Blessed are the risk takers, soothsayers and poets; the empaths, the impassioned and the alchemists. For they are the ones who know the joy and pain and pleasure of humanity.
I have often written about taking risks and always remaining curious about the world around you. I believe this with all my being. It is one of my theories in life that when you stop being curious about the world around you, about life in general and the people in it, then you stop growing. You cease to truly live and are only existing.
So much joy is found in asking questions and discovering the world around you. The people, the stories, the adventures. Life is amazingly beautiful, if you take the time to look around.
It has been a while since I have been able to truly be curious about life and all the miracles involved. Healing, planning, organizing, and general upkeep took a lot of my energy. It took all of my energy actually. It reminds me of the song:
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep…
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
…and sometimes it is necessary to take some time from all that is magical and external, to heal what is sacredly internal. But when that time is done…
We often feel as if we are bursting at the seams with life, opportunity and adventure. As if the door has flung open on a spring day after a long, cold winter. It is as if we are seeing the world in color for the first time and cannot get enough of the colors. The hard times makes us feel joy from such a deeper place than before, that it’s almost blinding in a warm and wonderful way.
I was afraid this holiday season would be filled with sadness and grief. Indeed, it is there, just below the surface. But I hear my mother’s voice, see my father’s gentle smile, and know my best friend Rex’s words of enjoying every taste of life is possible. I hope I make them all proud. In a way, I am living life for the three of them too….I am forging my own way, creating new traditions, as I carry them with me, I carry their hearts in my heart (thank you ee cummings). They are with me, everywhere, in everything I do and see and say. Their love tickling my heart as I smile and look up at the sun, feeling the warmth.
And I am back to myself. I am taking risks, blazing my path forward. Love of life, thirst for knowledge and a hunger for love are guiding me, but mostly, prayer and the Hand of God, as He directs my path. I am willing. I am done waiting. I am ready. Life is here. I will be like a sponge and drink every drop of every magical moment. I will discover what is behind the wall, the curtain, the door. And all of it is mine for the taking, I do not have to choose.
I will smile, and laugh, and love, and kiss, and have wine, and be with friends, and make memories, and be with family, and those who I love and who love me the best and most. I will sit by the fireside, making moments at the hearth of life. I will love life with all that I have in me, with every fiber of my being, with a calm cool passion that will burn those who are not worthy of a seat at my table. Once again, my heart beats fiercely and freely. The air is crisp in my lungs and the Earth is soft under my feet. With faith lading me, love calling me, and life lighting the path, nothing is impossible.
Hang on, it is going to be an incredible adventure.