My Life in Words
“How do we change our beliefs?”
Last Saturday Daughter number two and I were driving away from Chevy’s Mexican restaurant in Portland Oregon when I asked that question.
“I have a problem believing my book will sell, “ I continued, maneuvering the Prius onto an already full freeway. “We have a guardian at the door of our subconscious, and when we say something like, “I’m going to sell a million books,” the guardian throws it out.
“The voice in our head says, ‘What makes you think that? You’ve never sold many before.’
“Every time we try to get past the guardian, he counters our request.
“’You can’t do that. You don’t have a great following. Your platform sucks, people don’t need and don’t want another book. Besides people don’t read books anymore. And they have better things to do with their money.’”
(Wow, what an obnoxious guardian.)
I know the first line of receiving is believing that it’s possible. But, we ask, “How do we believe in the face of conflicting evidence?”
Wise daughter countered: “Maybe you should treat the Guardian like a water purifying system salesman.
“’I don’t want a water purifier,’ you say.”
“Just let me show you this one.”
“I don’t need a purifying system. “
“’Oh, you’ll like this one, and I need the experience explaining it. It’s only take a minute.’”,
“I don’t have a minute.’”
“’Okay, half a minute.’”
“Just don’t take no for an answer,” she says.
“Wow, what a concept, that just might work.”
Beat the Guardian at his own game.
We started laughing and remembering another time at a Chevy’s restaurant. We were in Rancho Santa Fe, California.
Yes, I know much is accomplished with a glad heart, and not having a charge on a request makes it easy to receive. When we really really really want something, the Guardian comes out dressed in full battle regalia.
That day in Rancho Santa Fe, having completed our meal, and with glad hearts, we sat looking out a restaurant window talking about manifesting. Daughter dear had been testing the concept of manifesting, that is putting out a request, meditating on it, then waiting for it to show up. She had asked to see a purple bear.
Within a day she saw a purple bear sticker on the bumper of a car.
“Chances are,” I said, (I sound like the Guardian here), “we couldn’t manifest a train here for there are no tracks.
Not a minute later, a big truck stopped for a traffic light and was sitting right outside our window. A huge tan tarp covered the back portion of the truck. The tarp was taunt, and neatly ratcheted
On the side of that tarp written in big capital letters was one word: “TRANE.”
That bolled us over, and it has given us a glad heart and a giggle every time we think of it.
Never believe anything is impossible.
P.S. Regarding Salespeople:
The ones that attempt to sell you inferior merchandise, at an exorbitant price, something you don’t need and didn’t want are con-artists.
A true salesperson will assist you in the purchase of something you do want, or maybe give you reasons why you ought to have it, and push you a little for as a buyer we can always put off a purchase. “Tomorrow,” we say, and we leave without the very thing we were looking for. We lost, and so did the salesperson.
Think of it this way: You want a car, you need a car, and you are looking for a car. The salesperson wants you to buy from him—since he is in a competitive market, and relying on commissions to pay the bills.
You trust him or her. She is nice; she negotiates a good deal for you, so you buy.
A year later you are still driving your car, it’s in good condition, and you’ve had no trouble with it, but the salesperson, who depended on your commissions to pay the bills, has spent the money and has nothing from your deal to show for it—except still being alive.
Who’s the winner here?
The moment I heard a warrior’s cry and saw a girl standing on two horses come barreling into an arena, I lost my breath. The horses galloped full bore up and over a mound of earth, as though running on level ground.
I bet the girl felt as though she was flying.
According to Larry King and Joyce Davis, Calvalia is the greatest show on earth.
White Andalusians with manes flowing past their shoulders played with humans; then the group splashed through a pond in the center of the sand-filled arena.
Soon the pond was gone, mysteriously drained away, and a troop of horses and acrobats flooded the arena.
I touched the sand on the way out of the enormous white tent to see if it was real sand or what.
It felt like sand.
Daughter number two and I saw Calvalia a few years ago in Dallas Texas, and Saturday while sorting through boxes in our Wayback. (axillary building) I came upon a magazine I had bought while attending the spectacle of horse and human.
According to Calvalia’s Director Erick Villeneuve, “the horse is pure and raw.
"On stage, he is authentic, true to himself, with his impulses, moods, and passion. He can’t be forced to do what he doesn’t want to do. You have to respect him and let him be…this is precisely the spirit behind the show, to offer the horse the opportunity to experience, if only for a moment, his freedom.”
Calvaria's training approach is the opposite of the relationship based on the dominant/submissive method common to trainers for centuries. The horse isn’t doing “tricks,” rather, the rider and the horse are playing together.
Being in awe touches the soul and makes us happy to be a human being.
And then sometimes embarrassment takes our breath away:
“Sorry losers and haters, but my I.Q.is one of the highest—and you all know it! Please don’t feel so stupid or insecure; it’s not your fault.”
--The president of The United States
When an interviewer asked Steven Hawkins what his I.Q. was, he answered:
“I have no idea. People who boast about their I.Q. are losers.” –Steven Hawking to the New York Times, December 2004.
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As I continued to dig among the stored boxes, I found the drawing shown at the bottom of this post, a drawing created on a napkin. I know it came into being when my children were young.
I have seen adults try to match the essence of a child’s drawing and they can’t do it.
It has the purity of folk art.
Daughter number two said she didn’t draw it. Daughter number one said it didn’t match her style.
I bet Ellie drew it. It looks like the sort she would draw at maybe age 6 or 7.
Ellie was Lisa's best friend from elementary school and on through High School and college. Both attended each other’s wedding, Ellie traveling from California to Oregon, Lisa from Oregon to California.
Ellie and Lisa were artists and when around 12 years of age they made a stop-action movie with toy mice.
About a year ago Ellie didn’t feel well, and so that afternoon she laid down in bed to rest, and never got up.
These are moments that take our breath away.
Hey You all,
How about a little help from my friends.
I must sell 200 copies of my book or they will drop me like a S'More too long on the fire.
I’m setting a goal of 200 for one month. That will be June 23.
Find the cheapest book The Frog's Song available, Kindle, physical copy. I don’t care for I’m more interested in book sale numbers than money.
Make sure you get the correct Frog Book, there is one that sells for $135.00.
The Frog's Song by Joyce Davis
I know new books are damn expensive these days, can’t help it, it’s the nature of the printing process.
However, look at it this way:
The Frog’s Song is worth every penny.
It took ten years to hit the shelves!
Ha ha, I love you guys whether you buy or not. People who stop here are the greatest.
'Joyce's travels have taken her beyond the shores of her native continent, but she's back where she started, in Oregon.