I’ve made a commitment the last two weeks to stay as far away from the political circus as I can and so far I’ve been pretty successful in spite of the constant onslaught of media both news and social, that insists on playing the proceedings out over and over again, with a constant spin in every direction possible. I’m not ignoring the history-making moment of our first female Presidential nominee, though in the present climate it feels anticlimactic. And so I take a moment to acknowledge how far we’ve come and how pleased I am that this moment has, at long last, arrived. I can’t help thinking of my mother and what she would think about seeing a woman President. In fact, there are many women who come to mind whose reaction to this historic moment would be of interest to me.
Last weekend I had the pleasure of spending three days in the Pocono mountains on retreat with a powerful group of women (and one incredibly wonderful man – my husband). It was an amazing experience to be in a space of sisterhood with these women and to support a very dear friend of ours who created and delivered this magical weekend for all of us. I can’t begin to say how grateful I am for the experience of connection I felt – with all of nature, with the earth and the sky, with the rocks and trees, with the animals and the birds, and with the souls gathered. We made new friendships, reconnected with friends we love who live far away, and filled our cups to overflowing.
In contrast, today my husband and I will officiate a funeral service for someone we have cared about for many years. She was my father’s companion for quite some time and my family and I have been grateful to her. Her presence in his life made his loss of my mother to Alzheimer’s Disease easier for him to bear and the last years of my Dad’s life were so much happier and richer for her being there. They were great together and we know that she loved him dearly. We are sad today, but joyous that she is reunited with her ancestors and with my mom and dad who I knew were happy to receive her. So I say thank you and send love to Trudy. We will always hold her in our hearts.
And as we say goodbye and release from our lives one being, we welcome another, our new grand-niece, Olivia, born just hours after Trudy passed. A poignant example of the continuum of the life cycle and how birth and death exist within it.
All of this gives rise to our stretch this week.
STRETCH: Our lives are filled with variety. Variety of experiences, variety of people, variety of feelings, variety of thought. It is evidence that we are alive and moving through time and space on the earth plane. Take some time this week to notice variety…ups and downs…in and outs…highs and lows…warm and cold…that your life offers you. Give thanks for it and dedicate yourself to fully living in each moment. If you feel so moved write your musings down in a journal or notebook as the week progresses and reflect back on your writing at the end of the week. You will be amazed at how much you can hold in the course of one week of living. ~FD