The Creative Art of Visualization

Yesterday I watched The Secret. It excited me, it inspired me, it made me cry a little and it put me back to centre. Without CSL to recharge my spiritual battery, I can stop re-membering that I am creating my life. Such a good movie. Such a great message. But perhaps you are still wondering - WHY IS THERE A PICTURE OF KRISTA PREGNANT ON THIS BLOG??? Well, The Secret talked about using visualization as a tool to create your life as you would like to see it. It suggested that getting yourself to really feel what it would be like to experience your desire is very important. For example, it talked about test driving the car that you really want to own, so that you can retain the feel, smell, look, sense of the car and hold its image in your ever-powerful mind. Wellllllllll, when I got to the theatre yesterday, there was a fellow actor's prop pregnant belly backstage. I remembered the advice given and immediately strapped the thing on. Then I closed my eyes and pictured my magic cottage and my adoring partner and our perfect child living inside of me.

Then, of course, I kept wearing the thing and suddenly realized that it was heavy and burdensome and made sitting down and standing up pretty difficult. My cast was howling with laughter at me. I was having a blast. Of course, owning a camera now, I thought I should document this bizarre Konkin Moment. I wanted to give all of you who have known me for years as the one woman who never wanted to have kids a good chuckle. My poor mother is probably having a heart attack right now.

Dress Rehearsals all week. Exhausting. The show is mediocre at best, but I am having fun. The ticket booked to Europe, Lee and I are having a blast figuring out our itinerary and what kind of footwear serves a person best every single day for two months. Yes, I am generally the happiest I have been in a long while - save for those small burps of saddness that bubble up every now and then. When they come, I just write a Konkin Poem, have a good cry, take a warm bath and start again. God, healing a broken heart can take awhile. And yet, I can feel He That Is Worth The Wait, lurking closer and closer. WHERE ARE YOU DEAR SIR?? I am patiently awaiting your appearance. Meanwhile, if one more guy asks me why someone like me is single, I may blow something up with illegal explosives.

If I knew, do ya think I would be dating my iBook and strapping on fake pregnant bellies??

Ahhh, like my character says in the middle of Act I of my current show:

"One day we'll be rich enough to buy Timmie some psychological help."