I remember the first time I read that we create our own reality and that we do it with thought, it scared the fire out of me. I wanted to believe that was just a bunch of garbage because I took a brief inventory of my most recent thought processes and realized that if it's true -- that we do create our own reality with thought, then I'm in deep shit.
But I kept on reading and learning and eventually I came across the reminder that everything is energy, that what we see with our eyes is an interpretation of vibration, what we hear is an interpretation of vibration. Same with taste and touch and smell. It is all vibrational interpretation that helps us navigate in our physical world.
Another tidbit of information I found very useful, is that we humans are very picky about what we wear, what we eat, what cars we drive -- but we aren't a bit picky about what we think about. I for one, before I started on my path to become a happier person, would watch a horror flick and go pretty deep into "what if that happened to me? or to one of my kids?"
After discovering and accepting that I do create my own reality and that it is done with thought, I decided if I'm going to play a "what if" game, I'm going to play a positive "what if" game. What if this good thing were to happen, what if that good thing were to happen? Wouldn't it be nice if this happened or that happened?
Recently, a friend was on the verge of telling me the newest horrible awful thing, (you can usually tell when it starts out with "OMG! Did you hear about --- such and such.") so I cut him off with, "If this is awful, I don't want to hear it." He was clearly set on telling it anyway, so I repeated myself. "If this is something awful, I don't want to hear it." Then he asked, "Well, don't you want to be informed?" and my answer? "No. Not about stuff like that."
And this is one area where I have some work to do. When I hear horrible awful things, my physical
being literally aches. It takes a long while to rid myself of the images conjured up by those who want to make damn sure that I am aware of every single cruel, despicable aspect of the most current horrible awful thing.
I chose several years ago to stop watching the news. I cancelled my newspaper subscription and I very seldom click on news links that pop up when I sign on to AOL to get my mail.
|Seth and Bella playing at Donna Tate's house|
|Breck Roscoe Gentry and Andy Pruett|
hearing my two black and white dogs, one old, one young, romping around the yard with each other, playing, growling, occasionally barking,
early in the morning, hearing my grandson's little voice behind the closed bedroom door talking and visiting with his mama,
Having him sneak up behind me and hide, giggling the whole time,
seeing my 330 gallon water tote in place waiting to fill up the next time it rains,
looking out my beautiful new window and seeing the soft pink Cleome, the hot pink Bougainvillea and rose colored Princess Feathers blooming just outside, and knowing that because the Cleome are producing seed pods, I'll have them again next year,
listening to my waterfall and the symphony of the birds as the world wakes up to a brand new day, hearing my rooster, Gallo Cogburn announcing "Wake up, Ya'll!"
realizing that all my hard work is paying off, that Ronnie's shop is nearly cleared of the unidentifiable stuff, the junk he refused to throw away and the things that we won't ever use,
envisioning the Texas Rangers logo that Deidre is going to paint on the floor in our "Lady Cave".
seeing Deidre's Texas Rangers duct tape chair nearing completion,
|One of Ronnie's treasures,|
hand carved by prisoner, sold for 10 cents
finding a tiny piece of history that Ronnie tucked away somewhere and remembering what he told me about it when he acquired it,
being told by the framer for Arrowhead Roofing that the structure of my cedar patio cover, which Ronnie and his brother, Jerry, built is sound and that they will not charge me to rip off what they put on a few weeks ago and replace it with new cedar and new metal roofing.
|new friends, Kelly and Shelby|
driving to Decatur to meet my son and his friends for dinner. Driving to Decatur to meet friends for lunch.
seeing old friends, seeing new friends, realizing how many friends I have.
going to work on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, and smelling the wonderful fragrance of the flowers mixed with my boss's Angel cologne.
having a stranger call to tell me how much she enjoyed reading Come Hell or High Water and The Hell About Stallions and that she's looking forward to the third book,
realizing how much my life has changed since Ronnie passed on, that I'm okay, that it is different but wonderful in so many ways.
Now why would I want to bring myself down from this high by thinking about the current most horrible awful thing?