Making Things Happen...

There is a saying that if you really want something all you need to do is imagine it, picture it, want it badly enough and make it so. 

But, what if what you want isn't supposed to be... 

I have a freakishly good imagination, so by my sheer will alone, I can wish for anything and it just happens? Even if it's not meant to be? Will whatever I am wishing for alter to fit what is supposed to happen - that by my will alone it becomes the "right thing?"

These opposing conditions confuse me.  I understand the idea and I know the power of both positive and negative thinking, but what if, what you are wishing for, bumps up against the free will of another?  I never wish for something that may not be in the best interest of another person, that just isn't playing fair and things usually end up badly when someone does that.

So, even if I wish for something and add "only if it is in the best interest for myself and all involved..." it still seems full of conflict.  Maybe I am missing something, but the statement "go and make it happen if you want it badly enough,"  can't really work as it is... unless I use a lot of begging, smiles or maybe some duck tape.  ;)

Just methinks...

~C

Talk Like a Pirate Day - My Pirate Name (Arrrrrgh)

My pirate name is:

Dread Pirate Rackham

Like the famous Dread Pirate Roberts, you have a keen head for how to make a profit. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!

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Memories: On Remembering

I was thinking about memories this morning.  Sometimes, thinking back to a time or a place, people that were in your life, those memories can bring smiles, tears, even laughter. Sweet or bittersweet, memories can be one or the other, or both.

After my brother died, I had a lot of memories, and at that time, none of them were good. Most were linked to his death and the aftermath of dealing with what was left for us.  I thought I would never get past that hurt and those terrible days of confusion and questions never answered and the memories they left.

But after awhile, those memories faded... and left me with my brother again. The actual person he was, not the way his death left me feeling.  I could smile again and remember, not the hurt, but the person my little brother was.  It was such a relief to leave those negative memories behind, let them go and remember the good, the smiles, the happy times.

I think, for me, memories should be of the people we are remembering, the good in them, the way they made us feel, the way they lived.  Once you pass a certain point, you can choose to let go of the hurt and the loss and embrace the goodness of the memories. Otherwise, you stagnate and remain in a place of darkness.  In that darkness, you can't grow and you can't heal or move on.

Letting go of the darkness, moving on with light...

~C

And no, my brother didn't die in 9/11 - I was just making an observation about memories...