Dance of the Abundant Heart

<BODY><script> (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-47423994-1', 'fortunecity.ws'); ga('send', 'pageview'); </script> <center> <br> <div> <script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.broadcaststation.net/ads/show_ad.php?width=728&height=90"></script> </div> </center> <IMG SRC="../graphics/spacer.gif" WIDTH="1" HEIGHT="1"> <H1 ALIGN="CENTER">Dance of the Abundant Heart</H1> <BLOCKQUOTE> <P>Whatever you vividly imagine, ardently desire, sincerely believe, and enthusiastically act upon must inevitably come to pass. Anon. </P> <P>One of the analogies I use to describe life is that of a river. There are two ways to go: upstream/Fear and downstream/Love. Those times in my life when I judge everything to be going wrong, I characterize as trying to swim upstream. There is a lot of effort involved for very little movement. Logs float down and run into me. I tire quickly from the exertion. Nothing looks good. Life is hard.</P> <P>Then there are those times when I am in the flow. I picture it as floating downstream. Sometimes I hang onto those logs that used to hammer me. I am relaxed, rested. Everything runs smoothly. The sky is a beautiful blue, the trees are a vibrant green. Peace reigns.</P> <P>Then there are those times when I am in the flow. I picture it as floating downstream. Sometimes I hang onto those logs that used to hammer me. I am relaxed, rested. Everything runs smoothly. The sky is a beautiful blue, the trees are a vibrant green. Peace reigns. What is going on in me. </P> <P>Do I trust that my actions are right and perfect or do I hammer myself for what is happening?</P> <P>One sunny morning I discovered my car had a flat tire as we left for my sons' soccer game. Since I believed my wrench was lost, we walked. A friend gave us a lift home and a wrench. As I changed the tire, we found my wrench. A visit to the tire shop for repairs resulted in a decision to replace both front tires.</P> <P>Now, here is the upstream version of events: Cursing the tire for being flat. Dragging the kids two miles to the soccer field. Then finding we had the wrench. Having to swallow my pride to ask for help. Paying out money for tires I can't afford. Focussing on my bad luck and wondering what will happen next. Why is this happening?</P> <P>I feel tired and worn just thinking this way.</P> <P>I prefer the downstream version. I am grateful the tire took me over 70,000 km safely. On a beautiful warm morning, we get some extra time together. I know how good I feel when I help someone. Now my friends have a choice to experience those same wonderful emotions. The money will be there. I am curious and fascinated by this series of events.</P> <P>Two days later I received an insight that satisfied my curiosity. As I drove over a bridge, the car three in front of me crashed. Traffic stopped suddenly. I figure there was two inches between my bumper and the next. Would the old tires have stopped me safely? Ha. I'll take two new tires over a new front end.</P> <P>This November I am stepping out of my comfort zone and leading a unique seminar, "Opening the Abundant Heart". What if the world is really different from what we think? What if we are the reason we don't have what we want in our lives? It is a time for exploring, playing, and growth. I invite you to join me. </P> <P><FONT SIZE="-1">©1998 Al Rights Reserved. Scott Paton</FONT></P></BLOCKQUOTE> </BODY>