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We, the greatest of all creators, with capabilities to build cities and inspire nations, are squandering our time watching reruns of I Love Lucy. We have forgotten that whole galaxies exist within our grasp. –PG

Hi! Welcome to the internet home of Pam Grout. I am the author of 16 books, two screenplays, a live soap opera, a TV series and enough magazine articles that I haven’t starved in 20 years without a 9-5 job. On this site, you’ll find all sorts of information about my books and about my career as a freelance writer.

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Pamela Sue Grout

In collaboration with “the other side”

“End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass.”—J.R.R. Tolkien taz and me

I’m not big on labels, but if anyone asked, I’d normally sum up my book’s main topic as miracles or gratitude or maybe how to manifest.

When I wanted assistance from the other side, I’d usually appeal to the generic universe or the Holy Spirit or what I often call “The Dude.”

Last thing I expected is the journey I’m on now. A journey of collaboration with loved ones who have a much bigger perspective.

The universe is sneaky like that.

Last week, I mentioned a guest post from a dear friend who has been communing with the other side for a lot longer than me. We connected after Taz passed. Among other things, he has a podcast called “You Bet Your Afterlife.” He’s an incredible writer with great depths of wisdom and humor. Please enjoy this piece from Keith Boyer that I begged him to let me post here. It’s a letter to his dad:

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The Incomparable Keith Boyer

“Happy” as a descriptor isn’t generally applied to death.  Not in our spoiled and materialistic Western culture, anyway, blinded by the shine of gold as it is.  But now, a half century later, thanks to you, I see the Light and I feel you, everywhere.

When you graduated Earth School I thought my world had ended.  Your little buddy, your “George,” the last of the immediate breed, was lost, lost, lost with your last breath, never to be found.

Seeing the family gathered around the living room when I arrived home that evening, their faces told the tale I couldn’t bear to hear.  It was no surprise, yet it was abruptly shocking.  I was 12, you 42.  Your life’s mission was, seemingly, prematurely accomplished and suddenly I felt older than time itself.

The boy was lost and no one could find him, not even himself.  But guess what, Dad? I found a new me.

Not necessarily improved, at least not noticeably until many more miles had accumulated on my odometer, but new and different, with adventures that lay before me over roads that would take me places I’d never before dreamed.  I wandered aimlessly down Bereavement Avenue to Terror Street, around Mystery Circle to Ecstasy Highway, and ultimately arrived via Grateful Valley back to the Land of Love, my birthplace, my homeland.

Your love was lost to me, or so I thought then, but guess what, Dad?

Others have taken up your love torch during my lifetime, often to my utter surprise and always to my total delight.

To no one’s surprise, Mom — my heroine, my earthly savior — instantly took up yours and carried it with hers, higher and brighter than any  other, to my eternal gratitude.  Bless her, she carries it still.  You chose well, sir, the best of the best, and I thank you.

More unmistakable, unconditional love was provided just in the nick of time– humbly, graciously, and freely by grateful survivors of one of your diseases, the one I inherited.

I thank you for it all.

For the laughs and the joys and the games with the boys, for the kisses from the girls.

For the feasts, for the drink, for the hunger for more, for the unquenchable thirst for truth wherever it lay hidden.

For the gathering storms of self-inflicted trouble, for the questions with no answers, for the sickness, for the wounds, for the healing.

For the fears, for the tears, for the nights under bright lights, for the creeping, short-lived shadows.

For the grief, for the rage, for the simmering bitterness — the toxic cocktail I guzzled so long that ultimately, helplessly erupted from my guts like St. Helens herself and jolted loose my miracle out of nowhere. Shoot, thanks for the siblings, even.  Wink/nudge.

You’ve known all along, and you came back.  You knew time and space were powerless to stop you, so, by and through Conquering Love you reappeared to save me from myself.

You demonstrated with dizzying dazzle three decades and change after your departure that, after all, you’ve gone exactly nowhere.  Then the best lessons began to rain down on me, drenching me with developing insights and visions that have ripped a lifetime of scales from my eyes and allowed me to see you and everything in existence as we all really are, as we’ve been since before time was birthed.

Light.  Energy.  Vibrational beings, all.  Love taking form, just for awhile.

When I sang my impromptu concert for you tonight, you were there, front and center, thrilling with love and compassion for your new George.  And guess what, Dad?

I felt it in every song.  I’ve been feeling you again for many years now, at long last, after burying you inside myself for so, so long while I wandered, lost, in search of US.

But I don’t have to tell you that WE are now found, and new George is okay. Nay, blessed beyond measure.  With friends in spirit I don’t always feel I deserved in life, yet here they are.  Have you met Mark the mountain man, Carrie the tattooed hippie chic, my Colombian sparkplug Adriana?  And Big Rod makes a mean pizza from scratch, so be sure to look him up. All gone-but-not-gone, too soon.

“Daddy” Dick and Joyce will blow your mind with their talents, their genius, both singly and combined.  Your spirit hands will be red from applause, if they’re not already.  Joyce is a new arrival, but things happen mighty fast in your dimensions, or so I’m told, and she’s quite the quick study.

Oh, Dad!  What an amazing, getting-my-money’s-worth life it’s been so far. In its own time, the reunion to end all reunions will be ours.  I so look forward to the concert you and I and our friends will perform, that royal bash I’ve been planning on the far side of the moon, and to the zippy trips we’ll take across the cosmos and back.  Finally, to maybe give it a go in other lives with new stories to live.

Hope you’re well rested by then.  We’ve got 50 Earth years and counting to make up for.

Thanks again, Dad.  Love beyond words to you, good sir.  You and I may be the only ones who appreciate our paradox, but the life you launched me into, with all its apparent imperfections, is precisely perfect, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

Happy anniversary, Dad.  Mission accomplished, indeed.

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).

An invitation to a whole new story

“It’s time for something that was beautiful to turn into something else that is beautiful.”—Elizabeth Gilbert

When Taz died last October, I wondered if, like spouses often do, I’d be gone within the year. But here it is, an entire 12 months later, and I’m still here on Planet Earth, breathing and creating yet another blog post, another book.

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Since we last talked, I’ve even performed comedy karaoke, driven on a NASCAR race track and visited the bridge where George Bailey first met Clarence.

I also threw a party for what would have been Tasman’s 26th birthday.

Her friends came over, we ate cake and wrote messages on bright paper lanterns that we flew up into the heavens over the Kansas River. Four of her friends got tattoos that day in her honor. I’m gathering my nerve for my own tattoo of the 222 Foundation logo.  For those new to this party, I started the 222 Foundation in Taz’s honor.

So far, I’ve received dozens of pitches for the 2020 award that will be given out February 22, 2020.  The call for pitches is open until December 31. If you or anyone you know has a big idea to move the world away from its old school money, money, money orientation, please send it my way.

The mission of the 222 Foundation is to change the rules of the game. We believe our culture’s near-sighted focus on financial wealth breeds a sense of scarcity and fails to amplify the full range of human experience. It causes us to commoditize things we used to generously give for free. It causes us to forget that our deepest longing is to be generous, to connect, to love each other.

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Among her many legacies, is this relationship with my “Little” (from Big Brothers/Big Sisters) and her sister. The three of us made Halloween cookies on Wednesday. Taz, of course, set the two of us up nearly 18 months ago.

Taz, as I’ve written before, was pure love. Her heart was wide open to everyone. I never once heard her judge another person or gossip or utter a negative word. If you were in Taz’s vicinity, you were accepted, you were loved and you felt this joy that emanated from her very being. Every time I saw her, I literally had to catch my breath. She was that beautiful–inside and out.

I’ve been practicing the Course in Miracles for 30 years and still, I aspire to be as open-hearted and kind and full of grace as my daughter.

The Course is about changing perceptions. Instead of identifying with the ego, which is an illusory construct for dealing with the temporary world, it teaches us to embrace our immortal self, which sounds all airy-fairy, but is actually the true nature of reality.

My focus these days is on this bigger cosmic reality. It’s what I think about. It’s what I’ll be writing about going forward. It helps me understand that Taz could no more be gone than I could be wounded by Darth Vader’s light saber.

Stayed tuned for a really cool guest post by a friend who has developed a magical relationship with his father who, if you believe the old school reality, died many years ago.

Life, I’m happily learning, is SO. MUCH. BIGGER than I ever imagined.

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).

Your body is eavesdropping on everything you say

“Being a mother means a love that’s deeper than anything you can imagine. The love is beyond Earth and beyond time and space, and it’s a connection that will be constant.”—Beyoncé 0002-recycle.jpg

I knew Beyoncé, like me, is a Course in Miracles fan, but who knew she would also put into words the very thing I feel about being a mom?

Nothing in my life has compared or will ever compare to the experience of being Taz’s mom.

Her legacy is still my most important commitment. The 222 Foundation that honors her vision (Create relentlessly, love fiercely and do quiet, kind things for the underdog) means everything to me.

The picture on this post was featured on the Sunday front page of the Topeka Capital-Journal after Taz and I created this book (she drew the front cover) on recycled grocery bags for Earth Day 2002. She was 9.

Because I’m focusing on her Foundation and my new Course in Miracles book (that comes out in January) and because I’m heading out of town tomorrow for my first travel assignment in more than a year, I am choosing to run an email that came in yesterday that truly MADE. MY. DAY.

E-Squared featured the Jenny Craig experiment about changing your thoughts about your body. And the Course is very clear that it is our mind, not our body, that steers the ship.

This beautiful email from Kelly sum it up quite nicely:

“I decided to write because I’ve now consumed three of your books, starting with Thank and Grow Rich and then both E-Squared and E-Cubed. I wanted to share a personal observation of anecdotal evidence around weight loss.

“My body is what gives me the hard proof that law of attraction principles are real and absolute. I discovered this long before I discovered your books, so wanted to tag a thought on to the experiment you offered around blessing our food.

“Not only do I bless my food – I bless my body. I think you mentioned in one of your books that our bodies have around 30 trillion cells. I have a daily ritual where I look in the mirror and say “I love you! You’re SO beautiful! Thank you!” and then I hug myself and I talk to my body and all its cells like I talk to my cute little beloved cat “I love you SO much. Thank you, body! I love every single cell inside you! Thank you, cells! I love you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“I started doing this when I realized that each of us is basically our own personal universe with all these amazing cells. Essentially, we (what we speak, what we believe) act as “god” (or creator) to those cells.

“When I first started this practice many years ago, the excess weight I’d been carrying around melted off. I’d have people asking me what I was doing, and I’d give them the utterly confusing answer “I’m just loving myself.” I know that’s not what they wanted to hear. They wanted to hear “60 minutes of cardio every day followed by juice fasts and eating only cabbage!” Because it’s just too hard to believe that loving yourself can produce those kinds of results.”

Thank you, Kelly, for reminding us that loving ourselves DOES produce those kinds of results.

And thank you for sending the following song that, like you said, gets my happiness vibes going.

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).

The most important thing

“We all have the opportunity, the privilege, the responsibility to give our best to life.”—Lynne Twist

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A Course in Miracles makes no bones.

If you truly want to partake in the spiritual transformation it promises, you have to first master your mind.

To underestimate the mind’s immense power is a huge mistake. How we think is the determining factor in every aspect of our life.

This ACIM staple was demonstrated last weekend when 19-year-old Bianca Andreescu became the first Canadian to win the US Open. Her win over Serena Williams was a huge surprise to everyone….except her.

Andreescu has been visualizing winning Grand Slams, down to the holding up of the trophy, since she was 14. She even wrote herself a fake winner’s check when she was 15.

“A lot of people work on the physical part of things,” she says, “but the mental part is the most important. It controls your whole body.”

Andreescu gets up every morning and meditates, clearing her mind of all thoughts of the past and the future.

Although she didn’t cop to using my “Something amazingly awesome is going to happen to me today,” she did admit to taking  “15 minutes every morning to visualize myself having a good day.”

As Martina Navratilova noted about her tennis game, “Everyone knows how to bang the ball. Andreescu brings the something extra that makes all the difference.”

“It’s so crazy, man,” Andreescu said after besting Williams 6-3, 7-5 last Saturday. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for the longest time.

The $3.85 million she pocketed, a sum she manifested to help fly her parents to her many international matches, proves what the Course preaches and what Andreescu has been practicing since she was 14. As they both say, “We create our reality with our mind.”

Speaking of creating reality, I want to thank you all for your interest in my new Course in Miracles book. I’m told by Hay House that the landing page (where you can pre-order and get the gifts I mentioned) should debut in early November.

Now, go out there, my friends, and have the most epic, the most extraordinary weekend of your entire life.

Pam Grout is the author of 19 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, Art & Soul,Reloaded: A Year-Long Apprenticeship to Summon the Muses and Ignite Your Daring, Audacious, Creative Side.

What if there is no bad guy?

One sees things from only one angle, a partial view, which is bound to be distorted; and yet one accepts this view as the full truth.”– S.N. Goenka Businessman holding a white flag flutters in the wind against a blue sky.

A Course in Miracles turns every certainty on its head.

It promises peace of mind. It says that’s my natural state.

It says “good” and “evil” are useless concepts, simplifying and reducing everything to right and wrong, black and white, winners and losers.

It says I even employ this “war mentality” against myself. I  go to battle with my own inner enemies—say laziness or procrastination or a compulsion to eat whole cartons of cookie dough ice cream. Invariably, my default response is: identify and vanquish all inner bad guys.

The Course says “There are no bad guys. There are no enemies.”

Instead of working so hard to find and unseat evildoers, it asks me to question the reality of my problems.

Anybody or anything I cast as an enemy is part of myself. I am not a separate individual. I am intimately related to everyone and everything else.

Waging war only creates the conditions for more war. It leads to revenge, defeat and more acrimony.  If I bomb terrorists, I create conditions for more terror. If I lock up criminals, I destroy communities and breed more crime. If I despise my body, I create stress hormones that cause more reasons to despise my body.

The Course offers a massive deprogramming. It reprograms my mind’s natural tendency to condemn, judge and wage war into acceptance, forgiveness and the recognition that what’s out there starts in here.

The ego mind, of course wants to know how all this is going to happen.

What’s the plan? It likes to ask.

But the Course says that’s just one more misdiagnosis, another subtle war game of exerting force.

The Course says I don’t have enough information, let alone force to outplay my demons. The best tactic is always trust in a higher intelligence. In fact, the less I plan, the less I do, the better.

I don’t have to know how anything is going to happen. I just have to give up the fight.

On a personal note, I should let you know I’m preparing a bunch of goodies for anyone who preorders my Course in Miracles book that makes it debut in January 2020. I’m also actively reviewing pitches for 2020’s 222 award. Thanks to all who have sent proposals. I hope you’ll continue to help me spread the word.

Have a wonderful Tuesday, my friends!

Pam Grout is the author of 19 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, Art & Soul,Reloaded: A Year-Long Apprenticeship to Summon the Muses and Ignite Your Daring, Audacious, Creative Side.

I want to give money away: Now taking pitches for the 2020 award of the 222 Foundation

“What reality was ever created by realists?  What we cannot dream we can never do.”—Richard Flanagan 222 foundation love

So, I started a foundation to honor my daughter, Tasman Mckay Grout, who died suddenly and unexpectedly in 2018 of a cerebral aneurysm.

As I’ve written before, Taz’s 25 years were  pure magic. She landed here on planet earth with indiscriminate and generous love. She was beautiful, brilliant. Wild light coursed through her every cell.

To honor her legacy, the 222 Foundation is committed to rewriting the dream of the modern world from consumption and acquisition to the dream of creativity and self-expression. We believe the pursuit of happiness comes from human solidarity, simple living, respect for nature and the empowerment of all people. Our mission is to reallocate the world’s resources away from fear and towards love.

Here are the guidelines (as printed on the sunflower packets we distributed at Taz’s Celebration of Life):

Each year on February 22 (2/22), Taz Grout’s 222 Foundation will award a $10,222 grant to an innovative project or person with a big idea to change consciousness and therefore the world.

We look for projects that support the following ideas:

1. All people long to be generous and create beautiful things.

2. The story of scarcity, lack and the need to fight for resources was made up and is no longer valid. We aim to prove that, once liberated from outdated paradigms, the world is generative and endlessly abundant.

3. We believe all humans are interconnected and that even tiny actions have great significance.

Any and all projects that supports Taz’s vision will be considered. Here are a few that have recently caught my eye:

**The El Paso challenge. Started by 11-year-old Ruben, this social media phenomenon encourages people to do 22 kind things in honor of each of the 22 people who died in the recent shooting.

**Koolulam. This incredible initiative creates mass singing events, bringing large groups of strangers together to sing as one big human ensemble. I ran into a YouTube (check it out below) of 3000 strangers in Haifa, Israel singing One Day.

**Grupo Ecológico. Started by one family, this locally-managed Biosphere Reserve in Mexico’s Sierra Gorda empowers local farmers and teaches permaculture.

These are just a few examples of the kinds of projects we seek. The more creative, the better. We want nothing more than to generate new possibilities and shake up the world as we know it.

I hope you, my friends here on the blog, will help spread the word.

If you or anyone you know would like to apply for next year’s grant, please send a description of the project to taz.grout.222.foundation@gmail.com. Applications will be accepted through December 31, 2019.

And, as always, thank you, thank you, thank you!!

Pam Grout is the author of 19 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, Art & Soul,Reloaded: A Year-Long Apprenticeship to Summon the Muses and Ignite Your Daring, Audacious, Creative Side.

Today I am brave. Today I am generous

“Turn your light on for those with no vision.”—Pharrell Williams

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My last blog post about the “news being irrelevant” provoked a couple questions that I’d like to address. As always, I appreciate all your thoughtful comments.

Many years ago, I went to a bullfight in a foreign country that shall not be named (It was not Spain.) I left early because well, it didn’t seem fair. Before the matador even strode out in the ring with his red cape, the poor bull had been stabbed in the neck and endured six barbed sticks thrust into his shoulders.

I’m just like that bull when I consume too much news. I’m at a complete disadvantage because the “news,” which I often call “the olds,” plays on my emotions. It uses fear to grab attention. It’s often misleading, manipulative and shows a very tiny picture of what’s really happening in the world. I don’t need all that cortisol and other toxic chemicals flowing through my brain.

It’s not that I don’t want to know what’s going on. I just don’t think the news is the best delivery system for finding out.

More than anything, I long to spend my life being brave and generous. My intention is to bring out the light in myself and others. When I practice being grateful even for things like blue skies and singing birds, I’m better able to enact my intentions. It’s much easier being generous when I feel good about myself and about the world.

I feel quite confident in my ability to be an informed voter. I’m extremely aware of certain “realities” that are happening. But because I view them as temporary (there are always a gazillion other possibilities), I do what I can to shine my light.

For example, I donate money to an organization that works with immigrants. I display a yard sign in 3 languages that says, “Whoever you are, wherever you come from, I’m glad you’re my neighbor” and, every week, I take a couple young Mexican girls to get ice cream or to the movies or to paint pottery.

My job, as I see it, is to relentlessly present other data points. Even in my work as a reporter for People magazine, where, yes, I report on tornadoes and kidnappings and whole towns being washed away by floods, I witness the most incredible displays of generosity, the very finest of the human spirit.

No one protested or railed against dial telephones. Yet, for the most part, they disappeared.

Somebody created a better reality. That’s my commitment. What’s yours?

Pam Grout is the author of 19 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, Art & Soul,Reloaded: A Year-Long Apprenticeship to Summon the Muses and Ignite Your Daring, Audacious, Creative Side.

Why the news is irrelevant

“We are not rational enough to be exposed to the press.”—Rolf Dobelli11111

What I see in the news media is a tiny speck of a reality far removed from true Reality.

It’s so limited in dimension and scope of understanding that paying close attention is like unknowingly having one of those “please kick me” signs pinned to my back.

The news media feeds me small bites of trivial matter, tidbits that don’t really concern my life and don’t require thinking.

Out of thousands of news stories and tweets I’ve read, not one–because I consumed it–helped me make a better decision about a serious matter affecting my life.

“News” is just one corporation’s opinion. It’s mostly clickbait, completely irrelevant to my well-being. Truly creative minds–whether composers, mathematicians, scientists, authors or musicians–could care less what’s trending on twitter.

I’ve concluded that the important stuff I need to know is happening right outside my window, right here in my neighborhood, right in my own heart.

What really matters is the indestructible joy and pulse of life being broadcast from every tree, every star, every bird.

My mission now is to pay more attention to the collective rhythm and wisdom emanating from the larger whole, what I often call the Divine Buzz.

It might sound big and cosmic, but it’s really the most natural thing in the world. And it’s a gazillion times more resourceful and richer in content than anything I could ever hear on CNN.

So it’s Friday, my friends, and you know what that means. It’s time to go out and grab the weekend by the balls. Make it the best one yet.

Pam Grout is the author of 19 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, Art & Soul,Reloaded: A Year-Long Apprenticeship to Summon the Muses and Ignite Your Daring, Audacious, Creative Side.

Want to change the world? Nurture a beautiful inner state

At any given moment, we can leave the self-enclosed world of our thought and touch down in the present moment.”—Terry CochranFullSizeRender (3)

“I don’t know how you do it.”

When you lose a child, you hear that a lot. It’s unthinkable, to lose the precious being who grew in your womb, nursed at your breast and became a brilliant, kind, imaginative person right before your very eyes.

So I have no idea HOW I do it. It, I presume, means to go on.

But I do know WHY  I do it. I go on because, for whatever reason, I’m still here. I’m still part of this material world of physical bodies which means I still have some purpose.

Taz, who I still communicate with on the daily, seems to think my new path has something to do with proving it’s unnecessary to suffer. If anyone has an excuse to suffer, it’s a parent who lost their only child.

But as she points out, suffering only isolates me from the whole of humanity. It disconnects me from the life force, like a cell phone that’s too far from a transmission tower.

Mom, she says, you, of all people, know the importance of nurturing a grateful inner state, a frequency that, when tuned in, radios in guidance, connection, joy and love.

Your inner state impacts every area of your life—your health, your career, your relationships, especially your relationships with universal consciousness and loved ones who exist in other dimensions.

Suffering, she says, is like a cancer. It cuts you off from all the healthy cells, it divests you of connection with your brothers and sisters. A suffering mind is so obsessed with its own negative thoughts that it misses practically everything.

Habitual suffering, she says, is all too common in this material world. But, as she points out, it’s nothing but a bad habit. People seem to think suffering is necessary, that it helps them grow, that it can be good for them.

Balderdash, Taz insists. All suffering does is cut you off from life.  She said I owe it to my fellows (and indeed to her) to nourish a positive inner state.

She compared human’s oneness and connection to a grove of aspens. They may look like a bunch of separate trees, but a mountainside of aspens is actually a singular organism with a life force connected in an extensive root system. If I don’t nurture a giving, loving inner state, I could poison the whole grove.

Grief is one thing. Suffering is another.

“Mom,” she says, “You always claim you want to make a difference. So let me remind you. Give up unnecessary suffering. Dedicate yourself to creating a beautiful inner state. It doesn’t take long—a few minutes in the morning. And voila! You truly can change the world.”

Thank you, Taz, I couldn’t have said it better myself.

Love, only love, Pam

Pam Grout is the author of 19 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, Art & Soul,Reloaded: A Year-Long Apprenticeship to Summon the Muses and Ignite Your Daring, Audacious, Creative Side

A broader perspective is our greatest need

You must unlearn what you have learned.”—Yodataz yoga

A FB memory from two years ago popped up this morning of Taz and me in a photo booth in Stockholm, Sweden.

It made me happy to see the two of us clowning around, being goofy.

Taz and I had a lot of silly rituals. We watched every episode of “Gilmore Girls” together and our favorite character was the eccentric Kirk Gleason who, over the course of seven seasons, worked as everything from a bath mat salesman to a termite exterminator to a parachute jumper. We regularly sent each other pictures of Kirk, in all his glory. We called it “The Daily Kirk.”

On the first of every month, whichever of us proclaimed “Hedgehog” first, was guaranteed a lucky month. It started when she was in grade school, but even in college we’d text each other the simple phrase. Since she stayed up late, as college students do, she always prevailed at 12:01 on the dot. When she lived in Europe after college, 12:01 came several hours before I even qualified for our little game.

Someone emailed the other day, inquiring about page 92 in E-Squared. I told the story of baby Taz’s high fever, me being frantic with worry and hearing a voice with startling clarity: “I didn’t give you this great gift just to take it away.”

This reader wanted to know what happened.

I, too, sometimes wonder. But, in my better moments, I echo what Julia Roberts told an interviewer who asked if she regretted never having an adult relationship with her father who died of throat cancer when she was 11 or 12. She replied, “Are you kidding me? He’s with me all the time.”

On the first day of the last three months, Taz has sent me a hedgehog. On May 1, it came in the form of a news clip about British rocker Peter Doherty who was temporarily hospitalized after being stabbed with a…hedgehog spike.

On June 1, the word “hedgehog” came in as a text message…from (don’t ask me how?) Taz’s phone.

July 1, I was at the toy store buying a birthday gift for my friend’s one-year-old grandbaby. I asked the clerk what was the hottest new toy for a one-year-old. Without hesitating,  she took me straight to a stacking hedgehog pull toy.

So, as I told the reader who emailed me, “Taz hasn’t been taken away. She’s still very much here, albeit in a different form.

Taz now has the broader perspective I so desire and, like Yoda, she’s teaching me to unlearn everything I know.

So, my fine-feathered friends, I’ll say it once again: Go out now and have the very best weekend of your lives.

Pam Grout is the author of 19 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, Art & Soul,Reloaded: A Year-Long Apprenticeship to Summon the Muses and Ignite Your Daring, Audacious, Creative Side.