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Raindrops on roses, whiskers on…..

July 28, 2026 23 Comments

“Anything tainted by a filter of limitation is not true.”—David Bingham

Most of us can list our favorite movies and songs.

I had to chuckle at myself the other day when I blurted out “This is probably my favorite belief….”

Not that I have a top ten list or had given it much thought, but I definitely recognize that my beliefs play out in my life and color my experiences.

I can’t help but notice that most cultural, scientific and spiritual beliefs are disempowered versions of reality. I heard someone the other day call them belief traps—stories that keep us small and fearful and unwilling to open to bigger and better.

With a nod towards Julie Andrews, these are a few of my favorite beliefs:

Every single person is absolutely amazing, beautiful and loving. No exceptions. This belief gets a lot of push back. But think about it—if you believe kind, loving, thoughts about everyone, you draw those qualities out. If you believe there’s no such thing as “a bad guy,” they tend to disappear.
Healing happens. Everything regenerates. Thanks to the force field in which we exist, healing and regeneration are natural. They can only be stopped if we believe we need to do something, worry, google to find out what’s wrong. The belief that I can safely “let go” and let the field do its glorious thing has served me exceedingly well over the years.
Possibilities (AKA probabilities in the quantum field) are unlimited. I mean think about it, there are something like 10 billion stars in our galaxy alone and at least 2.5 trillion galaxies. Those numbers are so vast they don’t even compute. So whatever problem I might erroneously “believe” I’m confronting, I have to ask–is that a belief trap or just one of a gazillion, infinite, I-can’t-even-imagine possibilities. To believe that anything has a boundary, a terminus or a ceiling of any kind is not in my best interest.

Have a smashing day, oh noble comrades, and by that I mean, smashing any belief that might confine you in any way.

#222 Forever!

Pam Grout is the author of 22 books including E-Squared, Thank & Grow Rich , The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World)and her latest, The Ego’s Playbook.

I feel buzzy, oh so buzzy

July 22, 2026 34 Comments

“I learned to communicate with invisible presences. I’ve been listening for the unseen ever since.”—Brian Conroy

The daily readings in the Course in Miracles right now are reviews, each one kicking off with the statement that is repeated ad naseum throughout the entire thousand-plus pages.

“I am not a body. I am free. For I am still as God created me.”

In this physical domain, that statement is a real head-scratcher. I see a body every time I look in the mirror. I feel a body when, as a girl who cain’t say no, I play pickleball way longer than I should.

However, I’ve also begun to notice that who I really am stretches way beyond the few cubic feet of material space I’ve identified as “me.”

As I begin to experience myself as an electromagnetic field, as an energetic frequency, I recognize the truth in that statement. I feel a connection to well, everything.

Lately, when people ask “how ya’ doin’?,” I’ve been answering with “I’m buzzy.”

What I mean is I’m feeling this palpable energetic buzz that brings me intense joy. I notice it whenever I stop for a moment, whenever I walk outside and feel the trees and the wind and the shimmering sun. Sometimes, I notice it when I’m unloading the dishwasher.

It’s different than say, the joy I get when Taz sends me a hedgehog or a reader offers thanks for one of my books.

It’s a field of coherence, I guess you could say, that feels alive and in unity with the whole universe.

And even though it’s hard to put into words, it feels magical and exciting and even well, commonplace.

May this field, this truth, this river of love bring peace and joy to us all.

#222 Forever!

In love with life

July 15, 2026 33 Comments

“The field doesn’t need to be reached or earned. It needs only to be recognized.”—Cynthia Li

I spent last week in the mountains of Colorado. At dinner, on our first night there, the chef presented us with a delightful and unexpected amuse-bouche.

Translated from French, it means “an amusement for your mouth.” They’re small, whimsical culinary creations, never listed on the menu. Instead, an amuse-bouche is a free gift from the chef to a) make you feel special and b) to show off his or her talents.

All day, every day, I notice, life presents me with amuse-bouches, unexpected little joys that cost me nothing and showcase its bounty.

That’s the whole premise of the A.A. 2.0 program that I showcased in Thank and Grow Rich: a 30-day Experiment in Shameless Gratitude and Unabashed Joy.

I still practice it every single morning. When you start looking for treasure (because, well, your possibility posse is waiting to hear the brand new things you’re grateful for), amuse-bouches pop up everywhere.

When you put on the magic hat of gratitude, the gifts become too many to list.

I almost had to pinch myself on this trip to Colorado. The number of improbable and wonderous amuse-bouches began multiplying like Mickey’s broom in the Sorcerer’s Apprentice: the night sky without man-made light (I’d forgotten how many stars there are), the tiny adaptions of flowers above the tree line, the stunning beauty of mountain lakes, meeting just the right people giving just the right restaurant recommendations at just the right time.

I’ll close with an amuse-bouche shared yesterday by my Spanish maestra. Thanks to an early freeze, the peach trees on her farm lost their blossoms, taking all hope of a summer crop.

One evening last week, she noticed her mouth watering. She really, really, really wanted a big, fat, juicy durazno (that’s peach in Espanol), but, hey, her crop had failed and she lives in the country, miles from a grocery store. However, when she walked outside to look at the moon, there, on a branch of the peach tree nearest her house, hung a single, big, fat, juicy peach.

Did she summon it with her desire? Or was it an amuse-bouche lovingly presented by the creator of all magic?

#222 Forever!

Nothing taken for granted

July 8, 2026 26 Comments

“It is paradise here, if you have eyes to see and ears to hear.”—Jedidiah Jenkins

Wow! You guys blew me away with all your inspiring, encouraging comments. Thank you! SO MUCH!

I read and will consider every word as I commence on this exciting, new writing journey, knowing that, in the end, the muses always get the last word.

Even though I wrote an entire book on gratitude, I learned during the opening weeks of the World Cup that I still take way too many things for granted.

Take my hometown, for example. While I certainly include many of its assets on my daily list of amazing awesomeness, I didn’t realize how much I overlook until all these media outlets from all over the world started praising little old Lawrence, Kansas. The ultimate compliment, mentioned by many of the journalists, was “I could live here.”

I already appreciated that we Lawrencians are radically inclusive and open to everyone. And that we have scores of musician and artist transplants from California to New York and that the southwest corner of our Meadowbrook Apartments is considered by Google Earth to be the center of the earth.**

And I knew beat poet William Burroughs chose to live here longer than he lived anywhere and that our 100 Good Women (an organization that helps anybody with anything) raises funds with an annual Mrs. Roper walk.

For those who forgot Helen Roper from Three’s Company, think colorful caftans and over-sized costume jewelry on a rousing bar hop down our equally-colorful, historic downtown.

Though I regularly wrote travel articles for the very publications that praised our town, it never occurred to me to sing my own hometown’s praises. Like Byron Katie said yesterday, “the ego tries to talk us out of a perfect life.”

So, thank you universe for so clearly pointing out that, no matter how appreciative I think I am, there is always room for more gratitude, more enchantment.

Every single flower, tree and bumblebee is a gift to me. Every grin, every face, every living thing with which I share this wonderful world — thank you Louis Armstrong — is worth proclaiming huzzah from the tippy top of Mount Oread (yes, we even have a mini-mountain here).

So here’s to embracing it all and never again missing life’s gorgeous moments and unending gifts.

#222 Forever!

**The childhood bedroom of Brian McClendon, the co-inventor of Google Earth lived there (at the center of the earth) from the time he was four through age 18.

An uprising of the heart

July 3, 2026 165 Comments

“In grace you see a light that covers all the world in love.”—A Course in Miracles

My daily mandala created from blossoms in my yard.

You may have noticed an uptick in the number of posts from me this week. I’m gearing up for my next writing project which requires me to tune in, to listen, to focus daily.

And because I like to celebrate exciting news with my peeps — that’s you, by the way — I’ve been inspired to share some of the ideas that are currently pouring through.

I’m thinking a lot about what I’m calling reality fields. Different dimensions that exist all at the same time. That’s why you notice some people spending all their energy on grievances (things that need to be fixed or changed) and others that live in utter amazement and gratitude. Both, of course, exist.

Each of us has a direct influence on the reality field we inhabit.

Since I’m no longer interested in manifesting “things” (that’s the easiest trick in the book), I’m focusing on expanding reality fields that show off the aliveness and intelligence in which we all swim. Hundred monkeys is happening, folks.

Among other things, I’m curating a book of stories about things we once believed were impossible that are now ordinary as pie. I’ve collected a whole library of “You are never going to believe this” tales.

I’m hoping in the comments section below, you’ll take the time to comment on whether you’d prefer a book of experiments (ways to experience in real time a different reality field) or a compendium of miracles stories that also shift us into a new reality field.

Speaking of reality fields, we, here in Lawrence, Kansas have created a beautiful reality field of love with the Algerian World Cup team that we hosted. Our little college town of less than 100,000 has been recognized by CNN, BBC, ABC, The Philadelphia Inquirer, The Guardian, USA Today, Sen Adam Kinzinger’s Sunday good news, Germany’s Die Zeit, Algerian newspapers and Travel and Leisure.

Either way, I’m excited to share the love blossoming all around us.

#222 Forever!

And, oh yes, have the absolutely best Fourth of July weekend of your life.

Impossible you say?

July 1, 2026 28 Comments

“Beliefs change the math about what is possible and probable,”– Shawn Achor

In October 1903, the New York Times declared that it would take from one million to 10 million years for men to build a machine that could fly. They interviewed notable engineers, scientists and others who had worked and reworked the formulas only to conclude that such a feat was simply not possible.

Exactly 69 days later, Orville and Wilbur Wright took off in the first engine-powered, heavier-than-air machine they called the Wright Flyer.

And if that impossible thing suddenly became possible, it’s worth examining other impossibilities we’ve long believed.

We live in an exciting, rapidly-changing time. The old, confining reality is dissolving before our very eyes. And the more we open ourselves to stories and beliefs that used to be impossible, that don’t fit into old boxes anymore, the bigger our playground becomes.

The model we’ve invested in for the last several thousand years is a tiny compression of the inconceivably vast and grand reality in which we live. It’s a tiny sliver of the full spectrum of potentiality.

And I, for one, refuse to invest any more energy in anything someone else deemed impossible.

#222 Forever!

A trio of itty-bitty, most extraordinary reminders

June 29, 2026 19 Comments

“We are in our daily lives reflections of what we worship.” — Edgar Cayce

My dad was a Methodist minister which meant I spent most Sunday mornings in church.

Far as I could tell, this weekly gathering served to remind the congregation what we learned last week and the week before that.

To this day, I still appreciate little nudges that help me recapture reality as it truly is. Such as:

Love is always the most stable force. To paraphrase a quote my dad used to say, two or more gathered in love is a stronger energy force than 10,000 believing in fear. If life were a tug-of-war (which some folks believe it is), two energy fields holding love can pull ten thousand over the line.

The world is infinite and offers more possibilities than I could ever begin to imagine. Anytime I rail against anything, I am forgetting that said thing (say injustice, for example) is one tiny, temporary potentiality among the literally unlimited other superpositions.

The world has regenerative powers. And even one person holding that love frequency influences the whole. I wrote about the 4-minute mile rule in one of my books. Once one person does it, others realize they can do it, too. It’s not unusual at Joe Dispenza’s gatherings for one person, wheelchair bound for years, to get up and walk. And once that happens, often others, also in wheelchairs, stand and walk, too.

So that’s my Monday sermon! Here’s to holding the love frequency while enjoying and savoring the heck out of your week.

#222 Forever!

Through a wider lens

June 23, 2026 23 Comments

“You are cared for by the universe beyond that which you can measure or understand right now.”—Regina Dawn Akers

Salaam Shabbi!

That may not be spelled right, but that’s what we’re saying these days in Lawrence, Kansas as we host the Algerian World Cup team. Between non-stop street parties, our marching band learning the Algerian national anthem and our quaint little downtown festooning itself in green and red, we’ve managed to create quite a stir. Stan Herd, our local crop artist, even created a ½-acre Algerian flag.

So in honor of last night’s victory of Les Fennecs (our newly-adopted team), I thought I’d take a moment to share with you, my beloved readers, a couple stories that defy the typical fear nonsense kicked up by our crazy egos.

For example, our culture seems to think making a profit should always take precedence, that creating capital is the end-all-be all.

As of last February, a café in Minneapolis has turned that restrictive system on its head. The owner of Post Modern Times decided it would no longer operate as a profit-based business. From that point on, it became a free and donation-based restaurant. While some 40 percent of its patrons don’t donate, the economic equality created with this new model has caused the restaurant to thrive, well beyond its previous levels.

In France, a group of businesses are opening their offices to homeless people in the evenings when they’re not using them. Called the Bureaux du Coeur (“Offices of the Heart”), the non-profit was started by business leaders who believe economic activity should serve society. What a concept!

Together with social service agencies, the now-national movement is consistently described as life-changing. Not only do participants find a sense of belonging (they often stay for coffee when the staff arrives), but old stereotypes about homelessness have been blown to smithereens.

Speaking of stereotypes, I also loved the story about a prison in Washington whose inmates are now rehabilitating endangered butterflies.

So I’ll sign off today with this question: “What beliefs do you have that might be restricting new possibilities?”

Happy Tuesday!

#222 Forever!

A little shot of dopamine for your inbox

June 5, 2026 15 Comments

“My interest had grown thin in what the world had to offer.”—Bob Roth

Azul and I at a baseball game last summer.

Happiest of Fridays, my fine-feathered friends.

While I may be the last .05 percent that still takes the local newspaper (mostly because I dig doing the puzzles), I happened to notice today’s “Speed Bump” cartoon.

In it, a little chicken was looking at his fellow chicken who was huge with rage. The angry chicken was literally emanating steam. In the cartoon bubble, the little chicken looks over and says, “I told you not to look at the news.”

The “news” I like writing about tells a different story. In fact, I’ve been visualizing a world where all newspapers and national broadcasts cover nothing but kindness, connection and miracles. In other words, the real facts about the world, the still-present love happening underneath the contradictions our fear and jacked-up-nervous systems have introduced into the field.

Can you imagine the resulting peace and possibilities from such a feed?

According to the Course, we have wasted many, many years on these senseless whims and quaint absurdities.

So here are a couple news items that speak to me:

The U.S. World Cup soccer coach runs every team he’s ever led according to “energia universal,” a higher form of energy that he believes people can connect with and harness. Mauricio Pochettino always keeps a box of lemons in his office and in his teams’ locker rooms.

“I believe 100 percent that lemons pull out negative energy,” he says.

He religiously changes out the lemons every 10 days. He has also been known to insist players walk on hot coals, an exercise that demonstrates the power of the mind over the body and he often chooses his roster according to players’ auras, not their skills.

News item #2 happened to moi last night. Ever since Taz worked with the Spanish-speaking families of Big Brothers/Big Sisters, I’ve been a Big to my Little, Azul.

Last night, I volunteered at a BBBS fundraiser that pitted 10 chefs, who each brought their best dish and a specially-crafted cocktail, to be judged and chosen as winners by the audience.

Called Plates and Pours, this fun event also featured a video where a dozen or so Littles who are now grown up were interviewed about their relationship with their Bigs. I was casually watching when I was startled to see a picture of my mom on the screen who was posing with her Little, Courtney who, of course, I’ve known since she was small.

Courtney in the video mentioned that when she met Shirley, my mom, her mom was addicted to drugs and her dad, an alcoholic, had abandoned her.

She raved about the difference my mom made in her life. I’m used to getting fun little signs from Taz, but this was special because it came from my mom who died the same year.

In the video, most of the Bigs were sitting next to their grownup Littles and, in the end, they each hugged. My mom, who is no longer here in the physical, couldn’t hug Courtney, but the long-term effects (she’s now a successful wife and mom herself) are still very much present.

Have a fab weekend, friends!

#222 Forever!

Possibilities you might never have imagined

May 29, 2026 22 Comments

“It is urgent to live enchanted.”—Valter hugo mae

This incredible Luna Moth showed up the other night while I was enjoying dinner al fresco in my back yard.

Every day, the Course in Miracles asks me to forgive.

Sometimes that’s easy.

Other times, I prefer gripping tightly to my stories. There’s a certain perverse satisfaction in believing something needs to change, thinking someone did me dirty.

It’s intoxicating at times to be a victim, to dislike certain events, to believe those people out there are wrong, wrong, wrong.

Either way, I know that when I don’t forgive, my life energy becomes stuck in destructive loops.

And when I do choose to surrender my stories of good and evil, right and wrong, my energy gets a bright and shiny chance to flow in new vibrant and nourishing directions.

I know I don’t need to remind you, but because it’s my custom, I hereby urge you to go out and have the very best weekend of your life.

#222 Forever!

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