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Einstein on Connections
 
Much like our personal growth as we stretch from one stage of life to another.
As your view widens, you awaken yourself to exploring and discovering new paths. New avenues. New opportunities.
Awakening is being keenly alert. For me, it showed up something like this last Saturday. Walking slowly through Barnes and Noble, I catch the title of a book: Poetry.....by Michelangelo? While looking up a definition in a dictionary, I happen past another definition: Zephyr. (a warm, gentle breeze.) Never did I know its name though I have felt its comforting as I always felt a Zephyr was God whispering "Everything will be ok". And wasn't Albert Einstein a Scientist? Reading the above quote, I surmise he was also quite a philosopher.
It is taking the Barn and not destroying it to create something else. It is taking the knowledge and beauty of the barn and applying its lesson, form, structure and artistry into the skyscraper (or museum, cathedral, home or bridge).
These bridges create links. That web that brings our past to ] our present and our present to our future. The invisible bond that unites us with classmates post graduation and colleagues from workplace to workplace after transfers, buyouts and mergers and entrepreneurialism intervenes. That magnetism that draws us. The energy of the Renaissance whose changemakers studied the lessons of the Classic Roman and Greek eras and applied them to their transforming world.
Connecting the past to the present and the present to the future and the possibilities with the practicalities. As you grow, the view gets both wider and deeper. Your mind understands more as the connections become more vast: like an endless highway stretching beyond your wildest imagination.
Yesterday the road stretched out before us as we crisscrossed our home town. Going nowhere and anywhere we meandered along path from the Northeast part of Bakersfield to Oildale and back to Northeast Bakersfield. Driving down Manor Street towards our Beloved Melodrama Musical Theatre I had a thought: I could start here in Bakersfield and drive literally anywhere in both North and South America.
I could start here, today, and take a trip all the way to Tierra del Fuego in South America and then hop a ship to Antarctica.
If that was the true yearning of my heart, I could do exactly that. In my beloved Chevy Astrovan, our possibilities were limited only by the need to continually keep the engine filled and maintained as we keep our end goal in sight. Modifying, tweaking and adjusting along the way we could transverse the entire Pan American highway from the frigid coldness of Alaska to the warmth and jungles of Central and South America to the familiar feeling climes of southern South America to the frigid cold of the other side of the world.
I could start that journey in this moment from this place. Right here. Right now. Just as you can start the journey your heart is yearning to take. Right here, right now.
Looking to connections, links and bridges we notice the human body. We see how all its pieces work together: the circulatory system is an amazingly complex structure which is actually


comprised of three parts. Pulmonary circulation, coronary circulation and systemic circulation manage to collaborate to create and continue our lives.
All the systems work together in a circular, vibrantly beating model that keeps you everything flowing.
As our system allows for circulation to flow, we live with a brilliant energy.
When our system is hopelessly clogged we face certain death.
The connection here?
When we choose to sit in a space of joy and possibilities we allow ourselves to circle freely. We are able to get from Alaska to Tierra del Fuego learning along the way. We pick ourselves up when we falter. We laugh at the interesting characters and roadblocks along the way.
When we live in a space of fear and doubt, our system begins to slowly get clogged. We shut down. We face certain death.
In my not-so-distant path, I was doing exactly that. It was a bit over two years ago and what seems like an eternity ago that I forgot what it felt like to flow. I had turned from creativity, I had snuffed out the spark. I had disallowed the beauty of life to shine within me or through me. I was dying a slow, miserable, lonely death.
I saw systems and procedures as a necessary enemy. I saw myself as a hapless victim of horrific circumstances.
I was not looking at the barn, I was seeing the hole where I believed the barn had fallen.
Like our circulatory system, the procedures we follow bring flow back into our lives. As I grew from slow death to possible passion to vibrant passion to embracing the entire system from nuts and bolts to complexities beyond my human understanding and everything in between, I was able to see (or in some cases accept that I could not see for the moment) all the world was offering to me.
I was seeing the skyscraper (or museum, cathedral, home or bridge). I was seeing not only the roads crisscrossing Bakersfield, I was seeing Alaska, North America, Central America, and South America and Tierra del Fuego.
At the heart of the experience was my soul. My essence. The beat of my internal drum.
Where are you today? Are you facing certain death? Are you reaching towards the flow? Are you living firmly in the flow? Are you somewhere in between?
Decide that today is your new beginning. Declare it your fresh start.
Know that from this point onward, you will grow even when you stumble and fall. You will continue to go higher and wider, flow through systems and procedures, gain strength and find power in weakness.
It seems fitting to conclude our connections, our discovery of circles, with a quote from the same hero of mine who opened this article: Albert Einstein. Yes, he is a scientist. Yes, he is a philosopher. Neither are mutually exclusive. They both are spectacular alone and together.
Just as you are spectacular in your specialness. In your niche and niches. In your own personal paradoxes.
Take his words and apply them to the systematic flow of your life. Allow them to filter through and apply themselves as you begin your new journey today. Directly in the words of my Scientific Philosopher Hero: "The ideas that have lighted my way and, time after time, have given me new courage to face life cheerfully have been Kindness, Beauty, and Truth."
Julie Jordan Scott is a Personal Success Coach who left her career as a government bureaucrat and built a successful business in less than six months.
Visit http://www.5passions.com for free resources for YOUR success Contact Julie now to bring YOUR vision to life today. ph: 661.325.4116 or email mailto:julie@5passions.com



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