I took a few tumbles after losing my mom, almost losing my husband twice (once to a broken neck and the second time to a separation). It’s our saving grace to get back up again, time after time after time. There’s a name for it…resilience. And this period of my life has provided a wealth of practice. In these experiences I found that’s the truth of what we do: PRACTICE. We practice the art of living. Imperfectly perfect, striving at times, overcoming at others but always fueled by some invisible source that calls us forward. I believe it’s the evolutionary force of soul’s beckoning. It’s what persists when we allow ourselves to love what we love. It’s the longing that can’t be satiated until it is met.
With every journey there are gems along the path, even when you can’t see them at the time. In grief there is an opening of the heart, an expansion of ones ability to feel, to be with a range of emotions that spans across every terrain. Even when tenderized to full capacity, there’s a tenacious willingness to love that persists.
Taking this time to look from the lens of gratitude, this is what I know: vulnerability is a strength, authenticity creates connection, loving ourselves is the gift of being present, and our souls speak to us through our longing. Sometimes to the point of aching, I long to use this one precious life to be of service in the name of love.
What do you ache for? Where is your yearning so strong, it almost scares you? When you hush the world around you, what is your heart whispering? There are gems all around us, even those covered in dust or an oddly appearing shell. Remember the delight of sharing something precious and newly discovered? That precious thing is you, and the rest of the world is just waiting.