In some ways the story of my life never changes. There are events that power up my adrenals, events that send me soaring, events that I look forward to and some that I dread; Events that set me at ease and I sigh “yes,” so willing to give up the struggle. There are events that give me feelings of security or show me a glimpse of the awesome depth of my soul. And there are plentiful events that prompt my fears, my discontent, and seem to bring me oceans of sorrow and pain.
Like unending rhythms, the event-filled stories of my life never cease. In fact last month marked their forty-forth year so far. So ask me what I think; whether all these years have been good, bad or neither, or something in between. Well if you ask me live, I mean in your physical presence, I’d probably start to snap-pop around like an over-heated kernel of corn, especially if I were outdoors, and my arms would reach upward, with just a possibility of my fingertips caressing the clouds, and maybe I’d say (if I could refrain from singing or shouting) that life is amazing, amazing, amazing!
But beyond amazing, life is a learning school of phenomenal proportion, dealing out lessons that hammer me, twist me, shape and prepare me – for the next lesson, I guess. Sometimes I take my lessons kicking and screaming, other times I draw in a rich, full breath of life and look the Master teacher right in the eye. And She says, “How you take this lesson determines what your next one will be. And by the way,” she adds with a kind smile, “This is not a test.”
I would add too, that how I elect to define a particular lesson is entirely up to me. All I really know is that I’m learning, growing and expanding my senses into vast, untold realms of Being, then learning that it isn’t about that either. Perhaps it’s just about recognizing the Soul of Life – my own and all others.
