I gave this paperweight to Pam a couple years ago.  It was actually a note to myself – something I wanted to remind myself of daily.  It has migrated to my desk, which I keep very clear otherwise.

Doing a weekly (at least) ritual clearing of my desk seems to be something that helps me to find focus.  Otherwise stuff accumulates and I lose the thread; the gathering detritus pulls me in before I have a chance to feel the more tender buds of whatever is percolating.  

I listened to an Abraham rampage driving through the hills of the Hudson valley the other day.  A rampage is a river, a pouring, a flood of appreciation.  In this one, each sentence started with “can you feel” and then went on to name a sensory experience.  Like this:

• Can you feel that view?
• Can you feel the sun on that mountain?
• Can you feel that song?
• Can you feel how delicious that tastes?

And on and on.  I was grinning by the end.  So coming back to Henry Ford’s quote, I want to say instead, “Whether you feel you can or if you feel you can’t, you’re right.”  Putting it that way puts me in a more emotional, less think-y/figuring it out relationship with the can part.  And that allows me to feel more connected to the can than the can’t.

What do you feel?

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