April 26, 2009

  • Love and life are filled with unknowns, and much is beyond our control.

    Even the coming and going--the times and circumstances of birth and death, and the joys and sorrows in between---are mysterious and impossible to predict.

    What wisdom might come if, even briefly, we opened more consciously to the truth of change and mortality?

    My mother died on October18, 2000, and it still affects me today. While it does not affect me to the point of disfunction, I make it a point to remember her and acknowledge how we were similar.

    At the same time, I recognize how all I love will leave me, or I will leave it--my lola being the most prominent of those things. I let the preciousness of each life, and this moment, guide me, knowing that each time I leave my lola may be the last time I see her alive. This is how I reconcile not participating in some organizations I would like to, or not going to certain events that I would like to. It is not a sacrifice. Rather, it is a delberate reconciliation of choices and circumstances.