when results, or the results that you want ( and like, right now!) don’t seem to be forthcoming… it is challenging. still, as i am doing the simple tapping exercise every day, somehow, many new ideas are coming to me out of the blue. i have started acting on one of them already. will post more on that, hopefully in a few days. patience is one of the things that currently seems to be on hiatus for me…. ( and today is the 9th day…)
today i tapped on the 30 day challenge experiment. but i also tapped bc i was having an intensely anxiety ridden morning. I was set to do something, was all geared up to do it
( or so i thought!), then got in the car, and realized i WASN’t mentally ready. I sat in the car, and tapped for about 5 minutes. Then, my foot was on the gas pedal and I was en route to my meeting.. Had a new insight as well, that I could not have garnered by mere intense thinking. The end result was , I had a very very PEACEFUL day, with a fringe of ideas dancing around me like a flutter of beautiful butterflies, all in flight to destinations as yet unknown…
So, it’s only been about 2 days since I started the 30 day EFT challenge, and already I am chomping at the bit for results results results! Nothing BIG seems to be rolling yet. However, i will say that I finally was able to bite the bullet and post my garage sale for THIS saturday. I have been working on this, for about a month now. I am doing this alone, and it is more work than I could imagine. Having to let go of expectations, worries ( what if nobody shows up? what if jerks show up?) and so forth. The tapping certainly helps, and I am going to make up one or 2 more scripts for this “event”. I really DO want my garage space back so my ( newish) car will have a nice spot to rest in. :-)
oh garage sales. oh my. Maybe I will write a post on this in the near future. It will certainly be interesting to see what happens with the ” marriage” of using EFT and this garage sale.
As a practiced EFT ( emotional freedom technique) coach and advocate, this tappping script was in my inbox today. I almost didn’t read it. almost, even, deleted it. But something made me open the email, and boy am i glad I did! It was as if there was somebody reading my mind with this script.
How could I not accept this challenge?
As posted on my blog here, many moons ago, I tried the EFT tapping for money back then. And something good did happen from that. And then, I fell off the wagon. again. and again. and again. Keeping a disciplined practice, whether it is physical, mental, or spiritual, takes effort and commitment, as anyone who has ever fallen off any of their own ” wagons” knows.
So here is the script. Join me, and the group of us EFT’ers as well as newbies, who have committed to at least a 30 day practice! Comments are welcomed!
maya angelou died today. what an inspiration she was, and will continue to be. She was 86 years old.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Now is the time to know
That all that you do is sacred.
Now, why not consider
A lasting truce with yourself and God.
Now is the time to understand
That all your ideas of right and wrong
Were just a child’s training wheels
To be laid aside
When you finally live
Hafiz is a divine envoy
Whom the Beloved
Has written a holy message upon.
My dear, please tell me,
Why do you still
Throw sticks at your heart
What is it in that sweet voice inside
That incites you to fear?
Now is the time for the world to know
That every thought and action is sacred.
This is the time
For you to compute the impossibility
That there is anything
Now is the season to know
That everything you do
In my house lives the most beautiful wild animal.
Bus she is sad.
She has lost her forest.
She has lost her tribe.
Her very language is almost gone, dissolved
in sorrow and disuse.
What can you do to comfort such a creature?
She stares out of the windows and longs to go somewhere —-
The nothingness of the days exhausts her.
Have you ever seen an animal weep?
When I touch her she looks at me with that
lost world in her eyes —
hopeful, but trembling.