You're alive, you're alive, you're alive

When the plane tragically went down in the Mediterranean last month, I’d just got off a plane myself, my head full of the stuff people’s heads get full of most of the time – agendas, commentaries, appraisals and so on, the stuff of the internal dialogue, that assumes disproportionate levels of importance to the point of blocking out awareness of the basic yet improbable miracle of life. And being a fairly frequent flyer, so not unused to occasional bouts of midair turbulence myself, occasionally ones of great extremes, I could relate strongly to the horrific fear that must have gripped the people on it and found myself roundly awakened to the gift of still being alive. ‘I’m alive – I didn’t go down in a plane today,’ I thought and gave thanks.

Which reminded me of the power of that simple affirmation and the huge and instant effect it has on the psyche. Try repeating it at least 6 times in a row with feeling and you’ll see what I mean. ‘I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive.’

It’s actually one of the more powerful suggestions employed in hypnotherapy when the therapist can’t bring the patient out of a trance – you’re alive – whispered three times in their ear.

No one knows what will happen tomorrow or in the next minute for that matter. Reminding yourself of the gift of life and being thankful for it is one of the fastest, surest ways to snap yourself out of an egocentric, not-going-anywhere, agenda-based trance and reset yourself ready to get on with the adventure with renewed gusto.

Loving wish: may you be with your gusto renewed, your heart filled with glad gratitude and your mind fresh and clear today.

Love, B