There is a pattern with me that rears it's head, though thankfully less and less. A pattern of pain = escape. I can recall as early as primary school getting headaches as my out. It was my go to. How could I function or do anything I was expected to if I had a headache? I have always been a high achiever as well. So I can see the relationship between my headaches and key times in my life when achievement was imminent, possible or a breakthrough was on the horizon.
Read MoreSo at the moment I am sitting to write this piece from a point of pain. An all too familiar default in my body is headache. Yes there are physical reasons. Let’s just call it transition or change of life. This explanation still does not alter the fact that pain comes up in my life.
Read MoreDear loved one,
I send you this letter as a gesture of spirit, from one human being to another.
You want for nothing, for your life has meaning. Your presence in this world every day touches those around you, brightens their day and makes a difference, no matter how big or how small.
Do not regret any unfinished or undone business in your life. You live life according to your way and are an example to others for honoring this path.
Please excuse my absence.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I hope that you now have a bigger heart.
My absence from this blog is because my heart had a blow. Not one that is uncommon, yet one that is unfortunately a part of life, being human and growing up. I write this blog not to seek sympathy, but to be open, real and share a perspective that we all experience either directly or indirectly.
My mother passed away the end of June.
Prior to her transition from this earthly world I sat in wonder of whether this decline was a false alarm, one of many. However this moment was her time to go. Living across the globe, separated by the Pacific Ocean, our face to face visits were few and far between, yet our phone calls regular and a feature of my weekend activity. Blessed to have visited her one last time in April, I was surprised that she would decline so quickly and be physically gone by the end of June. Her passing reminded me that time is fleeting and that we must treasure all moments in life when we are in them just as much as the memory later.