Before All Our Lives Began to Change – narrative
In every life there are times that drive us back inside ourselves, that cause us to remember people, places, events that may have been met, passed through and/or witnessed many years earlier; and, to reflect upon those remembrances from a different point of view.
In particular, the past year and a half has been another period of that kind of reflection in my life. Often, these times a hard. Frequently triggered by a loss. That is true with me.
I write about this not from the point of pity but, rather, with gratitude. It’s been another kind of refining, tempering and becoming more clear, less “cluttered” and closer (still) to my truer self – a life-long process.
This is just to say that if you, too, have been suffering, felt lost, are confused or are in a moment of pain and seek peace – keep searching, go to those “hard places” that only you truly know about your life, open your Spirit to the simple beauty that is always available.
No one ever told me this living would be easy. I’m not telling you that either.
What I’m saying is face your fears (they are illusions). Embrace (wholeheartedly and openly) your pain. Call it by name, deal with it and, then, move on to the better parts that are waiting for you to arrive.
What I’m continually reminded of when I re-emerge from these times is that the singular gifts of love, light and laughter are always available, it is a choice to receive or reject them.