Vigorously and relentlessly making new possibilities

“Joy is the ultimate act of defiance.”—Bono222

Three things have kept me going over the past three weeks. Losing the one person, the only person I couldn’t live without has shifted me into a whole new cosmos.

My books, my workshops, my whole mission has been to defy consensus reality. But to defy does not mean to deny or to resist what is. I am grieving. I consider it an honor to grieve someone I love so much, someone whose very presence brought me such indelible joy.

I’m grateful for these three buoys that have kept me afloat:

1. An outpouring of love. I have heard from so, so many people. My home looks like a florist shop. My freezer is filled with casseroles. People are sending reports of seeing 222 everywhere. A lovely artist from Europe is painting a flower for Taz for the next 52 weeks. Someone in India is writing a book about Taz. I’m so incredibly blessed to have this kind of support. Thank you one and all for all the comments, the letters, the love. I feel you. And it means so much.

2. A story Lorna Byrne tells. Irish mystic Lorna Byrne, for those who haven’t read my book, Thank & Grow Rich, sees angels, spirits and other beautiful things the rest of us miss. She was 15 before she discovered that her brother Christopher, who she played with daily, had departed the planet before she was even born, when he was 10 weeks old. Our strict adherence to conventional reality precludes us from seeing friends like Christopher, the angels and other things that, to Lorna, are an everyday occurrence.

3. The 222 Foundation. I have decided to start a 222 Foundation in honor of Tasman. As you may remember from E-Squared, Taz and I had a thing about 222. We often texted each other photos when we saw our special number. We frequently got room 222 at various hotels. It was a thing.

Because Tasman was infinitely creative and gave her all to changing the world, I plan to give a $10,000 grant (maybe more) every year on February 22. I will field proposals for any and all creative projects that make a difference on the planet. I’m still formulating the guidelines and working with my accountant/lawyer, but I do know these projects will promote the fierce love Taz always stood for.

Each yearly project will:

A. Disrupt the old model. The us against them model is kaput. Taz and I (and Sister Sledge) firmly believe that “We are FAM—O–LEE.” We are all interconnected and even tiny actions have great significance.

B. Support the idea of a generous and abundant universe. What goes for “good works” now sometimes promotes scarcity, lack and fighting for resources. The 222 Foundation believes in the fundament of miracles. We believe the invisible world is our greatest resource. We believe this is not an impersonal universe and that we are not separate individuals fighting for our survival. Force plays no part in our vision for the world. And there are no enemies. We stand for a beautiful sense of the possible.

C. Change consciousness. A change in perspective is our greatest need. We believe in a world that’s alive and sacred. We believe all people (no exceptions) long to be generous and that today’s hopelessness is based on false premises. We intend to rewrite the current narrow reality that blatantly defies the larger process that’s going on beyond our understanding.

I will make an official announcement about the 222 Foundation soon. While I’m sure the projects will be more creative than anything I can list today, I’ll throw out a couple ideas just for fodder. Maybe we’ll fund people who create free energy devices or build wells in Africa or give trees to every second grader so they can plant and tend a living piece of our blessed earth.

Mostly the 222 Foundation will be about creating new possibilities for love, for connection and for all of us living in peace and harmony.

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.

My magical Taz: snapshots of a life of incomparable goodness, grace and gusto

‘There are certain things that happen to you as a human being that you cannot control or command, where you have to bow in the human humility that there’s something running through you that’s bigger than you.”—Elizabeth Gilbert

As many of you have pointed out, there really are no words. My beautiful daughter, Tasman McKay Grout, was epic. This photo essay is my way of celebrating her extraordinary life.


The dazzling Tasman Grout

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We first met on October 8, 1993. I was so smitten with this beautiful soul that I refused to let her out of my sight. Whisk her off to the nursery? No way.

taz6 (2)She was and always will be my brown-eyed girl.

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With her best grade school friends from the hood.

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I was never a prim and proper mother. Luckily, she didn’t much care.

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Instead, we spent lots of time outdoors. In fact, the best parenting advice I ever heard was, “Don’t try to get her to hurry up and move at adult speed. Better to slow down and see the world through her innocent childlike eyes.”

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Here she is with my mom who died 9 days earlier. We had just returned from mom’s memorial when Taz had her unexpected aneurysm.

tazseaShe was named for the Tasman Sea.  Her bio dad is from New Zealand and I got my master’s degree in Sydney, Australia.  She finally met the Tasman Sea in February 2017. She even did a solo five-day hike around the Abel Tasman Coastal Track.


She was quietly fearless and had a heart bigger than the sea for which she was named.


She has the coolest friends.


Who do the coolest things.

Once, she and her friend Marina posted an ad on Craigslist offering themselves up as superheroes willing to perform good deeds. For free. The only person who responded was the local newspaper wanting to write a story about the mysterious do-gooders.


These are some of her friends from college who have all sent me the nicest notes about how much Taz meant to them and how much she changed their lives for the better.


She graduated from Grinnell College with honors in May of 2016 with a degree in anthropology and Spanish.


Another friend commented that Taz always reminded her of the importance of not taking life too seriously. One of the best compliments she ever gave me was “Thanks, mom, for teaching me that you’re never too old to play.”


After college, she headed to Spain. Yes, she’s definitely her mother’s daughter. In her short 25 years, she traveled to more than 30 countries.


In Morocco.


In her beloved Barcelona


Children adored Taz.  Something about her drew them in. While in Barcelona, she was an au pair for these darling twins.


When she finally returned home after a year of wild wandering, she worked with the Spanish-speaking families of Douglas County for Big Brothers/Big Sisters. And because she definitely smoked what she sold, she became a big sister, as well, to Citlali, the girl with the cat ears on the right.

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Because I am such a proud momma, I literally have 38 (and I’m not exaggerating) photo albums of this gorgeous girl. But I’ll stop with the following photos of our travels around the globe.

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I wrote about our Costa Rica surf lessons with Jesus from Venezuela in my book, Thank & Grow Rich.

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One summer, when Taz was still in high school, we lived with a family high in the mountains of Ecuador, allegedly to teach Spanish lessons. Taz, who is fluent, actually performed her duties. I, who am not, mostly played street soccer with our charges. Here, we’re at an Ecudorian cooking class.


In New Zealand.


In Stockholm.


We walked the Cotswold Trail from Stratford-on-Avon to Bath, England the summer before last.


Our trip to Egypt was life-changing. We’ve also traveled together to Cuba, Peru, Europe and many Caribbean islands.

tazarmand And while we usually went casual, she could be quite glamorous when she wanted to be.


Her life was far too short. But the incandescent flame that is Tasman McKay Grout will shine forever, sparkling and inspiring us all to live and love better.

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.


Fierce love, will travel

“In order to keep us going, it is enough to be grateful for the next breath, because it’s not to be taken for granted that I can take another breath.”–David Steindl-Rasttazmosk

Some 25 years ago, I was invited to a small gathering with a psychic who had flown into Connecticut from California. I went along, not because I’d ever heard of this psychic (in fact, I can’t remember her name) but because my friend invited me and because, well, turning down an adventure is not my style.

The psychic went around the room, revealing to each person what she saw for their future.

When she came to me, she said, “Well, this is interesting.”

I waited with great anticipation. After all, I’d just finished a six-month training in rebirthing and was not exactly sure whether to continue traveling, whether to write a book, where I should go next to set up my mobile writing office.

Instead of answering any of those burning questions, she pronounced with great certainty, “Your next purpose in life is motherhood.”

I nearly fell off the chair. When we left the small home gathering, before we even got in the car, I said to my friend, “Well, that psychic was full of dookie. I’m 36. I’m not married. What a load.”

Not three weeks later, I discovered that indeed I was pregnant.

My daughter, Tasman McKay Grout, was born October 8, 1993 with wild light running through every cell. She landed here on planet earth with indiscriminate and generous love. For the past 25 years, she has been my world–my heart, my reason, my best friend. And as proud as I am of writing a bestseller, being Taz’s mom is by far the best thing I’ve ever done.

Paraphrasing the old “God never gives you more than you can handle,” I used to say “God had little faith in me because he gave me the perfect child.” She was beautiful, brilliant. Goodness for her came naturally. She gave 100 percent every day. I dedicated my last book, Art and Soul, Reloaded, to “Taz, the most creative person I know.”

Last Sunday, six days after her 25th birthday, Taz and I were texting back and forth about going to see “A Star is Born.” We had returned the day before from my mother’s funeral and because I had to be gone on her birthday (to make arrangements for mom), we had every intention of making up for lost time.

It had been 30 minutes since her last text, so I called her, just a casual “The movie’s at 1 and 3. Let’s go to breakfast first.”

Next thing I know, a Lawrence policeman was at my door. Taz, he said, is at the emergency room. Paramedics are getting ready to life flight her to Kansas City.

For the past week, I’ve been with her body at KU Med, learning about aneurisms, learning about organ donation (no surprise she’d checked the box at DMV), experiencing the insane kindness of total strangers.

As you can imagine, I’m still processing all of this, trying to focus on the love we shared and the amazing 25 years we did have. But I won’t lie. This last week has sucked. Even though I know Taz is not a body (yes, an old Course in Miracles standard) I’m still reeling with grief.

The other thing that psychic told me is that Taz would become a great spiritual leader. The list of lives she has already affected in her short two and a half decades is immense.

The t-shirt the paramedics cut off her body to start CPR was emblazoned with giant letters “V-O-T-E.” In her career, she worked as a match specialist with the Spanish-speaking families in Big Brothers/Big Sisters. Everything she did was some variation of this theme: love fiercely and do quiet, kind things for the underdog.

And while I’m not totally sure what’s coming next for me, someone pointed out at the hospital, that the Course in Miracles book I’m writing (now with Taz’s help) happens to be my 20th book and it’s coming out in 2020. That’s 222, the sacred number Taz and I shared.

I’ll close for now. But please know that I love you all. Taz loves you all. And you haven’t heard the last from either of us.

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.

Pinching myself over my extreme good fortune

“Let me be clear. I do feel like a contest winner.”— W. Kamau Bell

bourdainIn a profound and heartbreaking scene on last night’s Parts Unknown, Anthony Bourdain tells W. Kamau Bell, as they gaze over the Kenyan landscape, that he has to f***ing pinch himself because he can’t believe he gets to do and see all this.

I know the feeling. I’m frequently dumbfounded that a preacher’s kid from small-town Kansas has been blessed to experience Kenya, Turkey, Japan, Peru and many of the same countries as the celebrity chef. But even more sublime is that I also get to experience, to feel and to know the life force that ACIM 267 so eloquently promises, that Anthony Bourdain temporarily forgot last June.

I get the joy of knowing I am surrounded by love, that peace fills my heart and floods my body. I get the peace of knowing that every single thing I need is given me, that my every breath infuses me with strength.

As for Anthony Bourdain, whose shocking suicide stunned us all, we have to ask:

Didn’t he know how much we loved him?
Doesn’t he realize how beautiful he is, how much joy he gave us?

Having these thoughts reminds me of what our Source thinks about us as we go about our lives, not appreciating the truth of who we really are.

I know who you are, Anthony Bourdain, and I thank you for sharing your beauty and your truth with the world.

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.

It’s never too good to be true

“While you’re caught up in why he didn’t return your call, galaxies all across the cosmic horizon are tumbling into the unknown faster than the speed of light.”—Deepak Chopra dobby

We humans are an awful lot like Dobby, the house elf in the Harry Potter books. Thankfully, we don’t have the green tennis ball eyes or the long bat-like ears, but we do treat ourselves in much the same way.

Like Dobby, we continually settle for less. We refuse to fully accept our good. The universe is trying like bloody hell to pour out blessings and we’re so busy composing snarky tweets that we don’t even notice.

When Professor Dumbledore hired the heroic elf to work in the kitchen, he offered him ten galleons a week and weekends off. But Dobby wanted no part of it. He insisted on a single galleon and only one day off per month.

When Dobby, who always referred to himself in third person, explained his pay negotiations to Hermione, he said, “Dobby beat him down, miss. Dobby likes freedom, but he isn’t wanting too much, miss.”

That’s us. Never wanting too much. Never seeing our own beauty. Never recognizing that we have the power to create worlds.

And like Dobby, who often inflicted injury upon himself, we punish ourselves for simply being who we are. We may not hit ourselves in the head or iron our own hands, as Dobby did, but we certainly iron our hair, hit ourselves psychically every time we look in the mirror and constantly try to “improve” our perfect selves.

I prefer what British artist Ruby Etc. posted on Instagram. “The problem with my body? My brain for assimilating the concept of problem areas.”

So today, I say to myself, to Dobby and to every humanoid on the planet, “You are a perfect angel goddess rock star and I am so very, very proud of you. C’mon down and scoop up your gifts.”

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.

How to save big bucks on psychic readings

“If it’s the Psychic Network, why do they need a phone number?”—Robin Williams

fortune_teller_by_dburon-d5843kxI’m a huge fan girl of fortune tellers, psychics, mediums, tarot readers, palm readers, the whole crystal ball of wax. What could possibly be more fun than paying a mysterious someone to peer into your future and deliver exciting predictions of what’s to come.

Even the warnings are riveting, providing a never-ending source of intel for making decisions.

Over the past decade, however, I’ve discovered an even better resource for predicting my future. And it’s absolutely free of charge.

The words coming out of my lips. The words I utter to my friends, to my family, the words that dogpaddle through my brain.

When I say (and think) things like “This is going to be an extraordinarily epic day” or “Things always work out for me,” I find that’s exactly what happens. When I complain about an ache or bemoan the fact I didn’t get the prerequisite eight hours (who made up that figure anyway?), I pave the way for a less than stellar day.

The words we use to describe ourselves and our lives are a powerful resource.

We can use them to prophesy a positive future. Or we can throw them around carelessly like confetti at a party.

When we say thing like, “Oh no, it’s flu and cold season”  or “I’ve tried every diet out there,” we foretell an old story that has no reason to repeat itself except for our propensity to keep peering into the same antiquated and boring crystal ball.

The more I discover the power of my thoughts, the more I notice the psychic implications of my words.

At breakfast, a friend mentioned how she was blindsided over some event in her life. She uses this word a lot. Well, guess what? Every time I see her, there’s a new episode in her ongoing soap opera. I could probaby sell it to the networks: Blindsided: how one well-meaning drama queen unwittingly sows distress again. And again. And again.

So, while I’d never discourage anyone from consulting a psychic (the entertainment value alone is worth every penny), but it’s imperative to acknowledge that continuing to rehash the same old phrases and words and thoughts is a more accurate predictor of your future than any horoscope could ever be.

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.

The celebration coursing through your body

“You are defined by how great your thoughts are.”—Henry Winkler
Henry Winkler won his first Emmy last night for best supporting actor.

I have no idea if the 72-year-old actor has even heard of the Course in Miracles, but I do know he uses its principles in every aspect of his life.

When he was seven, he began imagining himself being an actor.

Because he had undiagnosed dyslexia, he was pegged in school as “the class dunce, not that bright. Stupid.” His parents practically disowned him because they thought he was lazy.

He called it ironic that he went into a field where reading was part of the drill. Monday’s script read-throughs on “Happy Days” where he played the leather-jacketed, bequiffed Arthur Herbert Fonzarelli filled him with dread.

But along the way, he learned something important, something ACIM Lesson 261 tells us. We live and move in a ginormous field of love and information.

He was unable to learn by using his eyes. Or his brain. So he learned by getting quiet and simply listening. By accessing the ginormous field of love and info coursing through his body.

“I have to wait,” he says.

But without fail, whatever he needs to know literally drops into his awareness.

The trick, he says, is getting beyond the neurosis in your brain. Once you wash anything that bothers you out of your body, everything you need to know is right there.

“Your inner voice, your instinct knows everything.”

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 counteract the operative inside my mind with forgiveness

“Why should James Bond have all the action, fun, money, and resort hotel living.” ― Paul Kyriazi

“Hm,’ said Bond. ‘That’s bogeyman stuff.”—Ian Fleming james bond

My ego (that whiny voice that likes to inform me that so and so “done me wrong,” that this circumstance is a huge problem) is a double agent. It pretends to know everything. But he really did call you a skunk. You really DO have a good excuse.

It pretends to be my friend. It pretends to be working on my behalf. But it lies through its teeth. It has no allegiance to the higher cause. In fact, it’s employed by the patriarchy, loyal only to the dominant paradigm that says people are not to be trusted, that lack and limitation is the state of the world and that fear is the only emotion worth cultivating.

This pernicious double agent ego infiltrated my mind sometime before I was 5. It began transmitting disinformation by telling me I was somehow different from other people and that I was both better (sometimes it whispers that fictitious story) and/or worse (another popular tactic) than everybody else.

It gained my trust by scaring me, showing me its deceptive surveillance of the wretched and the ugly. This double crossing mole told me that life is hard, that people were not to be trusted, that abundance was for other people.

But today, I have but one goal. To stand with and for Truth. ACIM Lesson 257 promises me peace. And any operative that presents conflicting counterintelligence, I will immediately report to the authorities (the Holy Spirit) to handle as it sees fit.

Also want to share this video from I’ll be joining them this November for the maiden Social Impact Journey. Any takers?

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.

How I use gratitude to give all seeming problems the old one-two punch

“There are many words meaning thank you. Some you can only whisper. Some you can only sing.”—Mary Oliver

aaI was just invited to participate in a Gratitude Summit. As I told the organizers, the reason I answered “can’t wait” is because gratitude, as y’all know, is my wingman.

I use it like I use duct tape. Of all the tools in my kit (and believe me, when you have a thinking cap like mine, you need lots of tools), it’s the one I most often pull out. It’s a multi-purpose utensil whether I’m trying to heal a relationship, fix a physical boo-boo or just feel happier.

I’ve discovered it’s especially useful when I notice I’m marching across the desert towards some mirage that looks an awful lot like a problem. Once I finally lasso my racing mind, the mind that’s squawking “eeks!” “oh no!” “death is surely imminent,” I give it the following one-two punch.

Step One: (again I can only do this when I finally recognize that I’m making it worse by fretting and awfulizing) is to actually realize that this is a gift waiting to be opened. To say thank you that this “problem” is just another rat finally come up from the cellar, one I probably need to look and call out as the poser it is. So thank you “alleged problem” for so clearly showing me I still have resistance. This is an incredible gift when you recognize its healing potential. I mean, who doesn’t want Orkin down there shooing away the vermin?

Step Two: Recognize that whatever this thing my mind is trying to scare me with is one of hundreds of thousands of superpositions in the field of infinite potentiality. This imposter (be it seeming illness, poverty, a disgruntled boss) is literally a tiny spot, barely worth noticing. That’s cause for celebration.

So I can either continue to turn it into a big hairy deal. Or I can say “Hallelujah! Thank ya, Jesus” that I am all-powerful spirit that has temporarily descended into a body and that, with this power, with my very command, I can send it into the native nothingness from which it came.

The Course, above all else, tells us that our salvation lies in teaching the exact opposite of every single thing the ego (or that chattering, blustery mind) believes.

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.

More stories to rock your world

“I pray for the change in perception that will let me see bigger and sweeter realities.”–Ann Lamott dennis braun

My favorite thing in the whole world is miracles. I’ve been a student of ‘A Course in Miracles’ for more than 25 years. The TV series I created is set in an ecovillage called Milagro Springs. Milagro, of course, is Spanish for miracle. And I spend my days looking for miracles which, in reality, is nothing but recognizing Truth.

Let me repeat. Miracles are natural and normal and happen constantly…once we give up antiquated patterns of thinking.

To prove it, here’s yet another trio of miracle stories in honor of ACIM Lesson 253:

1. “I want to share a quick story with you that totally rocked my world! So, there is a retreat that I really want to attend, but my husband didn’t like the idea of me spending almost $2000 on a weekend away when we have a mortgage, bills etc. Fair enough I said, I’ll manifest the extra money to go then. He laughed and said ok, you do that.

“A few months passed and as the cut of date for the application and payment was due, I wondered if I would make it to the retreat? I still had Ziva Retreat postcards in highly visible locations all over my house and had faith (although admittedly, it was beginning to dwindle).

“Then, just yesterday my Chiropractor and one of the speakers/organizers of the retreat rang me to say that one of the crew members was no longer able to attend and would I like to take her place! I would be working behind the scenes, but would be sitting in on all of the sessions, plus all of my meals and accommodation would be paid for! As you can imagine, I was flabbergasted and totally amazed at the FP! (so was my husband haha).”

2. “This will be one of those e-mails telling you how right you are. How because of you today is going to be amazingly awesome. How putting positive thoughts out into the world comes back to you ten times over. Sorry about another one of those e-mails, but I hope you never get tired of hearing how your words inspire us! It’ll also be about a project – one inspired by you – that I’ve been working on for a few years.

“I’ve been a reader for a long time. When things get rough I re-read E-Squared and E-Cubed to put me back into the zone. The experiments worked when I did them the first time and still work my umpteenth time around.

“I’m writing to you today from a cruise ship in the Caribbean. This is our 60th+ cruise. Hubby and I caught the cruise bug years ago on a wedding anniversary and have gotten hooked. What’s so surprising for us is that we both grew up in poverty with free school lunch and food stamps and all. For us growing up poor, to be on a cruise, let alone get to go again and again and again? Never in our wildest dreams.

“But there is something else that has been against us. Hubby was born with cerebral palsy and is disabled. He’s not in a wheelchair, but most people assume he’s had a stroke because he doesn’t have use of his right side. He also was in renal failure and was bedridden a couple years ago. As for me, I have rheumatoid arthritis, have had two knee replacements, and have two shoulders full of screws holding everything together. I used to be scooter-bound, even. We’ve been through a lot. I often wonder about how we got through it and others didn’t.

“Sometimes I feel like I need to pinch myself to check if this life is really my life. How did I get here? Why am I one of the lucky ones who get to live a life like this one? I do know for sure we are blessed to have this life. These experiences. After some trips – and sometimes midway through some trips – I’m certain we are done. But by golly, we recover and regroup and find ourselves able to plug away one more day.

“I am certain that because of an idea you shared years ago, we have the ability to continue to live our lives to the fullest.

“For the last several years I’ve been giving away dollar bills with notes of encouragement. I used to hand write notes on packs of Post-It notes but I found the adhesive wasn’t sticking in high-humid climates we were traveling to. A couple years back I switched to making my own little money pockets and printing labels for them. I’ve left them in restrooms and airplane magazines and sugar containers. I’ve left them in windowsills and tip jars and hotel room drawers. I’ve left them on buses and taxis and trains and cruise ships. Sometimes I place one somewhere once a day and other days I drop them off multiple times. Most of the time I never find out who picks it up; other days I do.

“If you’re interested in what I’ve been doing with them, I did a blog post about it here.

“I’ve gotten a lot of good feedback about the pockets. I even had a grandma tell me she’s doing the project with her granddaughter. Yay!”

3. Last story is from Marc Medley, a school administrator who does a regular podcast called The Reading Circle. He interviewed me a couple Saturday’s ago.

If you’re interested in a listen, I’ve posted it below. Before we started the interview, however, Marc shared a miracle story about reconnection—my most favorite kind.

Family relationships, being what they are, can sometimes go off the rails. He hadn’t spoken with one of his daughters for awhile. After reading the story in E-Squared about my friend who healed a rocky relationship with her mother, he decided to follow suit.

Just like my friend, he started sending silent blessings to the estranged daughter. Every day, he’d wish good things for her. Within a few days, well, you can probably guess what I’m about to say? She called out of the blue.**

Also want to mention that this month, if anyone has yet to read Thank & Grow Rich, the digital version is going for a mere $1.99. That’s less than a small cappuccino.

**Another synonym for God.

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.