Are we having fun yet?

My dad asks me on a regular basis, "Are we having fun yet?"
He's referring to life and all the cool things that happen in this magical Universe.

I'm like a little kid when my dad and I get talking.

I bounce on my feet waiting in anticipation of his car door opening so I can launch into my most recent story of synchronicity and manifestation.

As we walk up the driveway toward my house, barely a hello exchanged, I start on my rant.

"You are not going to believe this! Something so cool happened to me today!"

Walking beside him like a puppy, I continue, "This morning I had a thought - and it came true!"

He listened to my whole story. I playfully slap my dad on the arm waiting for his reaction. He gives me a big grin.

I continued, "You're not going to believe what else happened! This morning I thought, I really need to get the ducts cleaned."

My dad is very patient and he listens with great interest as if I found a UFO in the backyard.

"Not even 2 hours go by and a duct cleaning company calls me randomly from the phonebook and asks if they can come by and give me a quote - How cool is that?!" I say in one breath.

My dad laughs and looks at me with knowing eyes.

We spend the rest of the afternoon talking about how the Universe is within us and how we create our reality. We talk about life as if it's a candy shop.

We often ask each other; "What do you want?" 
I wave my hand around in a magical wand sort of way and say "Poof!" We both smile.

Once upon a time my dad was diagnosed with cancer (Non-hodgkins lymphoma). It seems so odd to associate him with the idea of cancer, probably because he doesn't. He's pretty nonchalant about the idea. He doesn't give it much attention. Sure he gets nervous when a regular check-up shows that his lymph nodes have swelled up. More often than not though, we are celebrating the reports that have his oncologist scratching her head in disbelief.

Now it's my dad's turn to share his stories of manifestation.
I can hear the smile in his voice over the phone when he tells me; "My check-up went really well! My lymph nodes are unusually small for someone with cancer."

I'm smiling right now as I recall this recent conversation.

Dad often jokes; "I'm going to die of something, but it probably won't be cancer."

Is it the dandelion roots he digs up in the backyard and adds to his stir fries? Is it the meditation he does before he falls asleep? Is it his green smoothies?

Maybe.

Maybe it's his excitement about life. He loves life. He loves living! He has a great atitude too. I can't remember the last time I heard him complain about something.

Often my dad says, "I'm so rich." He's talking about his family, his friends and this cool life experience.

What we put our attention on, grows.

What do you want?

Wave your magic wand.

Poof!