“Imagination is more important than knowledge.”   Albert Einstein

Do you believe you are responsible for most of what happens to you?  What you think and focus on will manifest?  Many people do.  Of course not everything falls into this way of thinking, sometimes shit happens,  but for the most part I have found throughout my life this to be true and it works if you apply these laws of the universe.

All transformation begins with an intense, burning desire to be transformed.  You must desire the outcome more than anything.  You must assume the wish fulfilled and not doubt.  If you persist at this assumption it engulfs you and penetrates every cell of your body, mind and spirit.  In essence you already have become what you think you want to be or do.

Once I decided I had to move to Hawaii and not wait five or ten years, I set my goal, my intent and what steps I had to take to make the dream come true.  I wrote it down on paper clearly every detail as I saw it. I put the paper in my bedside table.  I never strayed from my burning desire. Never doubted the outcome, just kept working it.  I’d close my eyes and visualize me living in Hawaii in the house I portrayed on paper, the town I wanted to live in on the island. Every detail living it in my mind like a movie.  I had already accepted the deal was done between the universe and me.

Imagination is the only redemptive power in the universe.  However, your nature is such that is is optional to you whether you remain in your present concept of yourself or choose to become the instrument of your redemption , imagining yourself as that which you want to be, and thereby satisfying your hunger and redeeming yourself.  You are limited only by your uncontrolled imagination and lack of attention to the feeling of  your wish fulfilled, then no amount of prayer or piety or invocation will produce the desired effect.  Sri Darwin Gross

So assume the wish fulfilled and get on with it.  Remember Energy Flows Where Attention Goes.

 

 

November is National Adoption Month.  I felt it important to speak about this topic so near and dear to me.

I learned quickly that by being an adopted child I had been “chosen”.  I loved to hear my Mom tell me over and over again,  I was “chosen”.

One night shortly after the adoption when Mom tucked me into bed, she recited a poem to me.

Not from my womb

Nor bone of my bone,

But still, miraculously, my own.

Don’t forget for a single minute,

You didn’t grow under my heart, but in it.

The original poem, I have since discovered, began with the words, “Not flesh of my flesh,” and its author is Fleur Conkling Heyliger. But for me the words and phrasing as my mother recited the poem are what feels right.

There was another classic children’s story about adoption I must mention here.  The Chosen Baby by Valentina P. Wasson.  Illustrated by Glo Coalson.  Drawn from the author’s personal experience this endearing book was first published in 1939 and has since become a classic in the child adoption field.  If you look hard you can search and still find some older versions.

One of the keys to adoption in my opinion is telling your child the moment you adopt them that they are “chosen” and explaining how special adoption is.  Setting the stage at an early age or whatever age your child is when you adopt is key in helping the child understand how badly someone wanted them.

Many children are adopted when they are older and have already developed psychological and emotional issues such as but not limited to, abandonment, anger, fear, attachment and more.  Some may have physical and health issues.  Many wonder why their birth mother didn’t want them.  They fear they were unwanted or unloved.  This is usually not the case.  In most instances the birth mother simply could not take care of the child for one reason or another.  It becomes the adopted parents responsibility to embrace the role of doing all they can to instill security, love and support for the child while they work through the issues that were developed prior to being adopted.

In my case I don’t know why I was left in a brown paper bag on a toilet seat in a bar and grill in the middle of January, 1954. I can tell you with all my core being I felt my birth mother loved me deeply and simply could not care for me properly, so she left me somewhere I would be found quickly.

Today we have many forms of families who have adopted children of all ages, color and sex.  We have mommy and daddy’s, mommies and mommies, daddies and daddies or simply one mommy or daddy. The most important thing is that the child is being brought up by a loving person or couple no matter what their personal sexual orientation is.  There are simply too many children in the world who need a loving home.

So, in honor of National Adoption Month I give a big mahalo (thank you) to all the mommies, daddies whoever you are who have adopted a child or are about to, and say this, you are the chosen ones to have taken the step to open your hearts and homes to those needing love, kindness, patience and support.

Blessing of love,

A. K. Driggs

For the last forty years, my closest family of friends have been pushing me to write my story. Each time I declined. I didn’t understand then what I do now, that my ego was in control of my reaction. After all, I wasn’t a professional writer. But then, in the fall of 2012 while I was dreaming, I heard a voice as clear as any I’d ever heard: “Kim, you have to tell your story.”

Upon awakening, I agreed the time had come, despite my ego’s fear of ridicule. I had to just plain do it! But how? And when?

My clients, my company, and tending to their needs—they could not be abandoned because they were and would always be my highest priority. So, with miraculously acquired additional energy, I became the one doing the pushing. I spent Saturdays and Sundays from seven in the morning until three or so in the afternoon hiding out in what became my little writing room, just doing it, getting the memories down on paper.

And so my beloved readers, here is my story. I hope it reaches into each of your souls and finds a place that resonates with you.