The Universal Font

I Build My Castles in the Sky
I Build My Castles in the Sky

I asked Source what we are writing today.  ‘The Universal Font’, they tell me.  ‘What?’ I say.  Then, oh, I get it.  Font.  Typeface.  The form and feel of the letters.  The shape of the writing on the page.

Seems like a very odd topic for my blog.  Where’s the connection to healing, I am wondering.

I go with this.  I have learned that Source is a master at connecting ideas in interesting, expanding ways.  Source does not think like me, even if I am a small physical version of Source energy.  Source thinks WIDE.  Says to me, ‘Love, joy, connection, play, fun, happiness, laughter.  The Universal Font.’

Remember, I am a Joy Tigger.  These amazing abundant energies, these beauties are here to play with.  Tap into, feel into, create from, write with.  I choose a font to create my life and my world.  I choose the form and feel and shape.  I write my world, and everything I choose becomes my ink.

So, easy choice.  Now that I know what it is, I choose the Universal Font to write my life.  I want my life full of love, joy, connection, play, fun, happiness, laughter.  Abundantly full.

How do I do this?

I pay attention to my thinking.  I choose my thoughts to match the Universal Font.  When they don’t, I notice by how I am feeling, and I change them back.  It means paying a lot of attention, because my busy, bouncy Tigger brain sends out thoughts like a river in spring flood.

I know that my thoughts write what I focus my attention on.  My focused attention writes what I see and believe to be true.  All of this writes my reactions, emotions, and experience.  And then I think about the experience I just had—more thoughts—and start the process again.

I would much rather focus on what feels good than what feels bad.  Another easy choice.  What is trickier, is learning to consistently turn myself towards what feels good.  Around me is a non-tigger world that likes to focus on what feels bad, and tries to teach me to think from that.  Think about and express what I don’t want, rather than what I do want.

It’s a pattern I was trained into.  I am changing it.  I hear myself think, ‘I don’t like cloudy days’.  That’s the old pattern, and I notice because the feeling I have is sad and disappointed.   I change my words, rewrite them in the Universal Font and think, ‘I love sunny days.’  And now the feeling I have is warm, happy, excited.  I do this, and I rewrite my life and my world.  I turn things around.  The day outside my window may still be cloudy, but I am not.

I’m a Joy Tigger.  You could also call me Pollyanna.  I am, and I am happy to be.  Pollyanna, in the 1960 movie, sees the good in people and the possibilities in life.  What she sees, she acts on.  People and things change, and turn to the good.  I think she knew about the Universal Font and how to rewrite life.

I choose this.  I choose I write my life and my world with the Universal Font.  Love, joy, connection, play, fun, happiness, laughter.  An abundance.  I choose I am a bouncy Joy Tigger with a pen, a Pollyanna with a laptop, and I am turning my world.  Join me.  Let’s play.

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Mentioned in this post:

Tigger from the books Winnie-the-Pooh and The House at Pooh Corner by A. A. Milne (1882 – 1956)

Pollyanna from the movie Pollyanna, 1960, Walt Disney Productions

Play, says Raven

7 Crows, a Secret Never To Be Told
7 Crows, a Secret Never To Be Told

 

Last Thursday night, I dream of Raven.

He arrives out of a red gash in the earth.  A hillside, the earth, cut open with an ax, a large square piece flying away like chips of wood from a chopped tree.

Out he flies.  He doesn’t look like Raven.  He looks like a red parrot.  In the dream I try to give him to my husband.  But no, Raven claims me instead, flips back his parrot disguise like a cape and looks me level in the eyes.

Tells me, Play.

Then he hops onto my shoulder.  He should feel heavy, sitting there, grinning and clacking and gurgling at me.  My body is prepared to feel weight tipping my balance sideways.

No.  No weight.  Play has no weight.  Play is feather and cloud and dance.  Play is all Raven.

I wake.

I am not playing enough.  I have been much too serious the last few weeks, and have forgotten play.  I have slipped back into my old pattern of duty and work.  A grim perfection of doing what needs doing before I allow myself time to do what I love–write and draw and imagine and read.

No wonder I have been waking each morning grouchy and out of sorts with the world and my life.  I choose and move myself out of this mood each morning.  I remind myself that happiness is a choice, and that I choose happiness, love, and joy in my life.

I have been forgetting to add that I also choose play, fun, and laughter.  I do get to these sometime during each of my days, but not enough.  Not soon enough and not for long enough.

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