My darling and dear friend gifted me this magnet a few days ago. He's moving to another country this week and I'm admittedly going to miss him...very much. He has become a great man in my life and I am grateful for our experiences together, our adventures shared, our tears cried (well, on my end, he's not much of a weeper), our lessons learned and our hours of giggles, chuckles and knee-slapping-snort-laughing. People really do come into our lives for a reason; they can change us, mold us, push us and help us grow if we are open to it. If we are open to them. If we are open to the fact that yes, we may become unglued...but we also may have the time of our lives. I'm grateful to have been open with him.
And like our favorite columnist Ms. Carrie Bradshaw says, "Seasons change, so do cities. People come into your life and people go, but it's comforting to know: the ones you love are always in your heart and if you're very lucky, a plane ride away."
As far as the wonderful magnet goes...
It's so true, isn't it? If we took the time to sit and listen to our true selves every day...if we focused on the center of our beings...we could see so clearly who we really are and where we hope our lives will take us. Fear and doubt so often have a way of creeping up into my life and making me question this little voice of mine, of making me feel like I'm far more "lost" than I really am. For me, it's important to remember that putting anything after the statement "I am" is actually quite limiting. There are limitless possibilities for my life...for my being. Why box myself into a few categories when I can float from moment to moment, present in my surroundings, celebrating the fact that I, simply, *am*? This alone is a miracle and a blessing. This alone is an answer worth discovering. The path may change a thousand more times, and that's OK, so long as I always come back to who I am.
Jason Mraz keeps a fabulous blog filled with gratitude and love and wonderful amounts of hokeyness. In a recent post he writes;
"We're not here for a long time. We're here for a good time. My Uncle Tommy told me that and it resonated in a way that reminded me This Is It. Life is a constant pattern of remember forget, remember forget. The tools I rely on to keep me awake are everything from seminars to street art, audacious parties to positive articulation, retweets to sweet foods, music as prayer, and sweating as a form of showering. I've seen many ideas born and many ideas perish. I've lost close pets and relatives to the untimeliness of passing. and I've known kids and cancer alike and at present the score seems to be even. Thereby I choose death just as I choose rain. It simply is - and it is so. And just as I acknowledge I am - I let go."
Cheers to finding the answer within (which has totally been there all along).
Love and Light,