In Part 1 of this 5 part blog series about manifesting your dreams in a more feminine way, I discussed how pushing/ striving/ working your ass off – being “spermy” – isn’t always the most joyful or most effective way to operate when you’re trying to bring a desire into being. Instead, I examine how being “eggy” by letting what you desire come to you might be an alternate strategy. In Part 2 of the series, I examined popular “law of attraction” notions in relation to such an idea and concluded that your intentions – and whether your desires are in service to the greater good – make all the difference.
In Part 3 here, I’m writing to all you skeptics out there, who think being eggy is for sissies, that striving less, playing more, taking time off, setting goals but surrendering attachment to outcomes, and trusting that the Universe will do most of the heavy lifting for you if only you align your desires with what is in the highest good for all beings is a recipe for failure.
In this post, I’m going to tell you a story about my own eggy adventure.
A Vision To Heal Health Care
For several years now, I’ve been gestating the seed of an idea that I might be a force for healing in our broken health care system, and that somehow, this might involve working with doctors. (I wrote about the details of my vision to heal health care here.) It seems an improbable vision. Our health care system is so broken it feels hopeless sometimes. What can one person do to help heal a system as sick as the U.S. health care system? How would such a healing happen? Was there anything I was supposed to do to help heal health care?
I had no clue.
But I can see the healing of our health care system in my mind’s eye. I can feel it wanting to come into being, not just in my own imagination, but in the imagination of patients and doctors alike. In some cosmic way, it’s so real it almost feels like it’s already happened and the pieces of the puzzle that will solve this health care problem are just waiting to fall into place.
But where does that leave me? What am I supposed to do about it?
For years, when I prayed about this question, the answer I got was “Do nothing,” which resulted in a lot of eye-rolling on my part. What’s a spermy visionary on a mission supposed to do with those kinds of instructions?
A team of people who share my vision even found their way to me, armed with ideas of what I might do to help bring this vision to life. One thought I should start a pilot medical practice that would serve as a model for other medical practices, one that could be studied and written up in medical journals and replicated across the globe. But when I asked my Guidance, the answer was “Do nothing.”
Another thought I should start an online forum and invite the tribe of patients, doctors, nurses, alternative health care providers, and wellness coaches to pledge their allegiance to this mission and gather together to try to solve the puzzle. But once again, my Guidance said, “Do nothing. Await further instructions from me. Let the solutions come to you.”
Someone else wanted me to host a series of teleconferences with MD leaders like my colleagues and friends Larry Dossey, Bernie Siegel, Christiane Northrup, Rachel Naomi Remen, Mark Hyman,Frank Lipman, and Deepak Chopra. Someone else wanted me to host a big conference, gathering together all the forces for change in health care and inviting as conference attendees those who long to help heal health care. But that felt so spermy – details to coordinate, requests to make, attendants to sign up. It felt like grasping and striving and too much damn work to add to my already full schedule.
Once again, the Guidance said, “Do nothing. Yet. But soon, it will be time to do something. I’ll let you know when it’s time.”