What do you believe? Believe. When I think of this word, the train ticket from the Polar Express flashes through my head, Santa is not who Im wondering about, although his essence embodies the love that we should project as human being. The word believe, in an of itself, is so powerful and so all encompassing. Hope was the word I lived on for so long; I was always good at hope, but then I realized the other day, that hope is just another form of believing. And who is ever really disappointed by hope, at least when they hope for what is right and true? Just as in anything, bumping through this egoic world, we have a choice. And a big choice it is, the choice about what we believe. From the smallest belief wrapped up in a simple thought--I wish my husband would hang up his wet towel--to the most grandeur--do I believe in a God? We have a choice about what we believe--in the form of each and every thought. Each day Im confronted with proof that what we believe will happen, will happen. We can deny the obvious, or we can embrace it as humans. We know that positive thinking can yield positive result, so why do we find ourselves spiraling down into grievances? Why couldnt he just hang up his towel? Why did he have to throw it on the floor? He always does this. What does he think? That all the time in the world I have, is here to pick up towels after him? A train of thought, although maybe not in detail, that we are all guilty of. The criticism, the judgement, the idea that somehow, that person who threw that towel on the floor was not justified in their actions. But who are we to decide that? Instead, what if we chose to pick up that towel with these thoughts: Oh how I love this man. He brings such beauty and love to my life. Where would I be without him? I would be honored to pick up his towel for the rest of my life. If we picked up that towel with those thoughts trailing through our minds, if we believed that there is goodness in the world and that no one truly has the intention of hurting another human being. If we left those loving essences and energies floating where we pick up the towel, eventually, one day we walk into the bathroom and there the towel is, hanging on the towel rack. For years I embraced the adage that whatever will happen will happen and none of us will be safe from it, the French form was my most beloved way to embrace it, Ce que doit arriver arrivera personne ne puvre rein change. But ever so slowing I am coming to understand that we can control what comes to us. Through forgiveness we can correct the spiral of negative beliefs that litter our head. We can forgive ourselves for having harmful thoughts and forgive the thoughts for manifesting. Ive come to realize that every negative and harmful thought left unforgiven will eventually manifest, but in order to forgive those thoughts you have to be aware that you are having them. This requires vigilance on the part of the thinker. In its most basal form, if we let go of fear and believe that the world can only truly be a loving place, full of kindness and joy, then that belief, will ever so lovingly and peacefully manifest. But the bottom lines is that we need to believe that it will. We need fill our hearts with hope and our minds with joyful thoughts at every waking moment. The change begins with us. Happiness doesnt hinge on what our husbands agree to do, or the laws that our government passes, it begins with how we think about these things. It begins when we realize that we already live in a perfect and beautiful world. It begins when we stop giving power and attentions to any and all negative thoughts and embrace positive and joyful thinking. When we believe at every moment that everything can be right, at that instant, it will be so.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 13:11:37 +0000
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