Babes!!
This seems like a no-brainer, right? Like, of course we can choose our peers. Of course we can choose who we spend our time with, who we share ourselves in a transparent way with, who we give our energy to...
But, I want you to think a little deeper here with me for a moment. This morning as I was listening to a few interviews with Jordan Peterson, he touched on something that was profound. It hit me. Pretty hard, actually. He was talking about reading books, studying people of all walks of life, from all generations in time. He mentioned that these people, who he has never met and most of whom have graduated from this life, are his peers. By choice. They are people who he chooses to learn from, spend "time" with, study, and incorporate into his life by giving energy to their words and their thoughts. I fell in love with this right away.
Story time:
Once I got to IMC after the stroke, there was a glass board in my room. As part of my pretty rigid schedule (on purpose), Rand would read to me for 20 minutes every day after lunch. He would read from lots of books, but he always read from The Tao. Then, he would ask me what one word stuck out to me and we would write it on the glass board. He'd wheel me up to the board and I'd write it. This became a pretty powerful board, as you might imagine. And it was powerful to not only me, and Rand, but to everyone who walked by the room.
Back to Jordan Peterson and this thoughts, The Tao became my peer. As I read about my sweet Grandma Robb, she is my peer. As I read Marjorie Hinckley's words, she is my peer. We get to choose our peers! Dead or alive.
It's this beautiful thing, really... choosing whose words we allow in our minds.
PS.. picture of the board in my room is in the comments.
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