Monday, December 29, 2014

Beginning to end...

We begin so many times in our lives - at birth, first tooth, walking, school, college, career, marriage and so on. We also end equally as many times through changes in personal habits or work, residences, loves, friendships, health, diet and death - either ours or of those we love. Call it a metamorphosis or an analogy of life.

As a young girl I simply wanted to wander in wonder all the days of my life. I wanted to let life unfold and be an observer. I guess that's why I became a journalist as my first career. But stuff happened and plans went awry. And then I got really tired; exhausted by all the daily challenges and changes and hiccups. I (and you) ask ourselves if we can make it through another day.

And we do.

And we delight in the amazing, wonderful things that occur - even the tiniest of treasures, like a bite of a ripe banana.

We also mourn lost opportunities, friendships, or people who've passed away - especially the folks, places or things that held a piece of our soul.

Merriam-Webster's definition of soul is:

The spiritual part of a person that is believed to give life to the body and, in many religions, is believed to live forever; a person's deeply felt moral and emotional nature; the ability of a person to feel kindness and sympathy for others, to appreciate beauty and art, etc.

There are two instances in my life when I knew I truly connected with my soul. The first was when I had Stage IVB cancer and near death experiences and the second has been since my brother died in August 2013.

A sense of soulful, holy spirit is what we are supposed to feel during the holiday season and many of us do. This year, however, I feel I floated through Thanksgiving, Hanukkah and Christmas - detached and alone even though I was surrounded by the love of others. I am thankful for the souls on 'the other side' who made themselves known to me either by images and scents or simply the awareness that they are nearby. Meditation is also a great tool that helps me reconnect my soul to those beyond my reach.

My soul remains raw yet intact. The pieces that have been lost to me will eventually return to fill me up more deeply but differently; like new, bold colors that stay within the lines.. At least that's how I envision it.

And because I know myself better than any other soul, I want to end this post with a humorous quote by children's activist, trumpet player, music producer, songwriter, and television producer Quincy Jones.

"I've always thought that a big laugh is a really loud noise from the soul saying, "Ain't that the truth."
Quincy Jones, Victory of the Spirit

T'is true, indeed. Happy, healthy New Year to all.


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