Earlier in the month I was in the midst of an intensive 6 day training in Sourthern California. This was part one of three parts leading to certification as a Chinese Face Reader. It’s a subject I find fascinating, to say the least, and so does Louise Hay! She has said that it’s the most exciting material she’s come across in the last 15 years. If you are curious about Chinese Face Reading, click on the Wisdom of Your Face link in the right hand column of this blog under Favorite Things.
In the middle of training I thought, “I can’t do this” and I’ve armed myself with a litany of reasons detailing why I can’t! There’s 60,000 facts about the face I must commit to memory. Ok, that’s only a slight exaggeration, it feels like 60,000! I’m supposed to be in my heart not my head to be a face reader. Ok, that settles it, I can’t do it! My spirit sunk with that notion. Pack your bags, Bethie, because you cannot do this.
But wait, then I remembered the weekly powerful question I’d received that week. These are questions I sit with, I don’t answer them immediately, instead I roll the question around like a shiny penny in my hand, feeling first around the edges of it. So, what was the weekly powerful question, you ask?! It was very simply: “What if I could?”
What if I could? Here I was all bound up in I can’t do this, no way, no how. I then recall — what if I could? — and instantly I am drawn into the life giving expansiveness of potential. What if I could? What if I asked that question of all my doubts and all my “I can’ts”.
I think I love it the most because I am not trying to convince myself I can. Yes I can, feels like a quantum leap that I have to convince myself into and this also has the flavor of tight, contracted and all bound up. But entertaining a “what if I could” is just a little, tiny, infinitesimal turn of the dial in the affirmative direction. So small a step that lifts me up and out of my own gray prison walls and into the brightness of possibility and potential.
What if I could? It’s a deep breath of fresh air. A little question to ponder and there, right there, is the wide open receptive spaces of freedom. Ok then, maybe I can :).
*Image I took at Carlsbad Beach, California, where my training was held.