Contraction Expansion

I was emailing a friend today about buying a couple of sport touring motorcycles for a trip we were planning in the fall and I noticed in our numerous exchanges that there was a feeling of contraction in what he was saying. He made a few references to the economy being down, and people selling their “toys” first in an economic downturn – those non essential things that men acquire. Boats, motorcycles, snow mobiles, fast cars, etc. My friend was suggesting that his funds were tight and if he were to buy a bike it should be a short sale from someone needing quick cash. I know that his net worth far exceeds mine and I wondered about the difference between contraction and expansion. That got me to thinking about the experience we create inside ourselves.

Why did I feel the complete opposite of contraction? I had this really expansive feeling about what was happening both economically and personally for me. I could feel the momentum steadily build inside of me. The more expansive I felt the more expansive I thought and the more expansive I thought the more I relaxed and open I was to the total abundance of Life all around me.

Today I delivered three proposals for work I had priced and rode the Triumph to my meetings. The sky was cobalt blue, the sun brilliant and warm. The waves along the shore line were white and powerful. I could feel this incredible energy build during the day. And I could see the way we create our experiences for ourselves.

Contraction leads to more contraction. When I feel that tightness I feel the Life force constricted.

Expansion feels more natural in my body. The blood fills my veins and flows. The mind slows down and can see more clearly…

Kinda like twisting a throttle versus putting on the brakes…

Be well, be safe, and be expanded. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Yeah, that’s it.

J

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