My friend Aldene Burton had what he called the Matzo ball Soup theory, which was if you are traveling along and desire matzo ball soup then you will start to see deli’s that you may have passed a thousand times before without noticing. Albert Einstein said that “mass and energy are both but different manifestations of the same thing,” and Marianne Willamson said, “You can live your life out of a circumstance or your life out of a vision.”
Now juggling these three concepts it occurs to me that we can begin to trust the process of focusing on what we only hope to see in our day to day reality without having to give in to the ItWillNeverWork! doubts and old tapes that vy for our attention. Awakening to a desire for peace or a success that includes bringing happiness to others, for example, will open our eyes to ways to succeed despite any roadblocks we have previously and routinely put in our way such as age, time restrictions, insecurity, painful history, and the thousand excuses that keep us mired in the laundry reality. In our society, there is a strong undertow that suggests we are not enough, that we need to be constantly knocking on other people’s doors in the hopes that they will open up and recognize our worth. Even when this happens, it doesn’t mean that we will acknowledge it ourselves.
Walt Whitman in his Leaves of Grass, reminds us of what we are inherent to and what grandeur we embody:
“Any man or woman shall stand cool and supercilious before a million universes…
I hear and behold God in every object, yet I understand God not in the least, Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself. Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass; I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God’s name, And I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever.”
Old Walt, singing the body electric, increased his desire to see God’s letters and finds them in the street, he sees the matzo ball soup within himself and knows that he is the hub of the wheeled universe! or as my good friend Marc Rosenberg once said:
“I am the pizza I ordered!”