HOPE MONTH: DAY 11: “Sometimes good things fall apart, so better things can fall together.” ― Jessica Howell
This quote has only 1 mistake in it. The word ‘sometimes’ needs to change to ALWAYS. We are apt to forget that life is continual, ongoing, constant change. In the Universe we inhabit, there is only 1 creation from which all creation is made.
That is spinning, moving, shifting, changing energy. Only two substances defy this law; they are cigarette butts and Styrofoam, both highly toxic substances.
All that the Creator made is otherwise. Continually shifting, changing and spinning so fast we cannot see it with our human eyes. But that does not mean it ain’t happening. Everything in the Universe is moving and growing or dying or changing form in some way.
Therefore, all life is doing this. That means that the ONLY creation is CHANGE. Life is all about CHANGE. There is no other life form. Man resists change when it suits him, because we all have that damned EGO thing going on. We believe we must control and channel everything. It does not work. Does not work. It is crazy, but almost every new addict I talk to tells me that they don’t like or do change.
Let me know how that works for you Cupcake! It is going to kick your ass.
So, hope comes when we realize that change is coming, and we will love some of life and dislike some of it, but it is always going to change. In huge ways.
Today is the anniversary of my husband’s death. I am so mindful of this day and what it was like 13 years ago. It was the end of something that changed every single minute of my life to this point. His influence in my life made all things possible that are present today. The money I live on, the education I got after he died, the stuff I have been doing with the VA, so much stuff.
It all came from the time we were together, which was so short in time measurement, but so significant in how much impact it had on my life. I cannot fathom where I would be had these things not come to pass.
And, because I am living more fully each day in the realm of spirit, I can feel his presence, just the way we determined he would be with me. It is astonishing! And I love that. It kind of freaks me out sometimes, but when I get an unmistakable sign from him, I feel so happy. And I talk to him. Some of you might want to lock me up about all of this, but that is your stuff. I am so okay with this.
As my life changes and shifts from that time, I am happy that I did not resist his dying time. And that he was so at peace with it all. It became sacred and lovely, instead of brutal and terrifying and ugly. I have seen it go both ways with terminal illness.
I am so blessed to have witnessed the bravery and courage of his process. I have hope that I can die well, which means that I can live well. It is only in the recognition of these things that life becomes what it is meant to be. A celebration of the spirit and the heart and not the mind.