"Acknowledging the good that is already in your life is the foundation for
all abundance. The fact is: Whatever you think the world is
withholding from you, you are withholding from the world."
- The Power Of Now, by Eckhart Tolle
Wow, that sentence hit me like the times my Mother would make me wear a clothespin on the bridge of my nose to change its shape. Hopefully the quote proves more effective than her attempt at giving me the patrician nose she so desired me to have.
Oprah has in fact, proved she has found another gem worth knowing and that she is, smarter than the rest of us for finding it first (or at least her people are?) I've read Eckhart Tolle's book "The Power of Now" before and as a result I lived "presently" or in the now during the entire duration of reading the book, proving it's effectiveness somewhat ineffective, unless I was reading. Not to take away from its brilliance, it's just when I stepped out of my bubble into life it was hard to avoid future thinking and to step out of imprints/habits of the past that were affecting me presently. Without my compulsive thinking on the future I felt as if I might be one step behind, I may look lazy, or I may not reach high enough, etc. SO only briefly was I right where I was, and more frequently I was somewhere else....that mostly existed inside my head.
By page 200 it looked as though a graphomaniac had taken the book hostage. I wanted to underline everything, I wanted to memorize it and sing it on street corners, or create a new language and speak only in, "New Earth." I'd just finished a conversation with my one of my best friends, Hector, when he said, " You've got to let yourself be loved."
I stared at the quote above for an hour. WHAT AM I WITHHOLDING that I feel is being withheld?
Right now in my life, I am writing and in return more writing has come. It is self perpetuating. More than anything, I have been wanting love for a very. very. long time, and have pushed it away in the past when it got too close, afraid I was not worthy of it.
I'd been wanting arms wrapped around me, skin and goosebumps and I'd been giving, a tap on the back, and a half-smile? I'd been wanting all the good stuff; deep kisses, little moments, organic communication, unadulterated expression, morning sighs and shared french toast. Instead, I'd built a steel cage around all of the parts of mine which are delicate, which are rare and visceral. Everything I'd been wanting in relationships, I'd selfishly kept my own. It's like that "special something" you keep hidden, it's just that special you're afraid to lose it. Then you completely forget where you put it and know its around here somewhere but no one will get to enjoy it. Until it's found, it's just talk. I was that "something special" and I'd hidden it.
"Whatever you think people are withholding from you- praise, appreciation,
assistance, loving care and so on- give it to them. You don't have it? Just act
as if you had it, and it will come. Then, soon after you start giving, you
will start receiving."
What is it that you feel that the world is withholding from you and are you withholding it from them?