So I talk to myself a lot, except I
think that I'm really carrying on a conversation with the universe. I used to be a runner. I ran because it gave me space and time to
think through things when I was a graduate student and would sometimes feel
stuck with my own self-importance. Sometimes movement of the body seems to
reflect movement in the mind- the two are connected for me.
Once when I was running I wrote a
book in my head titled "Letters to Myself", it was really just random
conversations about love, creativity, generosity, and observance of the world. Though now that I think of it the
conversations weren't really with myself. The letters I was writing in my head were
really about communicating with the world. And here's the thing, whether or not our
thoughts get communicated out loud- they are powerful.
Scientists have discovered earth
shattering information about communication and our thoughts called mirror
neurons. Mirror neurons are what they
sound like- our thoughts mirror one another- so if I am thinking positive,
hopeful, change the world kind of things- guess what- I will transmit that to
you- WITHOUT EVEN TRYING TO! It will
just be out there- unleashed! I believe
this is true.
People used to see me running and
would tell me - I saw you running the other day- what is it with you? You always look so happy when you run and you
have the biggest smile on your face and you just look like you are so full of
joy? I see you running and I am
instantly in a good mood. And I would
think in my head- that’s because I
was thinking about the world and all the infinite possibilities for wonder,
change, and growth. I wonder what would
happen if we taught world leaders to communicate without words and instead we
challenged them to sit in a room together and think peaceful, hopeful, joyful
thoughts. Maybe they would get curious
about each other instead of themselves and their own agenda. What if they had to sit at a world summit
together in silence, really, NO verbal communication. Maybe they could be instructed to relax their
facial muscles and half smile (there is scientific evidence that this half
smiling thing alters thinking and mood states in a positive direction),
concentrating on their faith and the ways they believe their faith saves and
serves others- NOT- the way their faith is better than or the only right way. Simply- what miracles does my God bring to the
table? Just sit and think and feel, and
smile- LET the joy just fill you up- you have to let it, just like helium fills
up a balloon. Seems like this wouldn't
cost much and if it didn't work- well it sure wouldn't make things worse. I don’t
think these thoughts would START a war. Yes, I think movement and space and mirror
neurons are all connected. Sometimes you
move and create space by running and sometimes you move and create space by
sitting still and moving your lungs, your heart, and your mind, by breathing
all the good stuff in. This breathing
thing, it allows me to be responsible for me. I don't have to exert control over my joy or
you- my joy doesn't have to be right or wrong. If I stay with joy - I spread joy- and well,
the more there is, the more there is.
I think we get distracted by the
sound of our own voice when we talk out loud.
This is an easy thing for me to say because I have always considered
myself to be an introvert and very comfortable with silence - except as I carry
on silent thinking conversations with myself those thoughts are really
transmitted to the universe- I am really carrying on a conversation with the
world- one mirror neuron at a time. This
method of joyful mirror neurons won't solve everything but maybe it will solve
SOMETHING- and it sure won't hurt.
* Footnote: I started with the title
"love letters" for this essay but I decided to change it to
"life letters" as "love letters" seemed too silly, cheesy,
schmarmy even. As I wrote I realized it
really is a love letter. I am in love
with the world and all of our infinite possibilities for healing - silly me-
watch out for the mirror neurons- there must be a skeptic nearby :)
- Anne
- Anne
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