Train Your Brain
I am sitting at the table, staring out the window at the snow-covered ground and leafless trees. Baby Beautiful hops in from the other room and asks, “Whatcha doin’?”
“It’s time for another letter, and I’m sitting here waiting for inspiration,” I reply.
“Well, I don’t ‘member meeting Inspiration, but I know you have to write on paper to make a letter. And I don’t think you’re s’posed to be watching TV when you’re doing your homework,” she says.
She continues, “I think you should write about practicing. You been talking about it all week. ‘Member when we watched the Olympics and you talked about all the training and practicing the athletes do? You can write about thinking training.”
“I can write about what?” I ask.
“Thinking training,” she replies. “Aren’t you listening? Rev. Carole talks about it all the time, and the authors of the books you read write about it. The way you think is the way your behind follows.
“Do you know where you’re going with this, Baby Beautiful?” I ask her.
“No, but you’ll figure it out,” she replies. “you told me that you wrote impatience on a piece of paper you put into the Burning Bowl back in January. You wanted to be free of impatience when dealing with the people in your life. Well, I’ve heard how you’ve dealt with a few of them in the past few weeks, and you need to be in Olympic thinking training.”
“You’re right,” I reply. “I haven’t been living up to my mental image of myself.”
“As soon as you start getting riled up, you need to yell at yourself STOP! Whoa! Then tell your brain over and over, I am a loving, patient person, wife, grandma or whatever. See, thinking training. Practice God mind. Let go of error thinking. Practice, practice, practice. Bulk up your brain muscles. Go straight to the loving, patient part of your brain and turn it on. Rah! Rah! Rah!”
“Why are you still staring out the window?” she asks.
“I’m waiting for inspiration so I can start writing the letter to my friends,” I reply.
Baby Beautiful looks out the window. “You’ve been waitin’ a long, long time. I don’t think she’s coming. Now pay attention to me ‘cuz I can’t talk to you all day. I have to practice standing on one leg. Big flamingos can stand on one leg, but babies have to practice a lot to do it. That’s why I have all these pillow tied to me. I fall over a lot. But, I practice, practice, practice.”
Baby Beautiful continues, “Now let’s get down to the real biggie.”
“Ah, do we have to?” I ask.
“Yes! You really have to. When you get things out in the open and look and talk about them, they lose their power. Deal with things head on. You can do it! Yes, you can!”
“Well, you know,” I say, “I saw a former family member at a distance in a store several weeks ago. I thought I had resolved my feelings towards this person in the three years since I had last seen him. Girl, was I wrong! I felt betrayal and hurt looking at him and found myself crying and wanting to run up to him screaming and beat him up.”
“O dear, dear, dear,” Baby Beautiful interrupts. “You know how we’re always being encouraged to let our God light shine? Well, I think you just snuffed yours out! Lucky for us Rev. Carole says if we don’t like the consequences of our actions, we can choose new ones. I’m sure in your case, you aren’t limited to choosing just one new action a day. Choose as often as you need to. Olympic-scale thinking training is needed here.”
“You might be on to something here with the thinking training thing,” I say. “Why don’t you write the letter to our friends?”
Baby Beautiful retorts, “Don’t be a silly goose. I don’t know all my ABD’s and I can’t even print. Besides, I have to go practice standing on one leg.”
Baby Beautiful & Merry