Not a dry eye

I've been told that if you change your mind, you change the world - or at least the way you experience it. 
Let's take a moment to examine that.

The presumption is, if you thought the world was a hostile, ugly place filled with awful people doing awful things, that is what you'd see. 
Your mind would naturally seek out confirmation for its preconceived ideas (e.g., if you're intent on buying a red car, as you go about your day you'll see lots of red cars). 

If, however, you were able to sincerely change your mind and see that we are all God in drag, that we are the conscious aspects of a perfect universe which had to create us so we could bear witness and stand in awe before its loving magnificence, then that is the soul-shaking reality you'd be greeted with each and every moment of each and every day. 

In other words, it is entirely our choice as to what kind of world we live in. 

With a simple decision, we can suffer in the darkness or play in the light. 

We can be angry, frightened and enslaved, or loving, joyous and free. 

I shared that Keeper of a Reading with he-who-wasn't-keen-on-the-"G-d-in-drag"-bit.  He's a bit......touchy about organized religion (and gets fiesty when I ask if that's G-d's fault...LOL).  Quite the 'discussion', actually.  Which resulted in his final statement of "it's really about choosing our attitude--so stop dragging G-d into it".  *laughing*  I doubt he 'got it' when I said "Absolutely" and agreed whole-heartedly.

If there's one thing I love, it's watching G-d in action while we debate something we agree on and he doesn't know it.  ;-)

Last night I had a lovely dinner, late as I was returning (lost track of time!).

And he reminded me of the discussion the previous evening.

He'd left town to go BACK to the train shop we'd visited on Saturday--seems he'd changed his mind about a couple of things...and not just the two box car's I'd tried to encourage him to get.  

Just out of city limits he pulled the Jeep onto a gravel road to watch the eagle gliding in the bright blue sky....and his heart shifted somehow.  He told me he'd been letting the circumstances dictate his attitude and that he'd really not spent a lot of time simply being grateful for what he has--that he's been abundantly blessed.  He really DOES live in a beautiful place--with fantastic things around him at every turn.  He's got a good life--and he's blessed to have such a loving wife.

Not a dry eye at the dinner table--that's for sure.

I didn't point out the use of the word "blessed".....until later last evening.

I had to ask why he chose that word to describe the emotions attached to his epiphany.  I know I got the truth when the puzzled look covered his face and he answered "No other word worked."

I know.......and ain't it cool?!