode.
Strangely enough, I found my road to serenity by listening to the television. Some psychic was on a talk show and she said that every New Year’s Eve she would write down on a piece of paper what she wanted to happen during the coming year, set it on fire and send the ashes into the Universe. It wasn’t going to cost me anything and I had reached a point where I figured anything was worth a try.
I have to admit that I felt a little ridiculous, but on Dec. 31, I wrote down the words, Grant me peace and serenity on a piece of notebook paper, put a match to it, set it on an old plate and watched it burn. (I would recommend doing this outside) After the ashes cooled, I dumped them in the backyard which I decided was the easiest way of giving them back to the Universe. I wasn’t really expecting it to work, but for some unfathomable reason it did. There were still challenges. With four males from the ages of 4 to 81, three dogs, three cats and me, all living in the same household, there had to be moments of chaos. But I was better able to deal with them, my mind stayed relatively calm and my sanity remained mostly intact.
After reading The Laws of Attraction and The Secret I realized that the principles are much the same, though they take it much further than I do and I’ve never asked the Universe for material things. I’m not particularly analytical and I’ve decided that it doesn’t really matter why it works. As long as it does, I’m going to keep on doing it.
You may think I’m a little nuts and I probably am, but my suggestion is to try it and see what happens. It doesn’t have to be on New Year’s Eve. I don’t think the Universe imposed any restrictions on when this can be done. You do need to exercise a little caution as you do anytime you’re dealing with fire. As an example, last summer, I was seriously ill (I hadn’t been keeping up with my little bonfires) and in the hospital. My daughter-in-law and best friend came to see me. After they left, they lit papers in my backyard, asked the Universe for my recovery, and managed set the tablecloth on my patio table on fire. Fortunately, they were able to put it out before any major damage was done. The next day, they told me about it and I almost laughed my tubes out. Did it work? I’m still here.
So what do you guys think about this whole thing? (1)Am I little nuts? (2)Is it a coincidence? (3)Or is there a larger force at work here that we can connect with and direct our lives accordingly?