Today I go to honour the life of someone very special. A husband, a father, grandfather, a cherished companion.
As I sit here at the table in quiet reflection, I am reminded that we have no idea how much time we have. It is like a string of pearls that we follow that disappears into the mist, seemingly unending. Sometimes we look into that mist and wonder how we will continue for that long, and mornings like this, I look and wonder how many pearls there are beyond what I can see. I have so very much left to do in this life. Things that cannot wait.
Death of anything, always seems to remind us of our own mortality. Be it a friend, a relationship, a dream or a pet. It changes the fabric of what we believe is our hard and fast reality. Someone once told me that when their relationship ended, it was like the portrait of their life in the future now had a big hole ripped in it where that person had removed themselves. How do I make my life now, was the question put to me. Those pictures we create are dynamic, changed by our very will. People come in and out of our lives with the perfect coordination of musicians in a professional symphony. That fabric and that picture will gently and perfectly begin to shift and form a new picture if we surrender and allow. That picture is not meant to be static. There is no blame for the people who come and go whether they leave of their own will, or are taken. They are simply adding their music and then moving on to the next stage. The are the beauty in our lives for how ever long they grace us. And when they leave, however they go, we thank them for their inspiring contribution and look to the curtain for the next guest player. It is the richness of life, not loss.
Grieving is a process of putting on your raincoat and wellies and walking straight out into the rain. No hat, no hood. Allowing the tears of God to rain down upon the seat of your soul and taking your sorrow with them, drip slowly down your body and back into mother earth. There is no way around grief, you must walk through it. Let it settle upon you and then slip away leaving you fresh, clean and clear.
I am reminded of my purpose here. And spurred a bit to get a move on before my pearls come to an end.
There is much joy to be experienced. There is much love to share. In this moment as in many lately I am overcome with gratitude for the gift of my life.
In love and light,
Kathryn
As I sit here at the table in quiet reflection, I am reminded that we have no idea how much time we have. It is like a string of pearls that we follow that disappears into the mist, seemingly unending. Sometimes we look into that mist and wonder how we will continue for that long, and mornings like this, I look and wonder how many pearls there are beyond what I can see. I have so very much left to do in this life. Things that cannot wait.
Death of anything, always seems to remind us of our own mortality. Be it a friend, a relationship, a dream or a pet. It changes the fabric of what we believe is our hard and fast reality. Someone once told me that when their relationship ended, it was like the portrait of their life in the future now had a big hole ripped in it where that person had removed themselves. How do I make my life now, was the question put to me. Those pictures we create are dynamic, changed by our very will. People come in and out of our lives with the perfect coordination of musicians in a professional symphony. That fabric and that picture will gently and perfectly begin to shift and form a new picture if we surrender and allow. That picture is not meant to be static. There is no blame for the people who come and go whether they leave of their own will, or are taken. They are simply adding their music and then moving on to the next stage. The are the beauty in our lives for how ever long they grace us. And when they leave, however they go, we thank them for their inspiring contribution and look to the curtain for the next guest player. It is the richness of life, not loss.
Grieving is a process of putting on your raincoat and wellies and walking straight out into the rain. No hat, no hood. Allowing the tears of God to rain down upon the seat of your soul and taking your sorrow with them, drip slowly down your body and back into mother earth. There is no way around grief, you must walk through it. Let it settle upon you and then slip away leaving you fresh, clean and clear.
I am reminded of my purpose here. And spurred a bit to get a move on before my pearls come to an end.
There is much joy to be experienced. There is much love to share. In this moment as in many lately I am overcome with gratitude for the gift of my life.
In love and light,
Kathryn
No comments:
Post a Comment