REMEMBER WHEN

I can remember when I started this little blog for the family.I was so excited that we would all have a place to hang out n share are thoughts n such.I still think it's a good thing and am going to keep it going as best I can.Hoping one day everyone will come for a visit n maybe a chat

Memories of the best of times lets us escape from the sad and the imperfect in our lives and the hurts that binds us to unhappiness until we learn how not to be a victim. Oh, that tricky state comes and goes like a repeated dream, but the freedom gained from the escape of the victim mentality is bliss, and bliss has a beginning, and the beginning was in the youth of our years when our discoveries were all new and our souls tingled with the excitement of what and who in our lives was coming next, the first times. How many instances have you started a sentence with the words, “ I will never forget the first time I…..? Those first times, the good times are what stays with us when all other times are crowded out with old age and with the dying of cells within the failing neuro-electrical and chemical firings of our aging brains and bodies. Time seemingly does not and cannot eradicate the best memories of our first times. I believe that because I believe those memories live on and make up our souls and they go with us beyond our physical state because those memories construct our souls into what they will be for eternity. Surely it is so.

If there is a poetic justice in this magnificent creation and if my perception of the after life is anywhere near correct, then our soulful selves will be able to experience anything it can imagine in the afterlife. When my turn comes, I want the out of body experience in which I can revisit any time period, at any place, and with whomever I want, and see the past right in front of me as it happened and since imagination is the only limit, I will have the privilege of stepping inside my young body as it once was in the reliving of any chosen moment and then once again relive the moment. If there is justice, poetic justice, then I can re-experience it all. I’ll feel it all, sense it all, and know for eternity the moments of bliss that were so treasured by us all. Hey, if it can be imagined, it is possible. That is what I want to believe.