It’s Friday and what a week it’s been. I didn’t think I had anything to share, but the truth of the matter is that I wasn’t sure I was willing to share.
I lost someone this week. I didn’t know her well. In fact, in total we only spent a cumulative 45 minutes together, but learning of her untimely, unfair departure put me in a tailspin. I hurt and ached. I wept in ways that were perhaps surprising for a near stranger (or super infrequent client in my case).
But the truth of our creation is that our interactions and connections add-up to far more than the culmination of time we shared together. As conscious beings, whether we are cognizant of it or not, we relate in ways that evidence-proven-science can’t explain. But that doesn’t make it any less real.
Ever since my dad passed when I was 18 and just entering college, I felt a connection to, a knowing of, the spirit beyond the body. Some may call it denial because I didn’t want to let my dad go. But somewhere in my adolescent, noob-adult brain, I knew better. The noob knew better, hah! Go figure!
All of this is to say that sometimes life gives us reminders that we are all connected. It’s all-too-easy to ignore these thoughts, feelings, and emotions. But perhaps we can try not to, perhaps we should try not to. Because when we remember (because we all once knew) that we are all connected, we can consciously act with compassion.
Shirley, you are missed, loved, and not forgotten.
With loving gratitudes,