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Whispers: The Often Subtle Sometimes Rowdy Voice of Truth

Updated on June 30, 2011

In the beginning...

The odyssey began a little over four years ago. At the time, I had no idea just how much my life would change. I was a strong and sassy and utterly cocky imp who never gave a moment's thought to just how fragile I might be. Obstinate is an understatement. Add to the mix a super-righteous attitude and a life-is-a-daisy-field philosophy and you might get a glimpse of the person I was back then. To me, life was a carnival and the world was mine for the asking. I was happy as a frog on a lily. Didn't have a clue about just how fast things could change. I was about to find out.

Little monkey's mishap...

I have this super-cool hammock swing thingie that I wanted to suspend from a giant pepper tree in my front yard. I've always been an Ace tree-climber, but this task called for a different technique; the lowest limb on the tree was about 15 feet off the ground. So I threw a rope up over the limb and proceeded to 'walk' my way up the tree so that I could wrap the chain around the branch. I was just about done with the job when I lost my grip and fell flat on my back. Stars flew in all directions. I couldn't see anything but the bright white light. For a few moments, I couldn't breathe from the force of my body hitting the ground. All wind knocked out of my lungs. There was a very loud ringing in my head and my whole body went numb. I was pretty sure I was a goner. Next thing I knew, my dog was standing over me, licking my face and wagging her tail as if to say, "Yo Mama! Git your ass up and let's go play!" I laid there giggling at myself, wondering what army of angels had intervened. I was alive!

The poop hits the pile...

Dusted myself off and leaned against the tree for a bit, wondering whether or not I should give it another go. Decided to pour a glass of wine and sit for a spell. After half a glass, I figured I might as well go for it. All that was left to do was attach the hook to the chain. I looked up at the tree, asked for some help and shimmied my way back up the rope. When I was done, I dropped down to the sweet, sweet ground (Halleluiah!), hung the chair and said a little prayer of thanks to that army of angels. Oddly, I felt no pain from the fall nor did I detect any signs of damage. That is, not until about three days later. Woke up and couldn't move. I was in complete agony. My entire body seemed to have some kind of delayed reaction. The odyssey had begun.

At this point I feel it's only fair to tell you that my omission of the details (of ensuing diagnoses) is deliberate. What the doctors had to say was as varied and ridiculous as it was useless. I'm not big on western medicine anyway. But what followed was so stupid that I was ready to pull a John Q. on the whole lot. Suffice to say that from that day forward I learned the true meaning of the phrase "second opinion". But none of that really has much to do with the whole point of this missive. And yes, there is a point (grin).

When the poop hit the pile, all I could do was lie in bed curled up in a ball and wait it out. In the midst of it, a dear friend called to check in and offer her very wise counsel. One such suggestion was to focus as much as I could on all the good that was my Life. She was a big fan of my writings and thought it'd be good for me to write down every happy thing I could recall. At first I wasn't able to because I simply couldn't sit up. Even using the computer was out of reach. But that didn't stop me from thinking about it. For nearly a month, I laid there and focused my attention on the Joys that were my Life. When I was finally able to sit up and type, I began writing it all down as my own personal 'medicine'. With the gods as my witness, it worked! Reliving the moments that made up my Life to that point was the best medicine of all. It also led me to my first book. The name of that book...

A little taste...

Had I known that I would have to market this little book myself, I may not have done it. But even though it hasn't (yet!) gained world attention, those who have read it have been more than gracious with their accolades. Good for the Ego. Good for the Soul. I'm not sorry I published it. In fact, I'm pretty sure there's more to add. But, for now, I thought it might be fun to share a little taste. Of course, if you'd like to read the whole book, you can always get one at No, I am not above tooting my own horn. If I don't, who will? (gigglin' my ass off). So then...

Whispers in the Dark ~

Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night with some incredibly awesome idea and promised yourself that you'd remember it in the morning? Maybe you laid there, knowing you should write it down, but didn't have the oomph to get out of bed, find a pen and paper, and actually do it. Or, your groggy state, you decided that if you spoke the thought aloud you'd remember it in the morning. And drifted off to sleep again, only to find that when you woke up the next morning the idea was g-o-n-e. You knew there was something important that came to you in the night...but you just couldn't remember what it was.

Ever done that?

Come on. You know it's happened. And it drives you nuts every time it does because if you'd only listened to that Whisper, you are utterly, absolutely, positively certain your life would be different. You'd be on your way to being a gazillionaire if you could just REMEMBER!

Okay. Listen. We've all done it. Some of us have done it more times than we care to admit. And some of us, even after having it happen 142,379 times, STILL continue to do it. Don't beat yourself up. It happens.

But here's the thing ~ you can change all that in a second. If you'll just keep a little pad of paper and some sort of writing utensil at your bedside, you'll never have to wonder again. Sound simple? You bet. Will you do it?

Chances are, if while reading that last bit you had a little giggle (footnote: Or, perhaps, rolled your eyes?), you're probably going to continue procrastinating and NOT do what I'm about to suggest. You may even decide that this is far too simple an idea to give it much merit.

Here's a news flash for ya: it is the simplest ideas that usually bring the grandest results.

Not kidding.

So, here's the suggestion: as soon as you finish this paragraph, put the book down and put those tools by your bedside. A little pad and a pencil or a pen or a tube of lipstick or that icky eye liner you thought would be fabulous but makes you look like a hooker after a long night on Hollywood Boulevard. Whatever will leave a mark on the paper. Then, tonight, after you've said your prayers or read your book or done whatever it is you do before going to sleep, you can rest well knowing that when you wake up in the middle of the night with that life-changing, brilliant, never-before-thought-of idea, you'll have the means to save it.

So...put the book down NOW and go do it. (footnote: GO!)

{pause...for you to get off your arse and do it}

{still waiting.....}

Did you do it? Really? I'm gigglin' as I write here because I know what the odds are. But honestly, it's your choice. So if you happened to have actually put those tools by your bedside, BRAVO! If not, oh well. You know who's to blame when it happens again...and again...and again.

Get it?

P.S. If, on the other hand, you DID do it...tomorrow morning when you find those barely legible words on your little piece of paper, it's not going to matter that they're barely legible. Because you're going to remember whatever it was you were trying to save (footnote: Okay. You might not remember right away...but I promise, it'll come to you. Gotta trust me on this one.) Brilliant ideas are funny like that. Scribbled nonsense just somehow has a way of jogging the ol' brain. Even just one word can do it. And then you can clarify the entire thought, idea, invention, whatever, into a more legible version. (footnote: Or else, one of your genius friends will call you up and say just the 'right' thing to help you along.)

Simple, huh? Of course. But I guarantee you the majority of people will NOT do it because, just like the fleeting thought that leaves them forever in the middle of the night, this simple suggestion is probably going to be just as fleeting. The simplest ideas are always the most useful. That's why most folks ignore them. Too simple. Won't work. I'm telling you now, YES IT WILL. You just have to DO IT. (footnote: Hey! Do you think that's what Nike was trying to say?)


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      thebluearatus 6 years ago

      unique article. like the detailed description.

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      Camille Olivia Strate 6 years ago from Planet Earth

      GRIN! Thanks for the input, Dan.

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      danfresnourban 6 years ago from Fresno, CA

      Here again some great information. I will put a note pad on my night stand right now. I will let you know if genius strikes.