This One Thought Will Change Every Thought You Ever Think

One morning while I was stalking an iguana a thought struck me out of nowhere: I think I’ll spend the rest of my life doing this—not the iguana part, but traveling the world as a student and a servant.


Where on earth did that come from?

Exactly my point. It didn’t come from any earthly source and there’s scientific research to back me up on that “thought.”

By now you know that I’m over the moon about the human brain. I study it all of the time. I can name parts and tell you how those parts function. I wake up in the morning excited to learn what science discovered over night about the three-pound mass of neurons we have between our ears.

What does any of that matter? It’s trivia to most people. To me, it’s the pathway to metamorphism. I want to change my stony life. But I can’t change anything if I don’t change my thinking. Yes. Yes. Every self-help guru I read said the same thing: Change your thoughts to change your life. It may well have begun with Buddha who observed, “We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.”

I wanted my world to change. I wanted my life to change. I wanted to start by changing my thoughts. Problem was…none of them told me how to do it. So I spent a good chunk of my life figuring it out, and that’s the genesis of this blog.

Webster says that a thought is an idea, plan, opinion or picture formed in your mind. It stems from the act of thinking.

Yes, but where does a thought originate?

Guess what? Nobody knows. Not even Einstein. Not even today’s most brilliant neuroscientists. Some of the world’s greatest thinkers speculated that there is a massive pool of ideas somewhere in the universe. It’s from that unseen source that we draw our genius and creativity.

Are we a result of our “thought pool” as surely as we are a result of our “gene pool”? Some minds think so, they even equate this theory to Aristotle’s “Sensus communis”…the fact that we all perform perceptual operations far beyond the capacities of our five senses. Some things we just “know” without knowing how we know them.

While there are scientists who believe in an opaque subconscious process where thoughts form before we’re able to think them, there’s no viable science behind those theories. Thoughts might be self-generated from information and memories, but no one knows for certain. Truth is there is no identifiable part of the brain where thoughts are born. There is no concise neurological pathway that traces the journey of a thought. Science doesn’t even know for sure which populace of neurons fire in a common thought process. Research is evolving and the subject is still very controversial and exciting.

We do know that once a thought enters the brain there are incalculable electro-chemical reactions, but these are complex beyond computation. At a basic level we know that our thoughts influence our emotions and our emotions influence our actions. We know about neurotransmitters and their effects, but we can’t connect them to the fountain of thought.

A good place to begin is by understanding that no one understands where thoughts originate.

The concept is life changing—that your thoughts are gifts, guides, and nothing to be taken lightly. They choose you and come to you for a reason. Add to that the fact that you get to control or drive those thoughts. That endows you with the kind of power that boggles the mind. You get to accept or reject thoughts. You get to experiment or enhance your thoughts. No one else can think like you. Your thoughts are yours alone.


We’ve all heard or said something like: “A thought just struck me out of the blue…I don’t know where that thought came from…I never thought of it like that before.”

Considering the possibilities, I hope you’ll be more open to inspiration. More appreciative of your own genius and creativity. I hope you’ll be more cognizant of the thoughts you allow to enter and dally around your mind. Most of all I hope that you’ll be more welcoming to whatever Source and Force is out there caring about you, and trusting that you can handle your muse.

It’s something to think about, isn’t it?


What Is A Thought?


Do We Know Our Own Thoughts?

Parts of A Thought

Scholarly Thoughts On Thoughts

Brilliant Thoughts on The Creative Process

A Rainy Day, Donald Trump and Me

I was with HER. But that doesn’t change the fact that Donald Trump once showed me a generous side of humanity. So I share this story, not to offend, but because mudslinging doesn’t do anything but make a mess.

This is a photo of my two sons, brothers, playing in the mud. If you don’t know that I have white sons and black sons, and in-between children, you might interpret this photo inaccurately. Fact is, it was a rainy day and I wanted those boys to play in the mud because I wanted the image. At my encouragement, they took turns plastering each other. Splashing. Laughing. Being brothers. And making one heck of a mess.

Now I want to tell you a story of another rainy day. Early one morning ten years ago I walked outside of a NYC building owned by Donald Trump. There was a downpour and I was ill prepared. So there I stood on the curb, trying to hail a taxi when a car pulled up. A couple of men climbed out and one happened to be Mr. Trump. Now I’m nothing that would lure his attention my way. I’m middle-aged and far from a double-zero with double-D’s. But he still saw a woman caught in the rain and offered me an umbrella.

“Thank you, but I can’t accept it because I’m headed to the airport and won’t be able to return it.”

“It’s yours,” he said.

That was that.

The umbrella is in my closet. My kids know not to mess with it because it’s symbolic of unwarranted and unexpected kindness. Every time I see it I want to be a little more thoughtful and a lot more cognizant of those in need around me.

The umbrella presented a mystery during this past political campaign. Where was the kindness that had been extended to me? I hope it surfaces for the whole wide world, and I hope that I can better cultivate it in my own life.

I tell this story not so you’ll want to borrow my umbrella, but to think about something Aristotle believed, “Fear is pain rising from the anticipation of evil.”

Let’s not anticipate the worst. Let’s not live in fear and pain. We’re still Americans—free to choose. Let’s choose to not allow our differences to divide us. Because there is change around us does not have to mean there is change within us.

Aristotle also observed that: “We are what we repeatedly do.” Let’s repeatedly choose kindness, strength, love, respect, inclusion, support and unity.

How we come together and not come undone…is the history that we can still decide, it’s the history yet to be made. Yes, it’s storming and we’re all outside in a deluge. Will we share an umbrella? Oh, I sure, sure hope so.