#3keyelements

"What's the matter, son?"

"I just need to cry so much!" he says, his head and very eyelids weighed down by some invisible force.

"Okay, you can go cry if you want," I say soothingly.

He does...and comes back up to the kitchen.

"Mom, it's not helping."

"Want to try some Kirk-tools?"

His eyes well with fresh tears and he nods.  

"Let's start basic.  How big is it?"

He stretches out his hands and bends at the knees, showing me that he's holding basically the world on his chest, and the weight of it is too much to bear.

"What color is it?"

"It's goopy."

"Is it getting all over you?"

"Yeah," he says through tears. "It's big and hairy and goopy and multicolored."

"Like a yak hairball?"

He smiles a little, but then nods. I can almost see it there, mucking up his hands and dripping on my floor.

"Want to keep it?" I say mischeviously.

He shakes his head, chin wrinkling with emotion.

"Want to get rid of it?"

"Yes!" He cries.

Okay.  So I lead him and the YakBall out side on the front porch.  I help him visualize the Salt Flats over the mountians - a place far away where the yak ball won't hurt anyone else. I tell him to aim for that ridiculous sculpture we see on the drive there.  He smiles.

He has to drop kick the yak ball three times before he can follow through and see it leave.

Then he goes inside and sobs like the dickens. 

And after that goes on for as long as it needs to, with plenty of quiet reinforcement from his mommy, "It's okay to cry; just let it out," He grows quiet.  He slumps, relaxed in our recliner.

"I feel so light now," he says softly.

"That's because you let it go, sweetie."

"Thanks, Mom." he smiles and takes my hand, "I'm glad you learned how to do this."

I attended "Master Your Influence" in February.

Kirk kept asking people if they had their vision boards up at home.  I did not, because the last time I had, I was only able to take off 2 things before "life happened," and then I just got really mad that the painters tape would so easily peel off my sueded walls. I had thrown out my vision board about 8 months ago, actually. Scrapped the whole thing.

On the way home from the last day, I thought about putting up a board and felt distinctly that it was not the right time. Which may sound mad...but if it was one thing Kirk had taught me, it was to follow inspiration. 

Fast forward through two weeks of keeping an "Inspiration Journal" and a "decisions journal" and a "drawing journal" and it hit me one day, "Put up your vision board; one for everyone in the family."

So I did. We even had a Family Night about it. But this time I used cork boards. WAY better for the walls, I can tell you.

And the very next day, well, I got me some evidence that Vision Boards are powerful. 

1. I finally had something to put in my "Black Journal" which I actually call "Comment Prison." Yeah, about 65 somethings... wow.

2. The idea I've been waiting for for over 7 months, it came to me!  The very reason I started the Inspiration Journal, the reason I put up the Vision Board!  It came THAT FAST. And it was - LITERALLY - idea 101.  What does that mean?

That means I LITERALLY had ONE HUNDRED other ideas/inspirations that needed to be expressed FIRST, before the one I was looking for could come out.

Wow, right?  

And that sort of breakthrough just scared the garbage out of the Dot People. 

A few years ago I was advised to “write happy.” This advice came on the tail of my Life Coach having read - of his own free will - a whole book of poetry I’d written in my youth/teenage years.

I told him that I knew more about pain and misery.

And even as I said the words, I knew they were a lie…I just didn’t know why. 

Enter Kirk Duncan, Kim Duncan, Ann Washburn and the 3 Key Elements (a wondiferous company if there every was one!)

(For imagery sake, see Kirk enter stage left with his arms open, palms up, a big, sincere smile on his face. Kim enters stage right with her gentle yet powerful sashay and dressed to the nines, complete with eye-catching necklaces. And Ann, powerfully listening, is backstage this particular time as the capable, encouraging, places-calling stage manager. The Elements themselves were flown in from above, sparklers whirling on the edges of the banner (which means there was someone like Wayne or Kevin or one of the myriad of other fantastic employees back there working the pulleys).

I bet it was dazzling and the music was playing the first time. So why didn’t I see it? I didn’t see it because I was looking down.

Yeah, they’ve made an entrance at least three times.

But this time it was all of them … and this time I looked up