Coach E on Autism

Being Miracle Minded

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November 22nd, 2010 · 1 Comment · Uncategorized

Dear friends and family,

It is this time of year that we  take stock of what we have and overlook what we have not. There is so much to be grateful for.  Jeff, Neal and I are so blessed to have so many wonderful friends, supportive family and so much love in our lives.  Although there are tough times, we fortunately get through them – with care and even humor. I know that this is not always an easy task.

I remember a time when I was going through a particular dark time and felt very alone.  My Dad provided the wisdom that I needed.

My Dad can always find ways to be grateful – even when he was recovering from quadruple bypass surgery and a massive stroke and had to learn to speak again, and to walk after being told that he would never walk again. Even as he learned again to eat with a fork, and to see out of eyes that render him legally blind. “For a man in my condition,” he liked to say “I’m in great condition.”

When I ask my dad if he ever feels down, he says, “The thoughts come to me, but I decide not to think them.”

I want to think like my dad.

My cousin tells me that in our religious tradition, we are to thank G-d at least 100 times a day. Whenever we voice something positive we are to follow it with “Baruch Hashem.” “Thank you God.” Whenever we can, we are to focus on the positive, on beauty, on gratitude. “What a great discipline.” I muse. I try it on. It’s easier than you might imagine.

“I am grateful that I have eyes to see,” I say aloud, “ Thank you, God. I am grateful that I have ears to hear. Thank you, God. I am grateful for the hum of the hummingbird. Thank you, God. I am grateful that my eyes can see the bird and my ears can hear the hum. Thank you…” That’s four “Thank you God’s and it’s still only 7:30 a.m. I have the rest of the day to find the other 96. I’m liking this.

I determine to make a conscious decision every day to see the bright and the light in my world. I discipline my mind the way I would exert a muscle. It is a conscious mental workout to choose to see good rather than the bad, to feel gratitude rather than entitlement, to perceive autism as extraordinary rather than horrible. I liken it to when I first started yoga and couldn’t touch my toes. Then every day I got closer – first to my knees, then to my shins, then I touched the baby toe. Today, I am Gumby, bending so effortlessly that people assume that I’ve always been this flexible.

So it is with this happiness “muscle”: Sure, there are many sad things in the world. But there’s a difference between justified sorrow and voluntary suffering. I choose to see the gift in simple things like sunlight and flowers, in friends and family who love me, in miracles that occur unbidden. I choose to find the silver lining, to locate the positive in a given situation. Thank you, dad. Excerpt from Now I See the Moon: a mother a son, a miracle

May you all enjoy the blessings of this time.

Happy Thanksgiving,

With love and gratitude,

Elaine, Jeff and Neal

Please let me know how I may be of service to you, your friends, your community by means of my Miracle Minded lifestyle and special needs consulting practice.
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  • Sassy Liddell

    I love what you have done. I know many kids with autism and you have opened some new advice for me. Thank you for being so amazing in what you do.